Kell bites his lip as his head is pulled up. The movement of the other inside of him is already amazing. He knows that he really didn’t and doesn’t have to tell Holland, that he can see, feel how much Kell enjoys it. The fact that his cock is hard, leaking still and currently unattended is enough proof.

A whimper escapes Kell, and he wishes that sound hadn’t as the other nips at his ear, head still pulled back. His cock throbs and he tightens around Holland in a quick shudder.

He wants to protest about being loud, about the possibility of getting caught but it’s lost. Still, without arguing he doesn’t let go, doesn’t get loud right away, instead a low moan. “Harder,” he exhales, rocking back as much as he good to urge him. He wants to be a good boy but it’s so hard to let go, to be loud. “Please daddy, fuck me harder.” Not too loud but not as quiet either