Chapter 223: Sink into me (m)
Kellen’s chest was damp with his cum, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the orgasm that had shaken his whole body. His bones felt liquid, his limbs quivered as he felt his own cum run down his chest and towards his chin.
This was not the position he thought he would be in, but he couldn’t imagine anything else. Not with the way that Rhys was looking at him from around his cock, his tongue buried in his ass, his grip practically painful against his skin.
Kellen didn’t mind all that much, breathing through the pleasure and pain that Rhys was giving him. It was just that. Kellen barely had a say in what was happening to him, and he didn’t mind.
He was half pinned, his other leg up in the air at an angle that meant it was useless, and his fiancé had his face buried in between his butt cheeks. He was a fool if he complained about anything other than Rhys’ cock inside of him.
"Rhys. Once is enough." Kellen panted, making his stance clear. Rhys let out a low grumble, clearly not wanting to follow his wishes. Kellen didn’t really care. They were supposed to compromise right now, at least, that was what Kellen believed.
Rhys’ gaze was a little intense as he stared at Kellen, his tongue still in his ass and Kellen could feel how his body was reacting to him. Twisting and twitching, Kellen felt his hips move. Rhys paused, before a slow, dangerous smile crossed his lips. He pulled back, licking his lips with great satisfaction as he let out a sigh.
"I guess I can agree with you when you are showing me such clear signs that you want me." Rhys said. Kellen let out a relieved breath, his muscles twitching. The chilling liquid on his chest was greatly distracting him. His skin was hot but the cum on his chest had a mind of its own. Each little drag line it made as it moved towards his chin made him more aware of his skin.
Rhys glanced down at Kellen, his gaze fixated on the path it was making. Kellen watched him as he let out a slow, restrained breath. He watched as Rhys’ chest rose and fell, his golden gaze glowing as he watched Kellen’s cum continue on its teasing, dangerous path towards Kellen’s neck before Rhys carefully lowered Kellen’s body.
With slow, measured movements Rhys bent, his mouth opening and he met Kellen’s gaze as his tongue found one of those paths and began to lap it up. The contrast of the cold cum, his warm skin, and Rhys’ wet tongue had Kellen’s whole body tense. The soft whimper that Kellen made lit the fire inside of Rhys’ eyes, but the man didn’t speed up.
He kept his movements slow, measured. He was calculating exactly how to drive Kellen wild, and Kellen wanted to strangle the man at the same time he wanted to kiss him senseless. When Rhys’ tongue finally reached Kellen’s collarbone, Kellen was sure he could already go again, his cock hardening already. He let out an explosive breath, Rhys’ tongue still out of his mouth as he smiled. His damn eyes crinkled up at the corners in that handsome way he had that Kellen was sure he knew about and took advantage of.
"You are a dangerous man." Kellen told him seriously. Rhys laughed.
"And?" He asked, like that was nothing new. Kellen frowned.
"And if you don’t hurry up and put a condom on, I’m going to see if I can break out of this rope and pin you to the bed." Kellen threatened. Rhys’ smile seemed to grow.
"You’re so impatient today, love. Normally you’re better behaved." Rhys was teasing him, Kellen might not always be able to pick up on it, but he could tell. He glowered at the other man.
"Rhys, I was only behaving because I had no idea how good your cock felt inside of me. Don’t make me angry on such a wonderful day." Kellen warned for the final time and Rhys understood that was the edge he could tease Kellen to before he would get angry. He pulled back, kissing a trail back down his body before he stood on his knees at his full height. He kept Kellen’s legs were they were, with one on his shoulder but dropped it lower so that his leg was pressed against Rhys’ chest and stomach. It did mean that Kellen wasn’t able to move easily, but it also meant that Kellen’s bottom was closer to his cock.
Kellen grew hopeful.
Rhys then reached over for a random condom and the lube. Kellen watched him, his breath heavy. Kellen really didn’t want to have to use condoms, but he knew that if they didn’t Taylor would kill them. It was a shitty thing since Kellen just wanted to feel Rhys against him. Was it bad of him to feel that way when he knew how important safe sex was? When he was the one who preached it the most on the front lines and had carried around an extra supplies kit?
Yeah, he did think that, but it wasn’t like he was having sex with anything else going forward. That would be a crime in Kellen’s books.
Rhys looked at the label of the condom for a minute, reading what ’kind’ it was, before a slow grin crossed whole face and he raised it to his mouth. Kellen watched as Rhys tore it with his teeth, careful not to tear the condom before he pulled it out and with an ease that told him this wasn’t his first time, Rhys rolled it down his cock. Kellen watched, waiting, before Rhys grabbed the lube and poured it over Kellen’s ass.
"I want to hear me entering you, love. Loud, messy, and oh so delicious that it feeds both of us for the next few days. I don’t think we’ll be able to get as violently intimate as we want when more of the S Classes arrive. So, I want to make the most of it tonight. Within reason, of course.’ Rhys said with a wink. Kellen nodded, practically speechless as he felt Rhys’ fingers rubbing against his ass. God, he just wanted the man to sink his damn fist inside of him.
He just wanted to be filled with Rhys.
He thankfully didn’t have to wait much longer. Rhys bit his bottom lip as he shifted closer and Kellen could finally feel his cock rub against his ass. Rhys gripped his cock in his hand, rubbing it against the puckering and flickering core of Kellen, wetting himself in the lube he’d covered Kellen in. He let out a low groan, his eyes darting between checking out Kellen’s expression and the greedy hole before him.
