Kell didn't anticipate the flip until it's in motion, his arms slipping free of the sheets and going to the other's shoulders and curling into them as he took a moment to get settled in that new position on the other's lap, the way the other's cock pressed deeper into him when he settled onto him. His eyes meet Holland's for a moment and his breath catches a moment before he steadies it as best he can.

He curls his fingers a bit harder into the other's shoulders before lifting himself up and then lowering back down, a groan slipping from him as he did.

"So good, Daddy," he whimpers a little and then presses his face into the curve of the other's neck.