(BL) Hunting The Field Guide-Chapter 417: That’s one way to kill some time (m)

Kellen was a little surprised that Rhys hadn’t waited until dinner was completely finished. A half eaten dish, all Rhys’, lay in destruction as he had thrown Kellen towards the couch, attacking the man the moment he said he was finished with his dinner.

Rhys’ gaze hadn’t dipped below gold since the moment he’d laid eyes on him when he’d come through the door after work. Kellen had eaten long before Rhys had gotten home and was instead making himself a smaller meal as he had made Rhys his dinner.

Kellen knew that whatever was to come, a guiding session with Rhys took a lot of his calories, even still. He just wanted to be prepared.

He wasn’t prepared, didn’t think he could ever be prepared for how the man touched him, kissed him, licked him like a man whose only salvation was Kellen’s touch and taste. He relished each exposed inch of Kellen’s skin, each soft caress, every noise that left Kellen’s lips because of his intense touch.

Rhys was grinning, on the more crazed side of feral as he tore Kellen’s clothes off of his body. His hands sculpted each pec, each muscle, his wrists and forearms like they were made of fine marble. Kellen had always felt like Rhys appreciated his body but this was a step further that Kellen found overwhelming.

"Tonight. Tonight is going to be all about you, Kellen. I want to drown you in pleasure." Rhys murmured against his skin, busy kissing his way up from Kellen’s belly button. Rhys’ gaze hadn’t left Kellen’s face the whole time, his eyes watching Kellen’s every move, every twitch. Kellen’s hand was buried in Rhys’ hair, his fingers twitching and twisting whenever he really liked something. Rhys would stop, making sure to repeat whatever he’d just down and watching Kellen as he writhed beneath him in pleasure.

It wasn’t lost on him that in this week this couch had also seen his Dad crying his eyes out and now Kellen and Rhys were...getting it dirty? Having sex? That didn’t feel quite right. Slipping out of place in Kellen’s mind. It wasn’t sex. They still hadn’t gone the full way. Even if this behaviour was categorized as sexual, Kellen couldn’t get past the block in his mind that this wasn’t sexual enough for that title.

At the same time, this felt far more intimate than what the words sex conjured up in his mind. Every time he was with Rhys everything felt more intimate, more real. As if Kellen had been putting up blockers before to hide himself from the pleasure he had been feeling before, but now that block was slowly sliding away. Allowing him to experience everything in startling clarity.

Rhys had been working away at his walls. Maybe that was what he had been talking about when he spoke about making Kellen want to beg for it. Making Kellen not afraid of what he’d feel.

Kellen wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t able to catch his breath enough to speak the question into the air anyways. Rhys was too busy getting him worked up to a fever pitch to even think.

"Mm. You taste so damn good Kellen. So fucking tasty. So hot too. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do to you all day today. I’m going to make you forget all your worries with just my body." Rhys promised, his tongue dipping in to lick between one of Kellen’s ab muscles. Kellen moaned.

He didn’t have to try that hard but Kellen wasn’t going to tell him to stop trying. His tight grip on Rhys’ hair seemed to say that for him as Rhys chuckled and his eyes warmed.

Suddenly, Kellen found himself not on his back, but standing up, Rhys holding him up with his shirt off, his pants half undone and Rhys on his knees before him. Kellen took a second to catch his breath while Rhys stared up at him, smiling.

"Can you take your pants off for me, sugar?" Rhys asked warmly, and Kellen found himself nodding. He released his hold on Rhys’ head to finish unbuttoning his pants. Kellen felt his breath leave his lungs, his shoulders rising and falling in jagged breaths as he stared into the golden gaze of the man below him. On his knees.

Waiting for Kellen to take his pants off.

Rhys wasn’t just waiting for him as he did so. He was slowly unbuttoning his own clothes, his fingers moving with precision as he did so. Rhys had his jacket and his top shirt off before Kellen even had his ankles out of his pants, his underwear still on. Rhys’ gaze hadn’t left Kellen’s, making this so much harder on the other man. Kellen stumbled, his leg getting caught in the pant leg and his hand came down on Rhys’ shoulder.

"You can hold onto me, sugar. How about I help you get your legs out, hmm?" His voice was husky, and Kellen nodded. He wasn’t sure what his voice would sound like right now. Kellen followed his instructions, moving from one foot to the next and Rhys pressed kisses to his knees and thighs as a reward. Kellen was melting.

He didn’t tell Rhys, but he’d prepared slightly before Rhys got home. Cleaned himself up. Made sure that whatever this guiding session meant, Kellen would be ready for anything.

Rhys helped Kellen repeat the process with his underwear, but not before Rhys pressed kisses against Kellen’s cock through the fabric. Kellen felt desperate as soon as he felt the warmth against him, Rhys’ gaze hot. His tongue was hotter.

