Kell shifts once on the counter, just a bit to get comfortable on the cool surface. His legs wrap around the other's waist just as much to keep him close as anything else. He savored the taste of Holland, his hands still caressing the other's back, nails dragging here or there. It did feel like it all meant more and that's because Kell is pretty sure that it does.

"You don't have to be," Kell responds, tightening his legs ever so slightly. "Because I don't want to be without you either.