Rhys really needed Kellen’s comfort, and Kellen, wanting to comfort him, helped Rhys get undressed. He helped him wash up, clean up his wounds, and made sure he was okay. Rhys was in a daze, not quite himself.
Kellen hadn’t seen him like this before, not even when he’d tried to drink away his problems, and Kellen felt in pain for seeing Rhys like this, while also grateful that he was allowing him to see him like this. Kellen, hoping that it would make him feel better, made sure he had his top off after he brushed his own teeth and crawled into bed.
He tucked the blankets in around Rhys, before he moved up, tucking Rhys’ head against his chest. Rhys’ arms came around him, and Kellen could feel his body rise and fall as he inhaled and exhaled loudly.
He sounded...relieved, and he buried his head in further against his chest. Kellen felt a chuckle well up inside of him, and Rhys wrapped his arms around him tighter, wrapping his legs around him too. He kept inhaling, deeply and Kellen ran his fingers through his hair.
"Feel better?" Kellen asked, a smile in his voice, and Rhys exhaled.
"Kinda. Can I suck on them?" Rhys asked, not raising his head and Kellen felt his body warm. His fingers halted for a second, before another chuckle left his lips.
"We have to get up soon." Kellen said. Rhys let out a deep, forlorn sigh.
"You wound me. Just a little?" Rhys tilted his head back, those yellow eyes big and wide. Kellen had a feeling he knew what look he was trying to go for, but the fact that they were glowing really took away from the fact he was begging. Kellen really laughed then.
"Are you begging me?" Kellen asked and Rhys fluttered his eyelashes. Kellen laughed again, and Rhys tightened around him.
"Yes. I could also suck your cock if you want? I just want to be closer to you right now." Rhys told him and Kellen’s smile faded from his lips a little. The laughter dying. It was a plea, and Kellen stared down at him.
"Is that something that you want? Would that make you feel better?" Kellen asked softly, his fingers running through his hair still. Rhys held still, his eyes fluttering as he thought.
"I...I don’t know. I just, I feel like I need to do something, and I need to feel you." Rhys didn’t sound certain of himself, and Kellen, feeling warm and fuzzy having this kind of Rhys wrapped around him, let out a soft sigh.
"What if I went down on you? Would that be the same?" Kellen asked and Rhys swallowed.
"I don’t think I would be kind right now. I’d rather take care of you." Rhys’ voice sounded a little raspy as he admitted that, and Kellen felt a soft smile touch his lips.
"Alright. Whatever you want." Kellen told him, and Rhys froze.
"No. You have to agree. I don’t-" Kellen wrapped his hand around his mouth, silencing him. He stared down at the S Class wrapped around him, a smile on his lips.
"I’m fine with whatever we do, Rhys. I’m completely okay with anything. I’m just going with the flow, alright? You’re hurting a lot, and I just want to comfort you. I just want you to be aware that we have to work tomorrow, so nothing too crazy." Kellen warned, and Rhys’ lips turned up.
"That’s twice you’ve mentioned work tomorrow. Did something happen while I was away?" Kellen shook his head at his question.
"Nothing big. I dealt with it." Kellen said confidently. Rhys chuckled.
"My competent Guide. Well, can I reward you then? We can think of this as a reward for being such a good replacement for me. I just want to touch you and take care of you." Rhys pleaded and Kellen chuckled.
"Am I not allowed to try and take care of you?" He countered, and colour bloomed on Rhys’ cheeks.
"You breathing is taking care of me. You existing is enough. I just want to worship you, get lost in your taste." Kellen blushed at the not so subtle words.
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