Chapter 228: We can pivot (m)
Kellen felt a bit like their roles were reversed when he began to tuck pillows under Rhys’ back to give him the proper angle. Rhys wanted to be able to see Kellen’s eyes and this had to be the way so that Kellen didn’t hurt himself more.
Rhys seemed a little awkward about that, until it came to Kellen’s health. It wasn’t lost on Kellen that the moment he brought up that it would hurt his hand that Rhys folded quickly. Any argument he might have had died on the tip of his tongue. Kellen knew that was ridiculous, that didn’t mean he didn’t use it to his advantage.
He did not want to leave a sour taste in his mouth, especially if this ’training’ didn’t go the way they both planned. Or, how Kellen planned. This was a nice pivot though.
He had no idea what he was doing, but he had a feeling he could learn on the fly. He knew what Rhys did, and he had a feeling that this action might have a better outcome on Rhys’ opinions on being on bottom than him fingering him.
Unlike Kellen, Rhys didn’t prepare occasionally. It wasn’t something he worried about. He might clean up, but that was just the right thing to do to not be disgusting. This, however? This was slow, easy, and Kellen could truly get a feel for how Rhys would react.
If the man got hard while Kellen was licking and kissing on his sphincter, Kellen would take that as a success. If he didn’t? Well, Kellen would have to start doing some research. For Rhys’ sake, and for Kellen’s. It would mean he didn’t have enough knowledge and that was something that Kellen would not let stand. Not when he cared about Rhys enough to try and branch out.
He had a strong feeling that Rhys would like being on bottom. He felt things so violently, so fully that Kellen wanted him to be able to experience connecting with Kellen the same way that Kellen experienced connecting with Rhys. It was overwhelming, and all encompassing.
Being able to take a partner into your body, hold them, and bring them pleasure was satisfying on a level that Kellen couldn’t put into words. He hoped that Rhys would be able to experience it too, they just had a few hurdles to get over first.
Kellen smiled at Rhys after he tucked the last pillow behind his back and hips. He wasn’t fully angled so that his body was at an odd angle, but he was angled so that his head was lower than his hips. It gave Kellen a good angle and Kellen carefully, with great affection, lowered himself to his knees on the edge of the bed so that he was aligned with Rhys’ twitching, nervous hole. He placed Rhys’ legs on his shoulders, kissing them on each side and watched as Rhys struggled to breathe.
He was scared still, Kellen could tell, but he could also tell that Rhys was annoyed at himself as well. He wanted to be better than this, Kellen could feel that he was feeling like he wasn’t good enough, and that was a crime. He wanted Rhys to feel better being with Kellen. Maybe eating his ass the way that Rhys enjoyed eating Kellen’s would be a way to bridge that gap.
Kellen felt how Rhys tensed as Kellen’s breath washed over the tender skin of his balls and the underside of his cock. Kellen wasn’t about to be a man who would ignore his partner’s concern, so he bent and pressed tender kisses against everything.
He didn’t pull Rhys’ cock into his mouth, or lick it, instead giving it a teasing affection that had the concerned look on Rhys’ face exchanged for annoyance. He clearly wanted more, and with a laughing smile, Kellen turned to Rhys’ ass.
He was upset that he wasn’t able to hold Rhys in place like he did with Kellen, but that didn’t mean that he didn’t try. He wrapped one of his arms around Rhys’ thighs, squeezing it tightly as he held him in place and leaned in. Rhys was already slippery from the lube that Kellen had spread all over his ass so it was a slightly strange feeling to press his lips against the puckered sphincter.
Rhys let out a strange sound, something caught between a moan and a shocked sound. It came from his gut, surprised that Kellen would just go for it. Kellen buried his face deeper between the tight, firm cheeks of Rhys’ ass and found that he liked the feeling.
The force pushing back against him wasn’t unwelcome, especially as he felt Rhys’ whole body tremble.
"You need to warn me." Rhys rasped, his voice strangled. Kellen just felt his eyes curled up as he smiled, pressing another kiss against the trembling skin under his lips. The rushed gasp, the way Rhys’ chest heaved and not with fear had Kellen feeling bold. He gripped tighter, moving closer to open his mouth and lick the tense spot. It felt a bit like licking a raisin, but Kellen didn’t mind.
Not when it got this kind of a response from Rhys.
The man’s back arched, his cock being thrust into the air as the man tried to tense his body up and away from Kellen’s tongue. Unfortunately for him, Kellen was strong, and that reaction wasn’t in the right direction. With his legs dangling over Kellen’s shoulders he couldn’t push up properly off the bed.
That meant that he didn’t get to the heart of the issue. Kellen still had direct access to the trembling, quivering ass under his tongue and to Kellen’s utter delight, he wasn’t fearful, he was startled.
That meant Kellen wiggled his tongue against the sensitive spot and heard Rhys let out a shout.
"Kellen!" It was a protest mixed with a plea, and Kellen wasn’t about to listen to either. He kept his eyes on Rhys, watching the man squirm under his attention as Kellen licked thoughtfully at his ass. He wiggled his tongue against his asshole, trying out different strokes and touches, kissing it over and over until he finally felt Rhys give up.
