(BL) Hunting The Field Guide-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.

"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.

His golden eyes glowed as a smirk crossed his lips. Kellen’s gaze darted towards them, and Rhys’ lips turned up even more as he met Kellen’s gaze for a moment and licked his lips. Kellen felt himself slowly blink and he felt blood rush to his cock.

Rhys leaned in, pressing a wet kiss against Kellen’s thigh.

"You’re going to give me a good guiding session, right Kellen?" Rhys’ voice was teasing as Kellen tried to catch his breath.

"Yes." Kellen said, his hands going to grip Rhys’ shoulders as the man continued to kiss his inner thigh. So close, so deviously close to his cock that Kellen was growing impatient. Rhys’ eyes crinkled up at the corners at Kellen’s needy expression, his eyes focused on Rhys’ movements.

Rhys sunk his teeth into Kellen’s thigh. Gentle, careful, but clearly a warning. Kellen twitched, his whole body moving.

"Kellen. You have to guide me as I suck you off. Focus on that, okay?" Rhys warned and Kellen nodded, his fingers digging into Rhys’ shoulders.

"I know. Now, stop teasing me." Kellen ordered and Rhys grinned widely.

"Yes sir." Rhys said before his lips left Kellen’s thigh and he licked his lips. He bent, and Kellen began to pour his power into Rhys just as Rhys’ tongue made contact with Kellen’s cock. He almost came right away, but clenched his teeth, his head coming forward as Rhys got comfortable, his tongue a warm, wet temptation as Kellen did his best to focus.

His fingers dug into Rhys’ shoulders as the man teased, licked and sucked Kellen’s cock into his mouth. His hands cupped Kellen’s balls, twirling and gently squeezing them in his hand. The pressure only added to the pleasure flooding his system and Kellen struggled to remain focused. He needed to guide Rhys.

He needed to give the man a good guiding session. But it was hard to do as the man played with him like he was a damn professional. When Rhys forced Kellen’s cock deep into his mouth, to that point that Kellen had felt when he’d taken over as the aggressor, Kellen nearly choked.

"W-Wait. Rhys!" Kellen called Rhys’ name, warning, begging that he didn’t do that, even if he liked it. Rhys pulled his cock out of his mouth, his tongue playing with his slit as he leaked. His smile was smug, his lips wet, his eyes teasing.

"You like it that much, huh? Wanna flood my mouth with your cum? You can do that Kellen. We can start and stop guiding as much as you want. I’ll take whatever you give me." Rhys told him and Kellen felt his eyes widen. Rhys saw the desperation there, and with a chuckle, he took Kellen back into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue along Kellen’s cock until he couldn’t take it anymore.

Between the pleasure he was receiving from the guiding, and the way that Rhys sucked on him like he was his favourite treat in the world, Kellen was done for.

"Rhys, I-" Kellen cut off. "I’m cuming." Kellen whispered, the words caught in his throat and Rhys took it. Taking every shake, every jet, every little shiver from Kellen without hesitation. When he pulled away, he licked his lips, swallowing dramatically, before opening his mouth and showing it off to Kellen.

Kellen reached out, shoving his fingers into Rhys’ mouth, checking mindlessly and Rhys’ gaze flared. Kellen eventually let him go, half of his energy feeling like it had been drained with the one simple action.

He knew, however, that they weren’t done. Rhys hadn’t even cum once yet. They usually weren’t done until he’d cum at least three times. Kellen had to make sure that he lasted that long.

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Rhys bent, leaning in until his lips brushed Kellen’s ear. Kellen shivered.

"You’re going to flip over on your stomach and bend over, Kellen. Show me that perfect ass of yours." He whispered and Kellen swore he already saw stars. How the hell was he going to make it through more of this when he was already this dizzy? They had been neglecting their guiding training, and this was really showing Kellen that he was in the wrong for that.

Still, he found himself turning over, his feet touching the ground as his chest pressed against the slightly warmer than normal marble. He let out a soft sound as Rhys reached between his legs, gripping his cock in his hand.

"Wait here, sugar. I’m going to go grab the lube." Rhys whispered against Kellen’s ear again, and Kellen shivered. It didn’t take a genius to figure out what kind of plans Rhys had. They were on the higher end of intimate guiding without going the whole way, but Kellen didn’t mind. He ate as much as he did for this very reason, and he would rather Rhys be fed fully before he went off.

That’s right. He was just...guiding and feeding Rhys until he was full. He could manage that. He was...he was a cook, after all. He just happened to be the meal.