Chapter 226: With a Kellen twist (m)
Kellen knew that Rhys only picked up on the fact that he was doing exactly as Rhys had done to Kellen at about five minutes into their gentle but deep kisses and Kellen’s teasing touch.
It was in the way that he froze, tongue still in Kellen’s mouth, and his hands stilled on Kellen’s back. The soft sigh of complaint, the way his brows furrowed, and then the annoyed way the other man said Kellen’s name.
"Kellen." Rhys ground out. He was clearly upset with the way that Kellen was being gentle with him, but Kellen believed that he should be. After all, Rhys had told him that his last experience like this had not been enjoyable. In fact, several of them hadn’t been. Kellen had come in as a clean slate and he had very much enjoyed himself, and continued to do so at Rhys’ hands.
He had the perfect guide to teach him how to be a good top and Rhys clearly either didn’t like that or was embarrassed by it. Kellen couldn’t understand either reason. It wasn’t like Kellen was taking anyone else’s advice, and he’d heard enough of it around campfires and drunk Field Guides.
Hell, Brent had been rather conservative since he’d come into the city. He’d been rather raunchy in the past but had toned it down to be around civilized folks. Kellen wondered how much of Brent Sergei had heard about, and hoped that it was all of it. It would do no one any good if Sergei thought he was only getting one side of Brent when he was a rather faceted man.
"What’s the problem, darling?" Kellen asked, watching as Rhys shifted beside him. They were lying on their sides on the bed, in a similar position to how Rhys had first placed Kellen on their bed, face to face so that they could touch and kiss. They were lying on Kellen’s bad arm side so that he could freely use his good arm without concern or restriction.
Rhys narrowed his gaze at Kellen, his eyes golden and fevered, his lips red from his kisses and his body about to bear more of Kellen’s marks. Kellen smiled warmly.
"If I didn’t love you, I would be very upset with you right now." Rhys warned and Kellen leaned in. He pressed a warm kiss against each of Rhys’ cheeks, watching as his body relaxed more.
"Why are you upset about it? I think it’s a smart idea. Plus, it’s not like I could possibly recreate it word for word, action for action, now could I?" Kellen teased and Rhys glowered at him.
"Kellen." He warned and Kellen gave a soft laugh.
"Does it make you uncomfortable? If it does, why? Is it because it’s what you did to me?" Kellen wanted to make absolutely sure that everything was alright, and from the flush that touched Rhys’ cheeks, it was that.
"Of course I’d be embarrassed if someone I loved started using things on me that I used on them. Wouldn’t you be?" Rhys asked back and Kellen stared at him blankly.
"No. Not if I knew it worked." Kellen said and Rhys realised that he wasn’t fighting a fair fight. "Now, don’t be upset. I just thought it was very handy. I was touched by you, it was painless, I came, it was a good time. Can’t you just understand that I want the same for you and my experience is limited?" Kellen asked, looking at Rhys through his eyelashes. He had no idea what his expression did to the other man, couldn’t know because he wasn’t trying to be deceitful.
That was what made Rhys relax.
"Fine." Rhys mumbled, frustrated, embarrassed, but willing to give in for his sweet fiancé. Kellen grinned, leaning in and pressed another kiss against Rhys’ lips.
"Okay. Now, please don’t make fun of me for this." Kellen said, a glint in his eye as he looked up at Rhys. Kellen watched as a muscle twitched in Rhys’ jaw, but he let Kellen do it.
Kellen began to make his way down Rhys’ body. Careful, thoughtful, with lots of kisses, nips and long moments where Kellen explored Rhys’ body in a way that he hadn’t really had freedom to do so far. He’d been the one being explored for the most part. Rhys had been more dominant, more forward. Now it was Kellen’s time to shine and when Rhys moved as if to take over, Kellen pressed a very firm hand against his chest.
Rhys’ gaze smoldered as he watched Kellen move across his skin. His muscles twitched under Kellen’s careful attention, Kellen’s teeth grazing Rhys’ stiff nipples just hard enough that he heard the other man inhale just a little harder. Kellen tucked that away in the back of his mind as he continued from one to the other, aware of the sting from his own chest where Rhys had his nipples clamped until only recently.
Kellen let out his own shaky breath as he continued down Rhys’ skin. The slight shimmer of his saliva on Rhys’ skin as he moved down was hypnotic, enthralling. Kellen turned Rhys over onto his back, shifting their positions until he was the one moving down Rhys’ body, his eyes focused on the pretty, nearly scarless body below him.
Scars still remained. Rhys wasn’t able to fully reset himself. He could only reset himself back to who he had been after he’d gotten his powers so anything he had before that remained. There was a scar on Rhys’ abdomen that he hadn’t spoken about but looked serious. Kellen didn’t ask. What he did instead was press a feathery-soft kiss against the mark.
He felt how Rhys stiffened before he forced himself to relax. He was on high alert, but he was letting Kellen do what he wanted.
He was a good man, that Rhys Thatcher.
