Is it so much an order as Kell begging already? Either way he got what he wants, the other’s hips fucking into him harder. He pushed back, keeping his ass raised for Holland as the others hand kept him from lowering his head. He couldn’t hide from anything, though there is nothing to hide from except maybe a part of himself. Maybe the part of him that’s still worried or embarrassed that Rhy feels what Holland is doing, he can feel how much Kell aches for it, aches for more.

The threat is enough to motivate Kell, the last thing he wants is Holland to stop. He can’t stop when they both need this. They both do right? He wonders briefly if Holland would actually stop... maybe it’s something he can test later...but for now the hand, the others cock and his need for both are too great to take a risk.

So louder, he moans as he pushes back into the others thrusts. “Fuck, Daddy.”

He shouldn’t be arguing but he needs to be a good boy. “Please, I want to be a good boy, Daddy,” he’s dripping more onto the bed but it’s too soon to think about release, Holland had just pressed inside.