"Oh fuck, Kellen. Look at you. You might not beg me properly from your mouth, but this here? This part of you is begging. Are you hungry for my cock? Fuck, I can tell you are." Rhys’ words washed over Kellen making his body boil. A soft, light moan left his lips, his body jerking against his restraints. Rhys laughed. "Naughty boy. You said you were okay with them, unless you want to be free?" Rhys asked, checking in with Kellen. Kellen let out a low breath, his chest heaving.
"I’m fine. I just need you inside of me, Rhys. Please. I feel so damn empty." Kellen did beg, his bottom lip trembling slightly. Today had been a bit of a rollercoaster, and for someone who wasn’t outwardly that emotional, Kellen needed some comforting. Rhys bent, pressing his lips against Kellen’s. Kellen kissed him back greedily, letting out soft whimpers as Rhys kept rocking his cock against Kellen’s ass. Each rub was torture, a reminder of what could be.
Rhys was smiling the whole damn time he kissed Kellen.
He pulled back, licking the taste of Kellen off of his lips before he turned his gaze downwards and finally, began to push into Kellen. The soft gasp that left Kellen’s lips as he felt Rhys penetrate him, his head pushing inside, made Rhys stop.
"No!" Kellen shouted. "More!" It was such a powerful and annoyed sound that Rhys paused before he burst out laughing.
"Oh love, I didn’t mean to push you that far." Rhys purred, pushing himself further inside of Kellen until he was up to the hilt. That should have been harder for him to do, but Kellen was so open, willing, and desperate for him that it almost happened too easily. Rhys blinked, surprised as their skin met. Kellen, however, let out a shocked, shaky breath.
"I wanted this." Kellen admitted softly, his free hand grasping at the bed. The other tightened around the rope, his abs flexing with each breath. Rhys reached down, running a hand across his skin, a ripple of muscles following in his wake.
"You feel divine inside, Kellen. I could live inside of you happily, forever. So wet and warm and mine." Rhys murmured. He spread his fingers out against Kellen’s lower stomach and Kellen felt his face warm. He was feeling where he was inside of Kellen. That was a rather strange thought, and a strange action, but Kellen didn’t mind. He liked that possessive side of him. It was sexy, and made Kellen’s own possessive desires roar to life.
Then Rhys’ eyes turned away from Kellen and towards the bed. That was when he reminded Kellen of the item he had brought, and which Kellen had tried and hadn’t liked. Kellen felt his eyes widen. He almost doubted that Rhys would grab it until he watched it float back up into the air, Rhys rewinding time on the nipple clamps so that they were closer.
"Want to try these again?" He asked, his eyes glittering. Kellen had the man balls deep inside of him, it wasn’t like he could exactly move away and say no. There was also the simple fact that Kellen didn’t really hate the idea of trying them again, he was just worried that they would feel as bad as they had the first time.
"Are you sure it’s going to be different this time?" Kellen asked, worried, and the smile that Rhys gave him didn’t exactly soothe his worries.
"I wouldn’t hurt you for the sake of hurting you, Kellen. I want you to like it too. Trust me?" That was the problem. Kellen did trust him, which meant that Kellen found himself hissing out a deep breath, Rhys pinching his nipples with the nipple clamps.
This time, it wasn’t the worst pain he’d ever felt. The clamps had more to grab onto after Rhys had paid his chest attention. They throbbed once, twice, and then the pulse of pain spread out like it was dissipating into his bloodstream. Kellen shuddered, unsure what that feeling was as Rhys grit his teeth and let out a deep, guttural sound.
"Fuck. You’re squeezing me so damn tight, Kellen. You like it that much? God, I’m worried I’m going to hurt you when I try to pull out. Be careful, love, don’t make me waste this condom, okay?" Rhys was teasing him again, but also warning him. Kellen shuddered, letting out a laboured breath.
"It’s not a waste when you can get hard as much as you want, Rhys, and we have two of each kind. It won’t be a waste either if you take your dick out and cum all over my ass, pushing it back inside. You aren’t exactly cumming in me that way, and your cum isn’t being wasted either. A win win situation." Kellen breathed around the throbbing strangeness attached to his chest.
Rhys stared at him, his jaw a little slack like he was surprised that he hadn’t considered that before.
"Oh, I might really make a mess of you then, Kellen." Rhys whispered and Kellen gave him a dangerous smile of his own.
"Oh, you weren’t going to do that?" Kellen asked cockily, licking his lips. He had no idea what he looked like to Rhys. His arms were spread out, his chest puffed up with the rope harness, his leg tied up. His hair was all over the place, his eyes focused on him with a serious flush across his cheeks. His body was at Rhys’ mercy, and he wasn’t asking for it.
He was asking for Rhys to push him harder, faster, more dangerously, and Rhys felt something in him snap.
"You’re in trouble, lover of mine." Rhys warned and Kellen chuckled.
"I’ll forgive you if you kiss me level two." Kellen suggested. Rhys’ nostrils flared as he ground his cock against Kellen’s ass. Both men groaned as their lips came together, Rhys’ tongue delving into Kellen’s mouth in a kiss as dangerous as it was sweet. He remembered, and that had Kellen melting into the sheets.
Yeah, he would forgive him for anything now.
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