Chapter 321: Whatever he wants (m)
Kellen felt like he was drunk on Rhys as the man grabbed his ass, feeling him up as he pressed Kellen against the wall, Kellen’s fingers in Rhys’ hair as the man ate Kellen with his lips and tongue. Kellen was eager to taste him, holding Rhys tightly against him as Rhys ground their hips together. Kellen moaned into the kiss, their cocks rubbing against each other and Rhys squeezed Kellen’s ass tightly.
Kellen felt fevered, and his fingers left Rhys’ hair to trail down his neck and shoulders. God, he wanted every inch of the man. He wasn’t sure when this switch had been flipped in him, when he’d realised his desire for this man so deeply, but it had been switched, and now Kellen needed the man.
Breaking away from Rhys’ deep kiss, much to Rhys’ confusion, Kellen bent, peppering Rhys’ cheeks and throat with his own wet kisses. Rhys, surprised, but not upset, let Kellen do what he wanted, angling his head to allow Kellen access to the man. Kellen’s fingers reached for Rhys’ buttons, desperately working to get his clothing off as Rhys ground their lower bodies together still.
"Kellen, fuck. There’s no need to rush." Rhys’ voice was deep, low with desire and Kellen didn’t stop. He couldn’t speak. He knew that Rhys was right. He wasn’t going to run away. He didn’t think he’d ever want to, but Kellen just felt a pulse in his body, in his gut that told him that they might not have this freedom to do so for a while. He wanted to have as much time with him as he could.
He knew it was a silly worry, and from Rhys’ reaction, he wasn’t upset with Kellen’s actions, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to explain this worry to him well without sounding like he had Rhys’ Esper power.
So he just took a moment, his lips still pressed against Rhys’ throat, and exhaled slowly. His fingers stopped shaking where they were working on the last button on Rhys’ Captain jacket and then he helped him out of it, tossing it on the floor.
He stood up at his height, meeting Rhys’ gaze and Rhys smiled at him, a flush high on his cheeks and pressed a wet, open mouth kiss against Kellen’s lips and Kellen felt himself relax.
"You’re doing great. You can do whatever you want to me." Rhys whispered in between kisses. "Whatever you want. No need to rush." Rhys was comforting him, soothing him, and Kellen could feel the panic, because that was what it was, simmer down. Kellen nodded, his body relaxing as they continued to kiss.
"I need to get you out of these clothes. I...As much as I like the idea of you in your uniform, I want to touch your skin." Kellen told him. "I want to touch and shape you. I want to feel you." Rhys closed his eyes, shivering. When he opened his eyes again, his gaze held something deep within it.
"Kellen, you don’t need to seduce me more." Kellen felt his lips turn up slightly.
"I do. I told you I would. Can I kiss you more?" Rhys stared at Kellen, before he swallowed and began to kiss Kellen in earnest again. Kellen worked on trying to get his tie off, but Rhys eventually just tore the thing off of his throat. It was pretty fucking hot, and Kellen let Rhys know by kissing him harder, biting his bottom lip and he ground their bodies together.