A moment of insecurity hits Kell and he wonders if there had been right and wrong answers there and had he given the wrong one? Sometimes it's hard to tell with Holland, he's already really figuring that fact out -- it's not a surprising one in the least.

"Daddy," Kell moans softly when the other's takes his cock again. It felt so good, it takes all he can not to thrust upward when the other swallows him down. One hand grasps at the blanket and the other goes to his shoulder, grip tight there. Holland is far more skilled at this than Kell is, every moment of his mouth, his tongue his throat all drawing him closer to the edge.

"You're gonna make me come." Too soon.