Chapter 386: Forced confessions? (m)
Rhys held his breath for a moment, before he scrambled, trying to get to the edge of the bed but a tsk from Kellen had him pausing.
"Who said you could leave the bed? Strip on the bed, Esper Thatcher. Or do you need to be shown how to do so?" Rhys’ eyes shot wide, and Kellen worried for a moment that Rhys wasn’t going to listen, or like what he’d said. Instead, Rhys who had been rushing to the edge of the bed swallowed thickly, and turned.
"C-Can I have a demonstration, Field Guide Woods?" He asked, turning big, yellow eyes towards him. Kellen chuckled, knowing that Rhys would have gone for this answer no matter what. He might be taking ’orders’ from Kellen, but he was still Rhys.
So, he showed off a bit.
Kellen let out a deep, deep sigh, before he shrugged his shoulders out of his Field Guide jacket, and tossed it towards the corner of the room.
"You’re so needy, Esper Thatcher. I wonder what your Captain would say if he knew the truth?" Kellen teased. Rhys was watching Kellen like a man possessed as Kellen picked up the harnesses that criss crossed his body, before letting the leather go and slap against the shirt he was wearing. Rhys flinched as the leather slapped against the shirt, making a satisfying ’snap!’ noise. Kellen smirked before he began to weasel out of the shirt, the harnesses staying on.
Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise. Kellen hadn’t forgotten what the man had said about wanting to fuck him with his harnesses still on. That probably wasn’t going to happen tonight, and certainly not on one of those shitty cots that they had on the front lines.
Rhys was like a man entranced as Kellen worked his way out of the shirt, pulling it off and over his head and Rhys finally breathed.
"Oh god." Rhys whispered and Kellen chuckled.
"Was that too hard for you to follow, Esper Thatcher? How come your hands aren’t moving? Am I going to have to punish you already?" Kellen asked mockingly, and Rhys shuddered.
"N-No sir. Forgive me." He whispered as Kellen took a few steps until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He crossed his arms again, watching and Rhys’ gaze dipped his pecs, before snapping back to his face.