(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 300

Chapter 300: Can we both be good boys? (m)

"Is this okay?" Kellen asked, his breath coming in pants in the small space Rhys had created between their bodies. Kellen, due to his injury, couldn’t wrap his legs around Rhys like the last time they had done this.

Rhys was prepared, of course, and had several ideas that they could try so that Kellen wouldn’t injure himself and so that their actions wouldn’t be obvious to their Healer friend. The one the two had settled on was what Kellen thought might be...a classic?

Kellen was pressed against the far wall of the closet, next to the hamper. Rhys caged him in, and the two men had their cocks out for easy access. Rhys was the one who bent slightly, their cocks pumping against each other in the small space that the slight arch created. Kellen wouldn’t lie and say the fact that it also brought attention to his abs didn’t distract him.

He really, really liked that Rhys was invested in working out as well.

Rhys ran his thumb over the head of Kellen’s cock and Kellen sucked in slightly. Rhys grinned, staring at Kellen’s face.

"This is perfect, Kellen. God, you’re so fucking hard right now. You really wanted this, didn’t you?" Kellen felt his face heat and he swallowed, reaching for Rhys’ cock and mimicked his movements. Rhys let out a soft moan and Kellen felt his heart beat race in his chest.

"I’ve had my mind in the gutter since you touched me in the car." Kellen admitted and Rhys groaned more, leaning in closer.

"Let me kiss you. I want those lips on mine." Rhys begged and Kellen extended himself, meeting Rhys’ lips in a crash of desperation. Lips and teeth and tongues melded together as Rhys wrapped his hands around both of their cocks, and Kellen desperately did the same. Rhys kissed Kellen like a man trying to devour him. Caging him in, pushing him further against the wall until Kellen felt surrounded by the other man.

Kellen loved it.

He didn’t realise that he’d like this kind of thing, but being pinned, unable to move as Rhys kissed and touched him the way that he wanted to? That got something stirring inside of Kellen that he felt Rhys was the only one who would be able to activate. The way Rhys kept rubbing his thumb over Kellen’s slit every time he came to the heads of their cocks had Kellen’s hips pushing towards him, and Rhys loved it.

Kellen didn’t need to ask, it was clear in the small touches. The way his kisses grew a little more desperate, his weight felt a little heavier against him, and he slowed the motion down, getting his nail involved. Kellen let out a moan, and Rhys swallowed it up. He pulled away from Kellen’s lips, his eyes golden, and a smile on his lips.

"You need to be quiet, Kellen. We don’t want the others to know." Rhys scolded and Kellen panted, feeling needy and dazed. Rhys kept moving their hands in steady, smooth motions and Kellen bent, pressing his forehead against his shoulder.

"It just feels so good. I can’t...I can’t think." Kellen mumbled and felt Rhys shudder. His whole body shook as Kellen rubbed his forehead against his shoulder, his free hand gripping onto Rhys’ arm. It was too much. Kellen had wanted it so bad that having his hands on him felt like too much. "I’m sorry. I’m already so close. I-"

"Sh." Rhys murmured, pressing soft kisses against Kellen’s exposed face and neck. "No need to apologise sweetheart. You can cum whenever you want. I’m never going to punish you for getting off by my hand and touch." Rhys’ voice was gentle, deep, and stirred up Kellen even more.

Clenching his jaw, Kellen glanced up at him, his gaze desperate.

"I want to kiss you while I cum. I think I...I might be loud." Kellen told him and watched as Rhys’ eyes deepened.

"Fuck, you’re so sexy." Rhys told him. "Come here. I’ll swallow every last sound you make." Kellen raised his head off of his shoulder, meeting Rhys’ lips again. Rhys pressed in, his tongue demanding and forceful in Kellen’s mouth. Kellen couldn’t catch his breath, especially when Rhys sped up their hands. He stopped playing with the tip of Kellen’s cock and instead focused on speed and grip.

Kellen’s knees felt weak as the man devoured him exactly the way that Kellen wanted. His grip was tight on Rhys’ arm, using him to cling to a small fragment of reality as he whimpered into the kiss. Rhys was so good at this, and Kellen was such a beginner. This felt too fucking good, and feeling Rhys’ cock against his own, the veins of his cock pressing against his own?

Kellen didn’t recognise the sound that came out of his mouth as he came, his hips jerking wildly as Rhys swallowed up the noise. His hands didn’t stop, continuing to milk Kellen until his knees were useless and Rhys was the only one holding him up.

Rhys pulled his lips away from Kellen only to pepper Kellen’s face and skin with his lips. Kellen was desperately trying to gather his breath but he found that he couldn’t.

"Did you like that I called myself a good boy that much?" Kellen’s face felt like it was flaming as Rhys said the words again. "Or do you just like the words? Do you want to be a good boy Kellen?" Kellen’s already weak knees couldn’t handle this situation, and Rhys still held Kellen’s already rock hard cock. Rhys’ grin, and Kellen’s reaction said it all. _{freewebnøvel.com}