Kell feels a little unsteady as the other starts to thrust harder, deeper inside of him. He could feel the other's precome making him slicker and he was so close as his hands curled against the other's sides when all he wanted to do was touch himself. But each thrust was bringing him closer to the edge.

And some of those thrusts were hitting just right inside of him, leaving him crying out when they did, pleasure sparking.

"Fuck, Daddy," he pants, feeling it rising up and his hands tightened their hold enough to leave lingering marks probably when he did come. His body tightened around the other's cock, stopping his own movements and moaning Holland's name far too loudly as the pleasure washes over him.