(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 310

Chapter 310: Easy to seduce (suggestive)

"Rhys, you’re going too fast." Kellen knew that his voice was a little high, his breath coming in pants, but what else could he do? Rhys had his lips pressed against his throat, one arm bent near Kellen’s head to give him leverage as his other hand held onto their cocks. His grip was firm, his motions quick, rough, and tight.

Kellen thought he was going to come up off the bed if he kept going. He could feel the tears forming in his eyes as the man continued, his tongue licking the sweat beading on Kellen’s skin. He knew that Rhys was with him, but the grip he had on his urges were slipping.

"You taste good." Rhys murmured and Kellen let out a shaky exhale. He didn’t feel in control of his body. It was like Rhys had found the controls for him and was playing him like a fiddle. Kellen reached up, gripping onto the shirt Rhys was still wearing while Kellen was topless with his cock out.

"T-Take it off." Kellen ordered, his voice shaking and Rhys glanced up at his face. His lips turned up slightly.

"Take what off?" He was teasing him. His hands slowed down, and Kellen groaned as Rhys focused on the tip of his cock. His hips were jerking, his fingers contracting on his clothes and Rhys continued to kiss his throat and collar bone. "Fuck. You’re so hot. Keep moaning for me, Kellen. I want to hear your pleasure." Kellen grit his teeth, his head tilted back to give Rhys more access, and as a reaction to Rhys’ thumbnail grazing his urethra.

"Rhys, I-" Kellen nearly choked when Rhys pressed his thumbnail in further. The pain should have been a turn off, but Kellen shuddered.

"You like that?" Rhys asked, his mouth warm and damp against Kellen’s throat. Kellen felt a daze fill his head as his hips continued to jerk.

"I’m gonna cum." Kellen warned. Rhys’ warm chuckle filled his ears before Rhys began his brutal pace once again.

"Come on. Shoot it everywhere. I want to watch." Rhys told him, pressing another wet kiss against Kellen’s skin before pulling back. He licked his lips, pumping their cocks in unison as Kellen gasped beneath him. Kellen was just barely able to hold onto his shirt, his other hand falling to grip onto the sheet beneath him. Rhys’ gaze glowed as he stared down at Kellen, watching every little twitch he made.

Kellen shuddered under the intensity, his stomach tensing as he felt himself tip over the edge. His thighs tensed, his cock pulsing as he came. Rhys didn’t stop, pumping him continuously and Kellen began to shake.

"Rhys, I can’t-it’s too much!" Kellen felt like he was whining, and Rhys chuckled. He released Kellen’s cock quickly, much to his surprise, before he shuffled up Kellen’s body, still jerking his own cock. Kellen felt his eyes widen in surprise as the man stared down at Kellen, his face slightly shadowed as he pumped his cock with his hand, hovering over Kellen’s chest.

"Rhys?" Kellen asked carefully, his chest rising and falling quickly and Rhys reached down, pressing a finger against his lips.

"Sh. It’s okay. I just want to look at you." Rhys told him, his thumb delving into Kellen’s mouth, tugging on his lip. "Fuck. I want to see these lips wrapped around my cock as I thrust into your mouth over and over. Will you swallow for me Kellen? God, I want to see you spit it into your hands and show me before you pour it back into your mouth. Ugh. I’m cuming." Rhys’ face tensed, a low, guttural moan leaving his lips as Kellen flinched, Rhys’ cum hitting his face and throat.

Rhys still had his finger in Kellen’s mouth, and when Kellen opened his eyes, protecting them from the spray of semen, he found that Rhys had his head tilted back, his throat in sharp contrast as his chest heaved. The strands of his black hair shifted, causing shadows to dance along the walls. With his cock out, still twitching, Kellen thought that he looked beautiful.

Kellen could tell he was already semi-hard again.

"Are you feeling better?" Kellen asked carefully, reaching up with his hand that he’d gripped the sheets with to wipe at his face. Rhys opened his eyes slowly, and Kellen was able to watch the trial that his eyes followed from the deep glow they projected.

That alone told him that he wasn’t okay, but Kellen was braced for that. Despite Rhys being worried, he knew, deep within him, that Rhys wouldn’t push too hard. He was too worried about damaging him to do so.

Even if Kellen thought that was silly, he also realised that there was a reasonable fear there. He was an S Class, and was quite a bit stronger than him. Even if Kellen was an S Class as well, they wouldn’t be on even footing. As an A Class, they really weren’t on even footing, but he knew Rhys. He wouldn’t hurt him when he was already injured like this.

His S Class tendencies wouldn’t allow him to hurt the one who provided relief. After all, it was one of the reasons that they were taking the guiding sessions so slow, beyond needing to build up a lower rate of calories taken per session.

Rhys’ chest was still rising and falling rather rapidly when his gaze landed on Kellen’s face. He pinched the skin he held in between his fingers, his thumb delving into Kellen’s mouth. Kellen, feeling a little unhinged himself, sucked it into his mouth. Rhys grumbled, narrowing his gaze.

"The edge is barely off, Kellen. Why are you testing the limits?" He demanded and Kellen released his finger, licking the rough texture before he spoke. He watched as Rhys followed every movement like a hawk.