Kell moans against Holland's skin, his muscles clenching again when the other bites him. His other hand had clawed into the other's upper back. He starts to lower himself faster, harder as the other thrusts upward. His hand is erratic on his cock, stopping more often than not at the overwhelming amount of sensation, at having to focus on his moving his hips for Holland.

He bit down again, continuing to bite until skin broke and he can taste blood but he doesn't lift away from the area letting his tongue lave over it making both the other's shoulder and his face a mess but he didn't care. There's a lot that didn't matter when he was with Holland he's finding out.