Chapter 402: An unneeded excuse (m)
Kellen found himself slammed against the door of their apartment, shoes still on as Rhys pressed him against the wood, his lips against his own.
This felt like a mirror of what Kellen had done only a few weeks prior, but the roles were reversed. Rhys was the aggressor, the pushy one. Kellen didn’t mind as Rhys sucked his tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from Kellen’s lips as the man worked on pulling his own clothes off. Buttons went flying as impatient hands set to work pulling off his uniform. Kellen let the man work, kissing him as he did so.
He didn’t want to get in the way of the other man’s hands. Kellen wanted Rhys’ clothes off as much as the other man did.
Kellen placed his hands against Rhys’ face, making sure that the man paid attention to his lips. Kellen got a chuckle from Rhys for doing so, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Rhys was staring at him.
It was a rather serious, but warm gaze. Filled with affection, lust, and a deeper, more tender emotion that had Kellen’s breath catching. Rhys pulled away from Kellen’s lips, pressing kisses against his throat before he sunk his teeth in. Kellen hissed, and Rhys chuckled.
"I’m going to enjoy you in the kitchen today." Rhys whispered. He then didn’t give Kellen a second to ask what he meant as he reached down, grabbing Kellen’s ass, giving it a good squeeze before picked him up, swinging him around and carrying him to the kitchen.
Kellen nearly jumped when he felt his ass hit the marble countertops, but Rhys lifted him up effortlessly and placed him there, making sure that there was a space for him in between Kellen’s thighs.
Rhys continued his mission of undressing himself, only now he was urgently kissing Kellen at the same time. Kellen locked his legs around Rhys’ ass, holding him in place as he kissed him as good as he got. The heavy pants of their breaths, the sound of clothing shifting and falling to the ground, Rhys’ scalding hand on Kellen’s stomach as he slid his hand up under the fabric of his Field Guide uniform filled Kellen’s mind.
Rhys, once his upper body was bare, set to work getting Kellen undressed. Kellen’s jacket went first, then his harnesses, and then the slippery fabric that Rhys had slid his hand up. All the white they were kissing, pausing only when Kellen needed to pull his clothing over his head.