(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 402

Chapter 402: An unneeded excuse (m)

Kellen found himself slammed against the door of their apartment, shoes still on as Rhys pressed him against the wood, his lips against his own.

This felt like a mirror of what Kellen had done only a few weeks prior, but the roles were reversed. Rhys was the aggressor, the pushy one. Kellen didn’t mind as Rhys sucked his tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from Kellen’s lips as the man worked on pulling his own clothes off. Buttons went flying as impatient hands set to work pulling off his uniform. Kellen let the man work, kissing him as he did so.

He didn’t want to get in the way of the other man’s hands. Kellen wanted Rhys’ clothes off as much as the other man did.

Kellen placed his hands against Rhys’ face, making sure that the man paid attention to his lips. Kellen got a chuckle from Rhys for doing so, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Rhys was staring at him.

It was a rather serious, but warm gaze. Filled with affection, lust, and a deeper, more tender emotion that had Kellen’s breath catching. Rhys pulled away from Kellen’s lips, pressing kisses against his throat before he sunk his teeth in. Kellen hissed, and Rhys chuckled.

"I’m going to enjoy you in the kitchen today." Rhys whispered. He then didn’t give Kellen a second to ask what he meant as he reached down, grabbing Kellen’s ass, giving it a good squeeze before picked him up, swinging him around and carrying him to the kitchen.

Kellen nearly jumped when he felt his ass hit the marble countertops, but Rhys lifted him up effortlessly and placed him there, making sure that there was a space for him in between Kellen’s thighs.

Rhys continued his mission of undressing himself, only now he was urgently kissing Kellen at the same time. Kellen locked his legs around Rhys’ ass, holding him in place as he kissed him as good as he got. The heavy pants of their breaths, the sound of clothing shifting and falling to the ground, Rhys’ scalding hand on Kellen’s stomach as he slid his hand up under the fabric of his Field Guide uniform filled Kellen’s mind.

Rhys, once his upper body was bare, set to work getting Kellen undressed. Kellen’s jacket went first, then his harnesses, and then the slippery fabric that Rhys had slid his hand up. All the white they were kissing, pausing only when Kellen needed to pull his clothing over his head.

Kellen could see in Rhys’ gaze that he wanted to be wild, wanted to try something new, but Kellen wasn’t feeling the same way. He felt the hesitation in Rhys as he pulled Kellen’s clothes over his body and arms.

"I wanna tie your hands up." Rhys whispered against Kellen’s lips. Kellen shook his head, their kiss swollen lips brushing each other.

"Not today. Please? We’re already in the kitchen." Kellen murmured. Rhys sucked his bottom lip into his mouth, sinking his teeth down in the delicate flesh as Kellen let out a soft, shaking moan.

"Hmm. Okay sugar. Not today." Kellen felt the promise like a brand, and just nodded, pulling Rhys closer, his hands running down the other man’s body. He pinched and squeezed as he wanted, his nails leaving slight marks as he ran them down Rhys’ back and chest. Kellen couldn’t help but admire his work when Rhys pulled back and away from Kellen’s lips, kissing and nipping at his skin. _{freēwēbnovel.com}

"Are we guiding?" Kellen asked, his head already full of thoughts of what he wanted to do to Rhys. Do with Rhys. Rhys chuckled.

"Just a simple one. An easy one." He murmured, trying to convince both of them. "I’m gonna take your pants off. Raise your hips for me." Rhys’ hands went to Kellen’s belt, the sound of him unzipping and pulling off not just his pants, but his underwear filled the air. Kellen wrapped his arms around Rhys’ shoulders, using his body as he raised himself up, allowing the other man to pull his pants off.

Rhys let out a soft chuckle.

"You could have leaned back to raise your hips up." He teased, his gaze golden as he met Kellen’s blue gaze.

"And move away from you? No chance." Kellen said and Rhys’ gaze flared. His nostrils did the same, and Kellen found himself being kissed deeply, the exact way that he liked and Rhys placed him back on the counter, pulling one leg through after the other. Kellen found his ass on the cold countertop, his cock hard while Rhys remained topless, but his pants still on.

"Fuck. You look good." The words slipped out of Kellen’s mouth and Rhys practically melted.

"Do I? I can’t compete with you though." Rhys whispered against Kellen’s skin as he peppered it with kisses. "You look like sin itself. Damn. You’re all hard for me. Look at my pair." Rhys murmured against his skin, his kisses almost ticklish against Kellen’s skin. "I just want to gobble you up. Hell, I think I will." Rhys’ kisses trailed down Kellen’s body and it took Kellen a moment to realise that Rhys was lowering himself until he was on his knees in front of him in the kitchen.