Kell would touch more but his focus is on moving, on the muscles that have to work harder in this position and the sound as their hips meet. He bites into the other's skin like he had before. It's not to stay quiet this time but more because he had liked biting him, knew Holland had liked it too.

Each thrust brings him closer to the edge and he tightens when the other tells him he's good. One hand starts to brush down Holland's chest, tracing a scar here or there as his hand moves between their bodies. Once it's low enough he wraps his fingers around his cock to stroke. The movements as he rode Holland's cock weren't all that fluid but there's a need and a want to it.

"Please," he pants against the other's neck though he's not sure for what as he bites another spot, the temptation to bite just enough for a little blood is there.