(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 217

Chapter 217: A whole new world (m) Chapter 217: A whole new world (m) Kellen lay at the end of the bed, his legs resting against Rhys’ shoulders on a slight upwards angle.

His ass was fully off the bed, and he had his arms splayed across the bed as if it would give him more support.

He refused to look at Rhys, even as his breath fanned against his exposed bottom.  His balls and cock twitched, remembering the couple of times Rhys had been down there before, but Kellen was nervous.  He had no idea what to expect.  Rhys was right.

This was an area Kellen hadn’t researched, but he didn’t think it was important.

Why would it be?

Who would want to…to put their mouth near someone’s asshole?

There were no benefits.

He could understand someone thrusting into an asshole, since he himself knew that there was a prostate inside and it could bring pleasure.

But putting your mouth on it?

It was beyond Kellen’s realm of understanding.

Wasn’t it…dirty?

Why would Rhys want to subject himself to this?

And, why was he so excited about it?

Staring up at the ceiling, his mind racing, he sighed heavily.

He just couldn’t understand it.

He guessed he would just have to experience it like Rhys wanted him to before he could make any judgements on it.  “I’m having a hard time understanding why you want to do this.” Kellen admitted, and Rhys’ breathing paused.  “Why I want to do this?” Rhys repeated, his breath fanning the sensitive area he was observing.

Kellen swallowed as his words brought warm air against the area.

It was…strange.  “Yes.

I don’t understand.

Isn’t it…dirty?” Kellen suggested, and Rhys laughed.

His shaking shoulders made Kellen shake.

It was a strange feeling, and butterflies fluttered in Kellen’s stomach.

His grip tightened on the sheets.  “Dirty?

Oh sweet baby Kellen, I’m going to make you regret those words.” Rhys warned him, and Kellen felt a swell of panic fill his chest.

He glanced towards Rhys, worried, and that was all Rhys needed.

As soon as Kellen glanced at him, Rhys descended on him.  Kellen gasped at the first, wet touch of Rhys’ tongue against his anus.

His fingers clung to the sheets on either side of him as Rhys gently ran his tongue in a circle around the tight bud.  “W-Wha-” The words were stolen from Kellen’s lips as Rhys pressed his tongue flat against his ass, swirling and licking until Kellen’s legs shook.

Kellen’s mind was blank, his thoughts focused on the way that Rhys gripped his hips in his hand, angling him exactly the way he wanted.

His grip firm, his fingers digging into his flesh, showing off his strength as Kellen tried to wiggle away from the onslaught of pleasure.  When Rhys chuckled, Kellen nearly choked, the vibrations against that sensitive bud nearly clouding his mind.

Kellen had been wrong, and he was rarely proven how wrong he had been so quickly.  Rhys was opening so many doors to him, and Kellen had no idea where the next one would lead.  Kellen could feel tears welling up in his eyes as he gasped, moaned, and whimpered.

He was trying to move, but Rhys wouldn’t let him.

Rhys only let up once, and when he did, Kellen took the moment to regain his senses.  “So?

Is it dirty, Kellen?” Kellen turned glazed, pleasured blue eyes towards the Captain, who chuckled.

His lips were wet, and there was a dampness spread across the bottom half of his face.

Kellen felt a wave of embarrassment fill him at the way he looked, but the Captain was too pleased for Kellen to want to break the moment.

“Uh, I…” Kellen swallowed the saliva in his mouth, trying to speak but his brain wasn’t letting him string two words together.

Rhys’ gaze grew even hotter, the gold simmering.  “Well, if you liked it so much, I should reward you.” Rhys bent down, getting back to work but this time instead of the coaxing, easing strokes he’d been doing, he got serious.

He licked, sucked, and penetrated Kellen’s asshole like a man possessed.  When that slippering, warm tongue pierced Kellen’s hole for the first time, Kellen nearly came off of the bed.

Rhys held him in place as Kellen nearly sobbed, the sensation something he hadn’t expected nor experienced before.  When Rhys had played with his hole before, it had felt good, but not this good.

Was it the difference between fingers and a tongue?

Kellen had no idea, and his brain wasn’t going to let him consider his options either.

Not with Rhys being so dedicated.  It got even worse when Rhys released one of his hips to wrap his hand around Kellen’s cock.

One of Kellen’s hands flew to his arm, gripping onto it.

Kellen wasn’t sure if it was an attempt to stop him or aid him, he just knew he needed to hold onto him as he pumped Kellen’s cock in time with Rhys’ thrusts into his ass.  “I-Rhys!” Kellen called, a warning in his voice.

Rhys didn’t stop.

Keeping his pace the same, Rhys kept fucking Kellen with his tongue until Kellen’s legs shook, his balls drew up, and with one last trust, he plunged his tongue as deep as he could.  Kellen came on a choked gasp, his cock twitching as cum poured out of it, coating his chest.

Rhys gave a few, last minute thrusts of his tongue and Kellen twitched, jerking.

He was short of breath as he stared blankly at the ceiling, unsure what had even just happened.  Rhys slowly stood, gently shifting Kellen further up the bed as his brain tried to process what had just happened to him.

Rhys’s shit eating grin should have annoyed Kellen, but he couldn’t even bring himself to have those kinds of feelings.

He was too pleasured to care.  “I take it I’m allowed to do that again?” He teased, and Kellen nodded numbly.

That only had Rhys laughing.

