Kell would have taken him no matter what prep had been offered. If it had hurt he would have welcomed the pain because it's pain that Holland gave and he knew that it would turn into something else. His hands twisted as the other sank into him and it's far easier this time. There's still a brief moment of burning, stretching but it doesn't linger as long as it had on the ship when they had made do with saliva.

One of his hands loosened and he reached back to touch Holland wherever his fingers reached, grasping at his side. His breathing uneven.

For a moment, Kell almost says his name but the urge to go with the newfound nickname of sorts wins out. He lets out a breath as he focuses on keeping his muscles relaxed, the sensation of being filled is still a new one for him, for his body.

"Daddy, don't stop it feels good," he pants, then ducks his head, pressing his face into the mattress because as much as he turns it on he knows outside these walls how embarrassing such a thing would be.