(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 417

Chapter 417: That’s one way to kill some time (m)

Kellen was a little surprised that Rhys hadn’t waited until dinner was completely finished. A half eaten dish, all Rhys’, lay in destruction as he had thrown Kellen towards the couch, attacking the man the moment he said he was finished with his dinner.

Rhys’ gaze hadn’t dipped below gold since the moment he’d laid eyes on him when he’d come through the door after work. Kellen had eaten long before Rhys had gotten home and was instead making himself a smaller meal as he had made Rhys his dinner.

Kellen knew that whatever was to come, a guiding session with Rhys took a lot of his calories, even still. He just wanted to be prepared.

He wasn’t prepared, didn’t think he could ever be prepared for how the man touched him, kissed him, licked him like a man whose only salvation was Kellen’s touch and taste. He relished each exposed inch of Kellen’s skin, each soft caress, every noise that left Kellen’s lips because of his intense touch.

Rhys was grinning, on the more crazed side of feral as he tore Kellen’s clothes off of his body. His hands sculpted each pec, each muscle, his wrists and forearms like they were made of fine marble. Kellen had always felt like Rhys appreciated his body but this was a step further that Kellen found overwhelming.

"Tonight. Tonight is going to be all about you, Kellen. I want to drown you in pleasure." Rhys murmured against his skin, busy kissing his way up from Kellen’s belly button. Rhys’ gaze hadn’t left Kellen’s face the whole time, his eyes watching Kellen’s every move, every twitch. Kellen’s hand was buried in Rhys’ hair, his fingers twitching and twisting whenever he really liked something. Rhys would stop, making sure to repeat whatever he’d just down and watching Kellen as he writhed beneath him in pleasure.

It wasn’t lost on him that in this week this couch had also seen his Dad crying his eyes out and now Kellen and Rhys were...getting it dirty? Having sex? That didn’t feel quite right. Slipping out of place in Kellen’s mind. It wasn’t sex. They still hadn’t gone the full way. Even if this behaviour was categorized as sexual, Kellen couldn’t get past the block in his mind that this wasn’t sexual enough for that title.

At the same time, this felt far more intimate than what the words sex conjured up in his mind. Every time he was with Rhys everything felt more intimate, more real. As if Kellen had been putting up blockers before to hide himself from the pleasure he had been feeling before, but now that block was slowly sliding away. Allowing him to experience everything in startling clarity.

Rhys had been working away at his walls. Maybe that was what he had been talking about when he spoke about making Kellen want to beg for it. Making Kellen not afraid of what he’d feel.

Kellen wasn’t sure, and he wasn’t able to catch his breath enough to speak the question into the air anyways. Rhys was too busy getting him worked up to a fever pitch to even think.

"Mm. You taste so damn good Kellen. So fucking tasty. So hot too. I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to do to you all day today. I’m going to make you forget all your worries with just my body." Rhys promised, his tongue dipping in to lick between one of Kellen’s ab muscles. Kellen moaned.

He didn’t have to try that hard but Kellen wasn’t going to tell him to stop trying. His tight grip on Rhys’ hair seemed to say that for him as Rhys chuckled and his eyes warmed.

Suddenly, Kellen found himself not on his back, but standing up, Rhys holding him up with his shirt off, his pants half undone and Rhys on his knees before him. Kellen took a second to catch his breath while Rhys stared up at him, smiling.

"Can you take your pants off for me, sugar?" Rhys asked warmly, and Kellen found himself nodding. He released his hold on Rhys’ head to finish unbuttoning his pants. Kellen felt his breath leave his lungs, his shoulders rising and falling in jagged breaths as he stared into the golden gaze of the man below him. On his knees.

Waiting for Kellen to take his pants off.

Rhys wasn’t just waiting for him as he did so. He was slowly unbuttoning his own clothes, his fingers moving with precision as he did so. Rhys had his jacket and his top shirt off before Kellen even had his ankles out of his pants, his underwear still on. Rhys’ gaze hadn’t left Kellen’s, making this so much harder on the other man. Kellen stumbled, his leg getting caught in the pant leg and his hand came down on Rhys’ shoulder.

"You can hold onto me, sugar. How about I help you get your legs out, hmm?" His voice was husky, and Kellen nodded. He wasn’t sure what his voice would sound like right now. Kellen followed his instructions, moving from one foot to the next and Rhys pressed kisses to his knees and thighs as a reward. Kellen was melting.

He didn’t tell Rhys, but he’d prepared slightly before Rhys got home. Cleaned himself up. Made sure that whatever this guiding session meant, Kellen would be ready for anything.

Rhys helped Kellen repeat the process with his underwear, but not before Rhys pressed kisses against Kellen’s cock through the fabric. Kellen felt desperate as soon as he felt the warmth against him, Rhys’ gaze hot. His tongue was hotter.

When Kellen was finally free of his underwear, fully naked, Rhys was almost free of his top, his pants undone and the bulge of his cock an outline in his underwear. Rhys’ hand was around the back of Kellen’s thigh, his grip tight as Rhys placed his mouth on other parts of Kellen’s body.