His muscles gave out, his body coming down, his thighs trembling, his heels digging in against Kellen’s back, and his chest heaving. His fingers had torn through the sheets and left long gashes as he gripped under him, at his sides.
His cock wasn’t fully erect, but it wasn’t soft either. It was in between both states, and Kellen took that as a hopeful sign.
Kellen stopped for a second, letting Rhys catch his breath now that his body had relaxed enough that his back was against the bed again. He gave Kellen a lidded, golden look, his cheeks flushed. His hair was wet from his sweat and all over the place. A lock of it was almost in front of his face, blocking his view of Kellen. He let out a long breath, sighing and Kellen felt his own cock stir.
Kellen had never seen a man as handsome as him before.
He was lucky that Rhys hadn’t given up on him and that he had said yes to his proposal. Kellen felt that deep in his bones.
Kellen turned his attention back to the more relaxed asshole under his lips and tongue. It still shook with every attention that Kellen gave it but it somehow seemed softer, more welcoming. Kellen didn’t take advantage of that fact. He knew that was just a temporary thing.
The first few times that Kellen had tried to finger himself had been awful, uncomfortable experiences. Kellen had truly asked himself why anyone ever agreed to bottom for others, but had continued down the path because it seemed like the most logical thing for him to do.
Now that he knew all it took was patience and a kind touch? He was about to give Rhys a master class in how kind and patient Kellen could be.
Kellen kept kissing and licking Rhys’ ass, his hold firm as he felt Rhys relax further under his touch. It continued to be a good sign, up until Rhys let out a low moan.
Kellen paused, Rhys froze, and then Kellen felt his body begin to sing.
Rhys liked what Kellen was doing enough to moan. That was the sign that Kellen needed, along with the fact that Rhys was getting harder and harder. Kellen released his hold on Rhys’ thigh to reach his hand down and grasp onto Rhys’ shaft. This move should be intimately familiar to Rhys since he’d done something similar to Kellen only he’d shoved his tongue deep inside of Kellen.
Playing with him, teasing him when all Kellen had wanted was Rhys to pump in and out of his ass like he belonged there and couldn’t wait to get back inside. Rhys had been inside of him, just not the way that Kellen wanted.
Now, Kellen was able to return the favour.
Kellen could feel how Rhys’ asshole was fluttering under his tongue. He wasn’t sure what it meant at first, but he was learning what it meant as time passed. Rhys wanted him to take the next step. Whether he was aware of it or not, Rhys’ body was sending signals that they were ready for the next step. A finger, a tongue, it didn’t care.
They just wanted someone to stop teasing them and come inside.
Kellen knew Rhys. He knew that if he took it too far it might not be a positive memory for the other man, so he didn’t. He kept his tongue flat for the most part. Stroking against, not inside. That seemed to have Rhys squirming more, especially now that Kellen had his hand on Rhys’ cock and was stroking him in time of Kellen’s movements.
Rhys was wiggling under him, squirming, unused to this kind of treatment. Kellen could tell from the desperate, confused sounds he was making, the way that his hips were thrusting against Kellen’s lips and then he’d freeze. It was like he was afraid to let go.
Rhys. Rhys Thatcher of the Saturn Guild was afraid to let go?
It was such a cute thing to consider that it had Kellen smiling as he worked. He was the only one who saw him like this. Who got this privilege. Kellen would wear it like a badge of honour while also knowing that anyone else who had seen Rhys like this hadn’t seen the true Rhys. They had seen a man who hadn’t been open and vulnerable and instead had seen a man desperate for healing and help.
That still churned in Kellen’s gut, ugly and mean. It was a reminder that not all Guides were like Kellen, and it was tragically a good reminder as he was in enemy territory.
Even as he ate Rhys’ ass like a man who was looking forward to the whole meal.
The only Guides who he could really trust were his dad and Brent. That was it while he was here.
"Fuck, Kellen. Stop, sugar. I’m-" Kellen did not stop. Not when Rhys’ voice was tense like that. Instead he opened his eyes and stared at Rhys and his clenched jaw and flushed face. He was sweating, panting, his heels digging into his muscles like he was trying to crush him. It was a thrill for Kellen.
Kellen’s hand moved faster on Rhys’ cock, as did his tongue. The circles were more focused, more dangerous. Rhys let out a choked sound, his balls drawing up under Kellen’s eyes as Rhys’ cock stiffened for one glorious second before cum came out. It went up in the air and then down, landing on Rhys’ chest.
It was the clearest sign of success that Kellen had ever experienced. This was better than even when he’d managed to come out of dungeons against impossible odds. A high that he wasn’t sure could have something comparable.
Rhys’ eyes fluttered, his body shaking as Kellen finally removed his tongue from Rhys’ ass, his face coming up from between his cheeks. He was soaked, his grin feral as he stared down at Rhys. He wanted to kiss him, but wasn’t sure the man would be okay with it.
He didn’t have to worry at all as Rhys’ gaze dipped dangerously golden and Kellen found a hand buried in his hair and his body yanked forward. It felt almost like someone else did it before their lips clashed and Kellen realised, belatedly, he had used his powers to go back to a time when his hand had been buried in Kellen’s hair. He chuckled into the kiss. Lovely man.
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