Chapter 160: Uncontrolled desires (m)
Kellen was impressed with himself that he managed to keep his hands off of Rhys while they washed.
Kellen was also impressed with Rhys that he managed to keep his hands off of Kellen too.
Both n helped each other bathe, Rhys in particular since Kellen only had the use of his one hand to wash himself with. That did not an that the tension between them wasn’t intense.
They were naked, their skin wet and slick with water, and their bodies obvious about their desires. Kellen knew that he was hard, and he could see how hard Rhys was as well. The man’s gaze didn’t drop from the golden heat that Kellen had slowly been getting used to before he went into the gate. It burned Kellen’s skin with the heat from it, but Kellen was sure that his own gaze wasn’t softer in the slightest.
While Kellen only had one eye to work with, he more than made up for it, especially in Rhys’ eyes. His body let Kellen know that he liked how Kellen was looking at him since his cock would bounce, pulsing each ti Kellen’s gaze scanned Rhys’ slick body.
Kellen forced himself to not let his hands linger when he washed Rhys, and Rhys tried his best to do the sa as well. There was a mont where Rhys’ hands slipped up and grabbed Kellen’s ass fully, his hands slippery from the soap and suds they were rubbing on each other.
There was one heavy, weighted mont where Kellen and Rhys stared at each other and Kellen could see how they were both considering whether to throw everything to the wind and just devour each other. They both got so close to breaking the unspoken rule between them, but it was Rhys who pulled back. He turned and pressed a kiss against Kellen’s shoulder instead, both breathing heavily when he ca up.
Kellen sped up their shower after that.
When they got out, towels wrapped around their waists, Kellen’s arm dried with Rhys’ ability, the two stood in the doorway of the dimly lit bedroom, both lamps on the nightstands turned on. The reusable bag of condoms sat on the end of the bed, a reminder of what was about to happen. Kellen let out a soft breath, his eye sliding to the nightstand where they normally kept the lube.
"You can’t really consu anything from ." Kellen said quietly, and Rhys turned his head towards him, frowning.
"It should be safer." Rhys argued and Kellen blinked.
"Not safe enough." Kellen told him. "However, that doesn’t an that I can’t consu anything from you." Kellen said, sliding his gaze towards him. He wasn’t wearing his eyepatch proper, but it wasn’t like he could see out of his milky eye either. It wasn’t hard to look at, or so he’d been told by Rhys in passing. It was just...different considering that Kellen had previously been able to see out of it before. It was also accompanied with a scar that no one spoke of, since the slice was across Kellen’s face horizontally instead of vertically. It left a scar on the bridge of Kellen’s nose.
"You are playing a dangerous ga." Rhys warned and Kellen gave a slow, naughty smile.
"Am I? Or do you owe ?" Kellen asked and watched as the slightly pouty look on Rhys’ face evaporated. He gawked at Kellen, before he audibly swallowed.
"You want to punish
by sucking my cock? That’s not much of a punishnt, Kellen. That’s a reward. Especially after such a long ti." Rhys told him. "Not that I am ever going to fight you doing what you want with my body. Honestly, I should have shut my mouth, but I know that if I didn’t tell you the truth for my consciousness I might not be able to sleep tonight." He was rambling, his face a little flushed. Kellen appreciated his honestly, and it earned him a kiss on the cheek.
"Well, maybe today might not be the best ti to get back at you, but I won’t lie and say that you are going to be punished in public. They know I’m mad at you, and that’s fine that others know that. However, we make up with each other, not with others watching us." Kellen told him seriously. Rhys lted and bent, pressing his lips against Kellen’s.
The small peck turned into sothing heavier, more heated as the two pulled apart and stared at each other. Their eyes held their emotions in a tight balance, the air charged with sexual energy before neither one of them could avoid it any longer.
Towels fell, limbs tangled as Rhys pulled Kellen closer to him, opening Kellen’s mouth so that he could delve inside in an all consuming kiss that had both of them groaning. Kellen did his best to grab onto the other man, kissing him with as much force as he received. Both n were starved for each other, starved for their touch as they slamd into the bed, bouncing once, twice, and then stilling in a tangle of limbs and heat.
Rhys covered Kellen, pushing the other man onto his back as he licked, sucked and twirled their tongues together. Kellen wasn’t able to keep his hunger to himself, his hands sliding up and down Rhys’ back. Sliding into the hair that he liked, and then back down the shoulders and back that he adored.
Their bodies rubbed against each other, the taps and twists making both n moan into the kiss. Rhys got even more bold, shoving Kellen’s hips open to rub their cocks together, each thrust against Kellen’s cock driving Kellen’s desire higher and higher.
Should Kellen be kissing Rhys? Was his saliva going to hurt him? Kellen couldn’t even be bothered to care at the mont. All he cared about was the feel of Rhys against his skin, his lips, teeth and tongue on his face, and the heavy pants and moans that were making Kellen’s balls draw up, ready to cum at any mont.
"Ah, fuck. You feel so good." Rhys whispered against Kellen’s lips, pulling back far enough that his breath fanned against Kellen’s wet lips. Kellen turned, pressing kisses against Rhys’ chin and throat, Rhys angling his head so that Kellen could get deeper, kiss deeper. Kellen lived for the moan that ca from his lips at his touch.
