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.