When Kellen was finally free of his underwear, fully naked, Rhys was almost free of his top, his pants undone and the bulge of his cock an outline in his underwear. Rhys’ hand was around the back of Kellen’s thigh, his grip tight as Rhys placed his mouth on other parts of Kellen’s body.

"Spread your legs for me. Put your left foot on my thigh." Rhys ordered and Kellen did as he was told, unsure what Rhys was going to do. He only had an idea when Rhys made sure Kellen was watching him and slowly opened his mouth, showing off his tongue. It took Kellen a minute to wrap his head around what he was witnessing as Rhys stuck two of his fingers into his mouth, coating them with saliva as Kellen watched on.

Kellen sucked in, his face flushing more as Rhys pulled them from his lips, a small trail of saliva following.

"Mmm. I’m going to have a feast." Rhys murmured, pressing a kiss against Kellen’s cock before the man set to work. He licked and teased Kellen’s cock, getting it soaking wet with his saliva before he sucked the head of his cock into his mouth. Kellen gasped, his grip on Rhys’ shoulder tightening as the man took his time, enjoying himself as he tasted Kellen’s cock like it was something worth savoring.

Kellen felt his balls draw up, his teeth clenched as moan after moan left his mouth. A slightly strained noise, feeling as if they were pulled from his lungs and not offered willingly. Rhys was taking them from him, earning each one of them and when Kellen met Rhys’ gaze, the man knew it too.

He had a smugly satisfied look on his face that only made Kellen’s erection harder, his head flooding with heat and lust.

It was during one of these moments that Kellen felt Rhys’ finger prod his anus. Kellen moaned deeper, rougher as he sunk a digit into his ass. Kellen dropped both hands to Rhys’ shoulder, unable to stay upright as the man held him in place, his finger going slowly in and out of him as he sucked his cock. Kellen’s vision was blurring from pleasure, so he just closed them.

That was the wrong choice since it only made the pleasure more intense, more real. He could feel it more with his eyes closed. Kellen’s gasps and moans felt heavy as they left his mouth, Rhys’ mouth on his cock feeling so damn good his legs were shaking. Why the hell did he want him standing for this?

They’d done stuff similar to this before but he’d been lying down. Kellen felt like he might prefer it that way since he thought his legs were going to give out due to the sheer amount of pleasure coursing through him. With that being said, the angle that Rhys was able to get inside of him standing up felt...different.

Even more so when Rhys added another finger, and then another.

Kellen was a moaning, sloppy mess as Rhys continued to finger him, Kellen’s cock down his throat as the other man pummeled him from both sides. Without Rhys’ other hand holding onto his thigh like a warning Kellen wasn’t sure he would have been able to hold himself up.

"Rhys. I think I’m close." Kellen whispered at one point, his muscles jelly, his eyes feeling like they were going to water from pleasure. Rhys made a small noise of acknowledgement and Kellen hoped that was all it was going to be.

He should have known better.

Instead of slowing down, or even keeping the same pace, Rhys sped up. Accelerating the orgasm in ways that only Rhys could. Kellen cried out, slumping over more, practically held up solely by Rhys’ body as the man sucked the life out of his cock, his fingers thrusting into his ass like a damn toy.

Kellen felt his orgasm sucked out of him, his whole body shaking as Rhys didn’t let go, swallowing every little drop of Kellen’s cum down his throat. Kellen’s body twitched, his anus convulsing around Rhys’ fingers. Rhys didn’t let go of Kellen’s cock right away. Hell, with the way Kellen was slumped over him he didn’t think it was possible. Why had that felt so good? So different from the other times he had done that?

Kellen managed to pull himself together, getting up to stare down at Rhys, his body still convulsing every once in a while. Rhys released his hold on Kellen’s thigh, smirking as he wiped his chin free from saliva.

"You prepped yourself Kellen. I can tell." Rhys told him, his grin wide and Kellen felt his face flush.

"I just didn’t know what kind of guiding you wanted to do." Kellen mumbled, his lips feeling a little swollen from where he’d bitten them, muffling himself. Rhys narrowed his gaze.

"What kind of guiding I wanted to do? Oh, so you were just being considerate, hmm? Well, I can’t disappoint you, can I?" Rhys said and Kellen didn’t know how to respond. He didn’t even know what to say as Rhys rose to his feet, a smile on his lips. "Do you want me to carry you upstairs, or are you going to be stubborn and crawl?" Rhys asked, teasing, and Kellen frowned.

"I almost want to crawl just to prove a point." Kellen said and Rhys chuckled. He leaned in, pressing a kiss against his cheek, his forehead before he ended at his lips, kissing him in the way that Kellen liked.

"Hmm. I feel like I can make a compelling case against it, can’t I?" Rhys said softly. "If you come into my arms, I’ll give you more." Rhys said and Kellen narrowed his eyes.

"You’ll give me more no matter what." Kellen said and Rhys tossed his head back and laughed.

"You caught me. I will. So? Let me carry you?" Rhys asked and Kellen already knew his answer. Both of them did. novelbuddy.cσ๓