Kell smiled fiercely against her lips as Neria worked on his clothes, sliding his tongue into her mouth to taste her, as if he could be inside her that way too.

Planting his hand firmly on her, he slicked his fingers thoroughly, just barely dipping inside before he drew them up to trace ever-so-softly over her clit- he went slow, circling her slickly but not directly touching, drinking in every reaction she gave him.

Learning her, committing every bit of this to memory.

Kell breathed out as his trousers slid down, and he shifted to get free of them. It left him hard, aching, but more focused than desperate.

For him, the world had narrowed down to only her.