Kellen, his one hand coated in lube still from applying it to the dildo, reached for his own cock and stroked it, covering it in lube. Rhys licked his lips and Kellen felt his cheeks warm.
The man wanted to eat him up without leaving a crumb. It was...it was a dangerous thought. Kellen wanted to lean forward, resting on his hands in front of him as he moved his ass and hips up and down on the dildo, but he didn’t think that would give Rhys a good view. So, moving everything, including the box forward on the bed, Kellen held his breath as he shifted forward, giving himself enough space to lean back and ride the dildo in the other way that he had learned.
Rhys held his breath as he watched Kellen shuffle awkwardly, without pulling the dildo out, further down the bed. He didn’t offer to help, instead looking him over as Kellen tried to measure the space that he needed.
He eventually decided on a spot, a few feet further down the bed, closer to Rhys. Rhys had his hand around his cock, stroking it almost lazily as Kellen shifted. Moving with it inside of him always felt a little strange. He’d had to adjust in the past as well, as he was figuring out what was the best spot in the closet. It was an uncomfortable feeling, nothing at all like riding a dildo. It felt like it poked further, and in stranger places.
Shifting, Kellen finally felt he was ready, and after giving a brief glance towards Rhys, and a slight incline of his head, Kellen leaned back. He placed both hands behind him, feeling the dildo shift with him as he angled himself back on his knees, his hands finding purchase behind him. He didn’t begin moving until he was sure he was secure, but he could feel Rhys’ gaze on him.
His gaze grew more intense as the jacket fell open, exposing the full front of his body on full display.
"Holy mother of everything holy." Rhys whispered as Kellen raised himself up, every little bit he withdrew the dildo feeling strange. He was almost worried he wasn’t going to be able to pull it out of him. If there wasn’t enough weight in the box, he might actually hold onto it too tightly.
Thankfully, he felt it leave his body, and Kellen let out an exhale. His thighs were clenched, his hands twitched on the sheets behind him, and his head was thrown back. He was avoiding looking at Rhys, focusing on his movements, his motions.
He sank down on the dildo after he pulled it out far enough, testing what felt comfortable. The first few strokes were slow, measured, testing. He was making sure that it didn’t slip out as he moved. That had happened a few times and he hadn’t liked it, so now he made sure he knew his limits. Kellen couldn’t help a moan that escaped his lips as he sunk down, rubbing against his prostate in the process.
"Oh yeah. Make as much noise as you want, sugar. Let me know what you like." Rhys’ voice washed over Kellen, causing him to falter and sink down a little further, a little faster and his breath caught in his throat.
"W-What?" Kellen asked instinctively, and Rhys chuckled.
"Did that startle you? Sorry. I just wanted to praise you for being so vocal. I like it." Kellen’s face flushed as he felt his asshole clench around the dildo inside of him. Damn the man for saying something that made him feel like he was going to cum just from his words. Forget riding the dildo like he wanted him to do, Kellen was going to cum just from Rhys’ mouth.
"C-Can you remain quiet?" Kellen asked, opening his eyes and turning his head towards Rhys, his face warm, his cheeks a bright, flushed red and his body warm. He was sure his chest was flushed as well since it was something he had noticed happened when he was turned on.
Rhys’ grin when Kellen met his gaze almost made Kellen whimper. He was so smug, so sure of himself and his gaze was so possessive that Kellen only grew more worried.
"You want me to be quiet? Are you sure? I thought because you didn’t have any posters of me up and about you’d need something to remind you of me to get off. Was I wrong? Is the dildo enough?" Rhys asked. Kellen felt his hands twitch, and he licked his lips nervously. He hated that the man had made a point.
He didn’t have any posters of him up and around. He’d forgotten the most important part of this simulation. The shrine aspect. Kellen frowned, pausing without raising himself up as he took a moment to think.
Did he need a shrine? Should he halt this and make a temporary one? Or, was having Rhys’ gaze on him enough? Him talking was already pushing this far too close to the edge. Did Kellen need anything else? Kellen hummed and hawed for a moment, being quite serious, and Rhys’ grin didn’t falter the whole time.
"I should be fine. Having you watching me is enough. When you speak...you should keep some thoughts to yourself." Kellen muttered. "Not if you don’t want me to cum too early." Kellen told him and Rhys’ eyes widened, and he raised a hand. He pretended to zip up his lips and throw away the key. His golden gaze was bright like a set of headlights, his grin ferocious, nearly feral as he stared at Kellen.
"Heard and understood, Guide Woods. This Captain will sit back and enjoy the show. Should I stop stroking my cock?" Rhys asked, and Kellen knew he was joking a little bit. Kellen bit his lip, watching as Rhys’ smile faltered for only a second and Kellen knew he was only adding to his tab.
"You can...keep stroking. I like watching you do that." Kellen told him and Rhys let out a quick exhale.
"Good. You can...continue. Unless...you need some help?" Rhys suggested, wiggling his eyebrows and Kellen huffed.
"I can manage this much on my own." He said, taking Rhys’ offer as a mark against his ability to do as he promised, and not at all as flirting.
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