Rhys’ eyes closed as he savored his touch, his grip tight on Kellen’s body where he held him pressed against him. Kellen continued his path, nipping and licking Rhys’ skin, having learned how Rhys liked it over their many, many nights together.
When Kellen sunk his teeth into Rhys’ throat, Rhys’ hips bucked against Kellen’s, pulling a hard, deep, guttural moan from both n.
"Fuck. You’re going to make
cum like a teenager, love." Rhys said, a little laugh in his voice. When he caught Kellen’s curious gaze, his expression softened. "Dry humping, Kellen. You’ve never done it before, have you? We’ve always gone right to straight on contact." Rhys’ eyes were golden soft as he looked at Kellen before he made a decision. "Keep your teeth in my damn throat, mark
so that no one even thinks for a second I’m single, and I’ll make us both cum. To take the edge off." Rhys told him with a wink. Kellen didn’t need to be told twice.
He sunk his teeth in deeper, locking his jaw, his useful hand digging into Rhys’ shoulder to hold him in place. Rhys bucked his hips again, his hands sliding off of Kellen’s body to rest on either side of Kellen’s body. He anchored himself, using the bed to prop himself up before he began thrusting his cock against Kellen’s, each thrust making Kellen’s head feel a little fuzzy as he rubbed against him.
Rhys’ eyes were focused, his jaw tense, sweat beading on his forehead as he continued his static movent, drawing pleasure out of both of them. Kellen’s grip faltered slightly on Rhys’ throat as he felt his own orgasm draw closer. Rhys gave a grunt as Kellen’s hand clenched before he sunk his teeth in deeper. Kellen swore he tasted blood before Rhys sped up, the force harder, rougher and the sound of Rhys’ grunt coloured the air as both n orgasd. Rhys dropped one hand, grasping both cocks and milking them quickly, Kellen’s thighs and calves tensing at the feeling of the other man touching him.
Kellen swore his eyes rolled back into his head as his cock pulsed and pleasure overrode his system.
It took both of them a second to recover before Rhys was up, pressing kisses all over Kellen’s face and chest as he used one of the towels that fell to wipe them both up. The smile that he threw at Kellen was nothing shy of devious.
"This way you don’t end up on bedrest, right?" He joked and Kellen felt his face warm.
"She wouldn’t actually." Kellen defended, and Rhys raised an eyebrow.
"I think you have too much trust in Green. She absolutely would, and I would get a rather stern lecture. Now that we’ve taken the edge off, let’s see what she gave us, and I need sothing to suck on while we do that." Rhys was using his serious voice, so it took Kellen to realise what he was saying, even as the man slid to his knees at the edge of the bed, reaching for the bag.
"That was my job!" Kellen protested, sitting up quickly. Rhys’ smile was devious as he reached into the bag, pulling out a box. He stared at it for a mont before he let out a snort. He turned the box towards Kellen, Kellen scanning the box as Rhys spoke.
"She got us a variety pack of flavoured ones." Rhys told him. "She’s your friend, absolutely. I think these ones are fruit flavoured?" Rhys said, turning the box back towards his own face to read it before he grinned. "How much do you want to bet that I pull the orange-flavoured one?" Rhys asked, smiling up at Kellen from on his knees.
Kellen felt his cock stir and Rhys chuckled.
"This isn’t fair." Kellen argued. "I was the one who said I wanted to suck your cock first." Kellen protested and Rhys’ eyes widened.
"When?" Rhys asked and Kellen glared at him.
"A while ago. More recently, when we were talking about your punishnt yesterday, I think." Kellen told him and Rhys relaxed.
"Oh, well. While I appreciate the sentint, this once I am going to use my seniority." Rhys said and Kellen frowned deeply.
"You are not using your Captain privileges right now, are you?" He asked, ready to lecture the man if that was the case. Instead, Rhys leaned in, pressing a kiss against Kellen’s stomach. Kellen sucked in at the sudden, affectionate touch.
"Absolutely not. I wouldn’t do such a thing unless we had spoken about it in advance. I am using the fact that I am older than you to my advantage. I’m already on my knees, Kellen. It’ll hurt
to get up. Take pity on an old man like
and let
suck your pretty cock without protest. Please?" Rhys begged, resting his head on Kellen’s thigh. Kellen felt his jaw tighten as he saw how handso the man was.
Even a lock of hair fell into his eyes, making him look so handso and sexy that there was no way that Kellen was going to be able to get mad at him.
"You’re not even that much older." Kellen muttered, and Rhys fluttered his eyelashes. "You owe
another favour." Kellen warned and Rhys’ cheeky smile in response to Kellen’s dangerous tone almost lted the man’s annoyance.
"Oh Kellen, I would gladly give you anything you wanted if you let
eat you for breakfast, lunch and dinner." Rhys told him, tearing open the box of flavoured condoms. "And while I would rather swallow all of you, I know better than to test my limits. There are ten in this pack, and I can see the orange is a flavour. Take a gamble, my love?" Rhys asked, a sparkle in his eye.
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