Chapter 222: Just some light bondage (m)
Kellen wasn’t able to take Rhys’ cock deep into his mouth, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try. Over and over, he tried to swallow him deeper, but his throat wouldn’t allow him. He kept coughing, to his annoyance, and Rhys seemed to find his enthusiasm endearing.
Even with his golden eyes and the flush on his cheeks, his eyes were warm with deep affection for Kellen. It only spurred Kellen on. He wanted to be perfect at this, it was something physical after all. He was upset about it, but since Rhys wasn’t even upset, just happy that Kellen was sucking on his cock, he made do.
What he couldn’t do with his throat, he made up for by making his mouth as welcoming as possible. He knew that Rhys liked the tip of his cock licked. Who didn’t, honestly? So, Kellen gave the wettest, warmest attention to Rhys’s cock. Saliva moved down Kellen’s face, down his cheeks and chin as he licked, sucked and coughed around Rhys’ cock.
He played with the tip, the rim of the head of his cock, and learned each and every vein. Each and every groove of his cock. The way Rhys trembled when Kellen licked and paid attention to the underside of his cock. The way Rhys groaned when Kellen completely neglected Rhys’ cock and licked and sucked his balls into his mouth too.
All Kellen did was watch and observe as Rhys panted, groaned, and got up to his own mischief.
Kellen’s nipples had a pulse. Kellen was sure he’d experienced something like this before, obviously with Rhys, but for some reason it felt more...real this time. The previous time felt like a distant memory since he was sure Rhys hadn’t done it intentionally.
Kellen’s lower stomach also trembled. Rhys spent half of his time upright, moaning as Kellen paid attention to his cock and balls, and the other half he spent bent, running his hands all over Kellen’s body. Everywhere except Kellen’s own dick and balls.
Kellen would have been more annoyed if he didn’t find every touch, every run of his fingers against his skin just as hot as the man stroking his cock. Rhys was a playful man, Kellen knew that. He liked to push Kellen, teach him. Kellen knew this was one of those moments as he quietly negotiated that Kellen opened his legs more, his thighs splayed open, his balls shifting slightly as Rhys ran his hands up and down Kellen’s skin.
He wasn’t even kissing him or nipping him like normal. Instead he was just touching him, fingertips and palms enough to get Kellen worked up. Kellen was shifting on the bed, his own hands on Rhys’ thighs, molding them with his hands when he wasn’t paying attention to his balls.
The air was filled with the sounds of their passion, skin sliding against skin, and Rhys’ enthusiastic moans. Kellen felt something warm settle in his gut. A calmness to the possessiveness he’d been feeling that he hadn’t realise would happen as the man shoved his cock into his mouth.
Kellen let out a small sound of protest when Rhys pulled back, stepping away from Kellen’s willing mouth, his chest heaving as he looked down at Kellen, his eyes lidded.
"How are you feeling?" Rhys asked, reaching down to brush Kellen’s hair away from his forehead. It was such a simple touch, so easy that it had Kellen relaxing further.
"Upset I can’t take more of you in my mouth." Kellen didn’t want to lie to him. The way that Rhys’ eyes curled and crinkled at the corners had Kellen’s breath stuttering. The man was too damn beautiful for his own good.
"Love, if that’s all you have to complain about, I think we’re doing just fine. I don’t want to bruise your throat that way." He teased, and Kellen sighed.
"I wanted you to. I’m frustrated that I can’t do what I want to do for you." Rhys chuckled, his eyes sliding down Kellen’s body and his hand followed. He placed his hand over Kellen’s stomach, lower, and he patted it gently.
"It’s alright, love. You can stroke me here, later." Rhys said warmly. Kellen felt his face warm. Kellen began to sit up, and Rhys let him.
"When do I get to tie you up on the bed?" Kellen asked gruffly, trying to change the topic. His stomach pulsed where Rhys had touched it. It was almost like he could feel the man in there already. Kellen’s body trembled slightly, already ready, already waiting.
When Kellen turned to look at Rhys he was scanning Kellen’s body with his eyes, calculating.
"Are you sure you want to tie me up? Or do you want me to tie you up?" He suggested. "I have more experience. We won’t do anything crazy. Just a few...gentle holds, hmm?" He was being cute and sweet, like always, and like always, Kellen could feel himself folding.
Rhys had that ability on him, and from the way those gold eyes were scanning him, he knew it too.
"Do you not want to be tied up?" Kellen asked and watched as Rhys’ chest rose and fell.
"No, it’s not that. Not that at all. I just...want to tie you up more then my own desire to be tied up. I think you will look really, really pretty with this white, silk rope against your skin. My own little present to unravel." Rhys’ tongue darted out, licking his lips and Kellen couldn’t help himself.
He reached out his hand, his good one, and sank it into Rhys’ hair and yanked him forward. Despite his aggressive action he gently licked and sucked at Rhys’ lips. He delved into Rhys’ mouth, tasting the man. He tasted sweet, delicious, and everything that Kellen wanted in that moment.
