Kell very nearly protests at having his hand pulled away from his cock which aches for some attention. But he doesn't not this time. This time he's enough in it to want to just be good there'll be plenty of time for being a brat and defiant. Kell moans low when the other bites down hard, shuddering at the pain that towed the line with pleasure so perfectly some how.

He licks at his lips when the other pulls back. His hips were moving unsteadily, no set rhythm just a desperate search for pleasure, for more, for completion. His eyes were hooded as he looked at Holland, breath uneven.

"You feel so good, Daddy," he says and the words are almost mumbled, just enough clarity to feel some shyness despite everything. Maybe it just would never completely go away.