Holland would stop. But it wouldn’t last. Just long enough to make a point before he took what he wanted now he wanted it and didn’t give Kell a day in it. (Within reason.)

The way Kell rocks back against him is encouragement enough and Holland pulls back and situates himself a bit better behind the other; both hands smoothing down his back and grabbing his hips to help pull him harder onto him with each thrust.

From there the view was...better than he’d ever expected it to be. Kell was eager, still a little shy but also shameless. His body moved in a way that didn’t seem shy at all. Holland slid his hands back further and spread the others cheeks, pulling his entrance taut in the process and holy hell...

“Fuck you’re hot, baby...”