Kell breathed slowly out as she pressed against him. He was still hard, aching, but not to the point he couldn't pay attention. Still, her lips on his skin made it more difficult. He braced with one elbow, gently tangling his fingers into her hair, drinking in her shivers.

As he listened, he relaxed into her touch, brought his other hand up to brush his fingertips against her cheek.

"Similar to yours. No degrading, no humiliation- control, though. That I can do, with trust." he trailed off. "But only for someone who would want that. I don't-" his brow twitched, slightly. "I am not attracted to innocence or naivete. I do not like feeling as though I am taking advantage."

Too many people had seen him as a monster, and he'd never liked it.

"Desperation, yes," he added. "Teasing, yes, but not outright denial."

Kell closed his eyes, drinking in the feeling of her hands.