Kellen reached for the bottle of lube, slowly paying Rhys’ thighs attention. He carefully spread the man’s legs, feeling the resistance there. He knew that Rhys was uncomfortable, but he also knew Rhys. The man had cleaned himself up, taken care of himself because he was that kind of man. He would do anything for Kellen, the same way that Kellen would do anything for Rhys.
Even give up an opportunity to tie Rhys up in favour of watching how excited Rhys got when he was able to tie Kellen up instead.
Kellen only shuffled the bottle closer so he could grab it as he wanted it, instead focusing his attention on the thick, meaty thighs near his head. He didn’t often spend his time with Rhys in this position. Usually Rhys was sitting down with his legs flat so Kellen didn’t get the full force of Rhys’ thighs in his face. Now that he did?
Kellen couldn’t help but nip, lick and suck on them. Rhys tossed his head back, moaning as Kellen gave him attention. Kellen’s hands yanked Rhys closer, hooking around the sexy indents of muscle and skin where his hips hinged and Rhys let out a startled sound. His eyes darted to Kellen, about to protest about Kellen moving him when he saw the serious, hungry look on Kellen’s face.
Rhys practically swallowed his tongue as Kellen pressed a line of kisses against his thigh, making direct eye contact with Rhys as he did so. The soft whimper that left Rhys’ mouth had the man nearly piercing the sheets as he gripped them under his hands.
That was when Kellen decided it was probably safe to venture further.
Kellen didn’t intentionally neglect Rhys’ cock. That was never his plan, but he’d spent so much time around it and with it in person that he wanted to give some attention to other parts of Rhys that he wasn’t so well acquainted with. Like his thighs, or his asshole.
Kellen fumbled with the lube bottle, flicking the lid open with his thumb and watching as Rhys tensed. It wasn’t as bad as when Kellen first started this out, but it was still apparent.
"Rhys, darling, dearest, sweet man. I am not going to hurt you." Kellen reminded him and Rhys let out a low breath.
"I know." He muttered, his face and eyes telling him that he did believe Kellen, but his body was still reacting. If Kellen could go back in time he would beat the shit out of the people, the Guides who did this to him.
"I’m going to fucking kill them." Kellen muttered quietly. He thought he had been quiet enough that Rhys didn’t hear him but from the soft, muffled snort, that was not the case.
"Who, love?" Rhys asked and Kellen glared at him.
"The people who hurt you." Kellen stated. Rhys melted.
"Oh sugar, you’re too sweet. I’m not going to tell you, even if you act cute and eat my ass." Kellen was offended. How dare he even suggest that Kellen would resort to something like that.
"I would never resort to that kind of thing. I’ll just ask Gunther." Kellen said. Rhys gasped.
"You-!" He cut off, annoyed as Kellen grinned from behind his cock. He watched as Rhys’ gaze narrowed as Kellen moved closer and gently pulled one of his balls into his mouth. He rolled it gently and watched as Rhys’ eyes fluttered shut for a second.
The sound of Kellen releasing his ball was a soft, wet ’pop!’ that had Kellen grinning from ear to ear. He was relaxed now, and distracted. Kellen poured the lube over his thighs. Rhys hissed at the cold.
"You are not playing fair. Going to Gunther?" Rhys sounded more annoyed by what Kellen had said than what Kellen was doing. It wasn’t the kind of distraction that Kellen had expected, but he wasn’t protesting it. Kellen licked his lips, pressing another wet kiss against Rhys’ thigh before he inched his hand closer and began to rub his middle finger around the area. He was circling it, like Rhys had done to Kellen.
Getting him used to the touch. Get used to having someone else down there.
"Why is it not fair? You’d go to Brent if the roles were reversed." Kellen countered, not backing down. Rhys huffed.
"That’s different." He protested and Kellen snorted. His finger grew closer and closer to his ass. Kellen watched as it twitched, confused, but not turning him away. Rhys just wasn’t used to this. That was okay. Kellen was happy to help.
"How is it different, Rhys? You know for a fact that if Brent knew about those people who I thought were my friends earlier he would have ratted me out in a heartbeat. I think it’s fair that I would go to Gunther in this circumstance, and it’s fair if I...rough them up a bit." Kellen suggested. "Maybe kill was a harsh word. I was upset. I do think that they are bad at their job and should be written up if they left an Esper with scars that we aren’t supposed to give. Guides are healers. We should be taking away your burdens, not adding to them." Kellen pointed out. Rhys groaned.
"Fuck. Stop talking like that. It’s too damn hot to me when you get all serious about your job." Rhys complained, not meaning it in the slightest. Kellen smiled.
"It’s true. If I had been the one in charge I would have done it better. We would start out with kissing, gentle touches, and then I’d distract you at some point so that you wouldn’t be scared of me or my body. I don’t want to hurt you, I want you to come away with a positive experience." Kellen told him, smiling up at the man that he loved.
Rhys paused, his chest heaving as he sucked in breath after breath. His face warmed, he licked his lips and he gave a small nod. The smile that he gave Kellen was vulnerable, dangerous, and held his whole heart.
"Kiss me?" He asked and Kellen was there. He was scared, but he was trusting Kellen with his body. That was big. That was important. Kellen would give the man almost anything he wanted for that level of trust.
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