(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: A devil’s temptation (suggestive)

Kellen protested quietly when the Captain pulled his lips away from his own, and that only made the Captain chuckle.

"What? Did you want more?" He teased. It was the Captain’s turn to blush when Kellen reached out, gripping onto his arm firmly and nodded. Kellen licked his lips, feeling greedy, and a little devilish.

"Yeah. I do." Kellen’s response was slightly breathy, his body feeling sluggish. The Captain stared down at him, startled, and Kellen watched as his face flushed.

"Green said I can’t bend you like a pretzel." He protested, warning Kellen. Kellen chuckled.

"Why are you thinking of bending me like a pretzel? What does that even mean? I know you have the capacity to be gentle, Rhys." Kellen leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his lips. It was just a soft peck, but it had the Captain’s heart racing. "You just need to tap into it." Kellen whispered against his lips with a small smile.

"I...I can be gentle." Rhys repeated, and Kellen chuckled. Now that he’d gotten over his embarrassment at misunderstanding the whole situation, and that he knew that the Captain was going to remain in the apartment with him, a sudden, raging desire filled him.

He wanted Rhys close. As close as they could be. He wanted to feel his skin against his own, his warmth and heartbeat against his ear. He wanted to know that Rhys was safe, that he was safe, and that there wasn’t anything that was going to take them apart.

"So...can we head upstairs now?" Kellen asked softly, and Rhys inhaled.

"Uh, yeah. You need...you need a bath first." Rhys told not just himself, but Kellen, and Kellen laughed.

"A bath? Why can’t we get a shower together? Doesn’t that seem faster?" Kellen was new to this seduction thing, but he was trying his best. His fingers played with the baby hairs at the base of the Captain’s neck, drawing small, tempting circles into his hair. Kellen watched as the Captain’s throat worked, his eyes going molten gold, and his arms shook slightly. Trembled.

"You...I shouldn’t get a shower with you. You can’t stand for long. It hurts you." Rhys protested, and Kellen laughed softly.

"You can hold me up, can’t you? You’ve been doing it all day. Did I tell you how hot I find that? That you can carry me like it’s nothing? I’m not a small man, Captain, and you know that." Kellen’s whispered words against Rhys’ lips seemed to be having a great effect. Rhys was swallowing, a small bead of sweat rolling down his face, and he appeared to be in pain.

"No. You’re getting a bath. If I...you’re getting a bath, Kellen." His words were firm, as if he’d steeled himself and Kellen sighed forlornly. He sat back against the couch and did his best to look sad.

"Oh. Okay." He removed his hands from Rhys’ body, crossing them across his chest. He adjusted to plump up his chest. He had a feeling that Rhys liked his pecs. Rhys groaned.

"No no no. None of that. Don’t make me feel bad for saying no. I just want to do everything I want slowly and on the bed. I know I’ll be too rough with you in the shower. Please? No pouting Kellen. You’re killing me here." Rhys pulled at Kellen’s arms, tugging them gently away from his body. "Come here. I’ll kiss you as we head upstairs, hmm? Does that appease Kellen?" The Captain asked desperately.

Kellen turned his gaze away from the Captain, pretending to think about it even as his heart raced in his chest at the thought of their tongues touching in his mouth.

"Hmm. I guess so." Kellen said, and Rhys chuckled.

"The death of me. I swear. Come here sweetheart. Let me give you what I promised." Kellen let the Captain pick him up again, and found that Rhys’ mouth was on his before he even placed a foot on the stairs.