There were so many reasons to stop. To end this before I even really begins bu Holland can make himself pull away.

Kells hips roll and the older Antari pulls his hand up to slick his finger in his mouth before returning it; slipping gently in a bit at a time, giving the younger body enough time to get comfortable but no a moment more.

He catches his mouth in another kiss and he groans at the warm, snugness wrapped around his finger because he can already feel it elsewhere.

“Kell...” You make me wish I had another choice.