“What about in the kitchen?

Can I bend you over and eat you in there?” Kellen’s mind drifted to what he was asking.

Kellen imagined himself bent over, gripping onto the edge of the sink as Rhys buried his face in his ass.

That damn skilled tongue going to work.  He shivered.  “M-Maybe.” Kellen muttered, and Rhys raised an eyebrow, surprised.  “Oh, you really liked it, didn’t you?

You were against anything happening in the kitchen.” Kellen’s cheeks warmed and he glanced away.

He was slowly gaining his sanity back, and Rhys could tell.

His grin didn’t change, and Kellen reached up with his hand and wiped away a glistening spot on his chin.  “Did you like it?” Kellen asked softly, worried, and Rhys’ expression softened.

He grabbed Kellen’s hand as it was about to drift back to the bed and pressed a kiss against his palm.  “Of course.

I love giving you pleasure.

You were so shocked when my tongue touched you.” Rhys teased, and Kellen knew he was going to be hearing about that for a while.  “I just…I didn’t think it would feel good and the prostate is deep inside the anus so I-” Rhys chuckled.  “But there are so many nerves there that there was no way it wasn’t going to be pleasurable.” He countered, and Kellen swallowed thickly.

He looked away, embarrassed.  “You say that, but how was I supposed to know that?

You’re my only sexual partner, and if I was going to do anything from a Guide perspective, my pleasure wouldn’t matter.” Rhys grew somber hearing Kellen’s words.

Rhys clutched Kellen’s hand, pressing another kiss against his palm.  “Your pleasure always matters to me.” He told the Guide below him.

Kellen met his gaze, and saw the seriousness there.

His throat worked as a heavy emotion filled his chest.  “I-I know.” He told Rhys harshly, his throat closing as emotions took over.

He cleared his throat.

“I know you care.

I was just…that’s just what I was taught.” Rhys stared down at the man who was covered in his own cum, his nipples pink and slightly swollen, and his lips the same way.

The man who had taken a bullet for his Father, saved his life, and hadn’t expected anything in return.  Rhys’ throat worked and he sighed, closing his eyes.

When he opened them again, Kellen felt like he was staring into the eyes of a storm.

The gold swirled.  “Can I fuck your thighs?” Rhys asked, his voice suddenly rough.

Kellen blinked, before he softened.

It wasn’t what he had expected Rhys to say, but it didn’t upset him.  “Of course.” Kellen told him, and Rhys sighed.

“Fuck.

I know it’s wrong, but I just need to see you covered in my cum.” He muttered, and Kellen knew he was a little fucked up when his heart fluttered.  “O-Oh.

Uh, is it safe?” He asked, and Rhys made a face.

He ran a hand over his face, before meeting Kellen’s gaze.  “No.

Not the way I want to do it.

I’ll have to compromise until you’re well enough.” He muttered, and Kellen felt a sense of tenderness leave him and go towards this Esper.

Rhys reached over, opening the drawer on one of the bedside tables and pulled out a bottle of lube.

“This will be cold.

I’ll try to make this quick so that you can get some rest.

I do not want to get on Green’s bad side.” He muttered, and Kellen chuckled.  “You?

Quick?

That’s a hard thing to do.” Kellen teased, and Rhys’ eyebrows went up.  “Kellen, I am relatively quick when I’m with you.” Rhys told him, and Kellen blinked.

Rhys could go for…more then Kellen had anticipated.

It was clear that Rhys had surprised him, and Rhys felt a warmth fill his chest.

“Kellen, when I’m alone and stroking it to images of you, or memories, I take twice as long.

I get so worked up with you that I’m willing and ready to cum at any moment.” Kellen’s breathing became uneven with his admittance, and Rhys smirked.

“Do you like that?” He asked, and Kellen licked his lips.  Did he like that?

He felt like he did.

His heart was racing, and he felt like he was looking at Rhys like he wanted to devour him.

Maybe he did.  “I…I really like that.” Kellen admitted and winced as the cold lube touched his skin.

Rhys closed the bottle before tossing it to the side of the bed.

He ran his hand along Kellen’s thighs, rubbing the cool lube in until it warmed.

It was a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one.  “Hmm.

You didn’t want me to last for hours and hours?” Rhys asked, and Kellen wondered if he was joking.  “Rhys, despite what you may think, I’m pretty normal.

How in the world would I manage if you lasted for hours?

I think I would die.” Rhys laughed, throwing his head back as he quietly moved around the bed.

Grabbing a few pillows, shoving them under Kellen’s ass and grabbed both of his legs and wrapping his arms around them.

He was doing it so casually that Kellen wasn’t even aware he was being manipulated.

Kellen, who had been watching him but had no idea what he was doing, was uncomprehending as Rhys grinned down at him.

Kellen almost forgot that they were both naked, on the bed, and his thighs were slick with lube.  “Well, I’m glad it doesn’t upset you.

I know that some people dislike when their partner shoots too soon.” Kellen snorted.

He threw his head back and looked to the side, staring at the side table for a minute before glancing back up at Rhys who was looming over him, holding onto his legs by his calves and knees.  “I don’t care.

I never would.

From a work standpoint, it’s efficient.

From a feelings perspective, it means that you like me a lot.

Why would I care?” Rhys grinned.  “Kellen, cross your ankles for me, would you?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Kellen is in for it once he’s better and fully healed.