Kell's breath is uneven, the way the other's hands moved over him, tightening their grip the higher the went, the more sensitive he was. It hurt and it felt amazing, his cock aching and he wants to feel Holland's mouth on it again. Instead he exhales shakily and focuses on the conversation that they were having.

"The first time," he admits. He liked that burning, he liked the ache it left afterward. "I liked when you held me down even if I wanted to touch you so badly."