Ultimately Holland knows he should be the one handing out orders but when one comes so sweetly as that one, who is he to deny Kell that?

The grip in the others hair shifts from soft to tight and his thrusts turn harder, faster, jostling Kell against the sheets and knocking the bed faintly against the wall.

He releases the others hair and reaches down to yank the pillow free; trusting that Kell will keep his hips raised where they were despite being pushed into. His own cock throbbed, pulsing against the others walls and he groans before moving his hand below to stroke the others cock in tandem.

“You can do better than that, baby boy,” he hums and bites teasingly around his shoulder, “Give me what I want or I’ll stop.”