Kell had thought that Holland was going to make him come anyway and that is something that was just as hot as Holland not letting him come. His lips were still tingling from the kiss. His hips pressing up into the other's hand and he thought he was going to lose control until suddenly right there the other antari stopped.

There's a groan of frustration, his cock jerking slightly and his hips lifting searching for the final attention he needed. His breathing is heavy and uneven and it's all he can do not to reach down and finish the job so he grasps the blanket instead looking at Holland.

"Do you like it when you don't let me, Daddy?"