They’re both so close after being held on the edge for so long. Holland’s hands fully grope the others backside, spreading him open and guiding him to move quicker.

It didn’t have to be some pretty, sexy thing. He just wanted him so badly that even his fingers curled into the others flesh; pawing at him in some silly desperation.

He didn’t want to leave. He knew he had to. But he didn’t want to.

One hand strayed and stroked Kells cock; restless and hungry for him to come again. Around him. On him. Just...

“Baby boy...” he breathes against his mouth, “For me...please. One more time.”