"I’m your present?" Kellen asked, minutes later. Even Rhys was at a loss for words as he stared into Kellen’s face. At the blatant desire on the other man’s face, across his skin. Rhys swallowed thickly.
"Yes." Rhys breathed. Kellen sighed softly.
"Okay. Just don’t do anything complicated. Leave my injured hand free. That’s a kind of injury that no one would forgive us for." Kellen told him seriously. Rhys chuckled. He leaned in, Kellen letting him, and kissed his chin, his cheeks, the tip of his nose. He worked his way down, giving every inch of Kellen the attention it deserved.
"You won’t complain?" He asked and Kellen shook his head.
"You’ll let me out if I ask you to?" Kellen asked and Rhys nodded immediately.
"Of course. I would never hold you against your will." Rhys sounded offended and sincere all wrapped in one. Kellen’s smile was slow, and assuring. He nodded, his fingers gentling in his hair. He pulled his fingers through the wet strands, his body relaxing.
"Then I’m okay with it. As long as you’re aware that you’re being tied up at a later date. This isn’t revenge, it’s a trade." Kellen told him. Rhys nodded, delight in his expression. "Because I proposed first." Rhys laughed at Kellen’s added statement.
"Is this your way of trying to make it up to me? You don’t need to, sugar, but I’ll gladly take advantage of that." Rhys’ eyes were warm, yet dangerous and Kellen knew that he had given the dangerous part of Rhys free reign over what was about to happen. He trusted his man though. If Kellen said no, Rhys would let him go.
~
Kellen wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he knew he was emotional. He couldn’t tell what was the reason for it, but the way the ropes rubbed against his skin was awakening something inside of him that Kellen wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with.
Rhys had started light, careful. The rope wasn’t just one continuous strand, it was broken up into two parts. That, or Rhys had bought two when Kellen wasn’t looking. Kellen didn’t mind as the man sat him up and carefully ran him through what he was going to do to Kellen before he did it.
He basically made a harness for Kellen around his pecs and arms that Kellen had no issue with. It was a little tighter than the leather harnesses he wore for work, but he didn’t mind it. Even as Rhys carefully tied Kellen’s arm to the bed, he didn’t mind. Rhys however, seemed beside himself as he stared down at Kellen.
His face was red, his eyes were dilated, and they were starting to glow like headlights again. He was getting worked up seeing Kellen in this compromising position, and Kellen couldn’t find it in himself to not find that hot.
He was just wrapped up in a few strands of silk rope, and the man was losing his damn mind. He was adorable.
Things got a little different as they got to Kellen’s legs. Rhys wanted Kellen bound, but in a strange position. Kellen had never been twisted the way that Rhys wanted, so Rhys had to massage his legs first. It was a rather strange situation, but not one that Kellen disliked. Especially as Rhys looked at him like he was the best dessert he’d ever seen in his life and he was going to feast. Kellen had no idea what Rhys was doing, but he called what he did a frog tie. Kellen just trusted him on that.
His other leg he kept relatively free, which meant Kellen had the opposite sides tied up for his arms and legs. It wasn’t too much, which Kellen appreciated, but Rhys was beside himself. He was so hard that Kellen wanted to help him out, but the man wouldn’t get close enough to Kellen for him to assist.
It was made even worse when Rhys grabbed a pillow, or several, and shoved them until Kellen’s bottom. He angled him so that he was kind of curled in on himself, his hand tied, his tied leg dangling and Rhys put his untied leg over his shoulder. Kellen had no idea what the man was going to do until he grinned at Kellen from between his legs, his hands sliding to Kellen’s thighs, and he squeezed.
"How many times do you want to cum on my tongue, sugar?" Rhys asked and Kellen blinked.
"Pardon?"
"How many times? Once, twice? I’m thinking three times, but I also worry I don’t have that kind of patience. I want you to be nice and ready for me." Rhys told him and Kellen felt his face warm. He could feel the blood rushing to his face, his cock dangling in the air as he grasped for the rope around his hand. He was using it as a lifeline right now.
"J-Just once. I can’t handle much more than that." Kellen told him and Rhys smirked. His face with that smile between Kellen’s thighs was a deadly combination. Kellen let out a shaky breath. "I want you inside me too much." Kellen admitted, darting his tongue out to wet his lips. Kellen slid his gaze towards the lube, the condoms, and then back to Rhys.
Rhys groaned.
"Fuck, Kellen. I’m going to cum like a highschooler if you keep looking at me like that. Sheesh, even your hole here is begging me. I didn’t realise you knew how to do that." Rhys murmured, staring at Kellen’s ass intently. Kellen sucked in.
"Just once, please. I need to feel your cock inside of me, Rhys. Against me. I showed great restraint over the last few days." Kellen admitted and watched Rhys swallow.
"I’ll see what I can do." He whispered, leaning in. The soft, gentle touch of his wet tongue had Kellen’s eyes rolling back into his head. Kellen swore softly, the sound pulled from his lips. Rhys pulled him closer, holding the man up against his face in a show of power that made Kellen’s cock quiver.
He was going to milk Rhys dry once he entered him.
Comments