Kell finds it hard to stay quiet or still for that matter as the icy digit moves inside of him somehow intensifying the pleasure, the arousal. “Keep calling me that,” Kell whispers and fuck if he knew why it turned him on so much, why it made him want Holland even more, want to be good for him even more.

No one’s ever looked at him the way Holland does and it is a bit intoxicating even if he’d touched himself before when Holland fucked him it was different than Holland with a finger inside and watching him. It was somehow thrilling and a bit intimidating at the same time.

Kell’s eyes lowered a bit, to himself, then back to Holland as he moved one hand down his own stomach, the other now curled tightly in his blanket, grounding himself as he wraps his fingers around his cock, hard for Holland already now and strokes.