(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Two sides of the same coin (m) Chapter 218: Two sides of the same coin (m) Kellen stared up at where Rhys was over top of him, the light from the room casting most of his face in shadows.

It brought out the definition of his body, his abs, and the shape of his muscles.

The way he was holding Kellen’s legs was suspect, but Kellen didn’t mind.

He could already feeling himself getting turned on again, just from the way the Captain was touching him and looking at him.  Licking his lips, Kellen gripped onto the sheets beside him.  “What does it do if I do that?” Kellen asked, curious and Rhys’ smile threw the shadows around him wildly.

He looked…evil, demonic, and so fucking sexy Kellen almost swallowed his tongue.  “It makes your thighs tight, Kellen, so that when I slide my cock between them, over and over, it will feel like heaven.

My cock is going to rub against yours, brushing against your balls fast, hard, and it’s going to feel so fucking good.

So cross those ankles for me, won’t you sweetheart?” Kellen found himself nodding, entranced and Rhys chuckled.

“Good boy.”  Kellen felt a shiver run down his spine, and Rhys smirked.  “Did you like that?

We still haven’t decided on a safe word.” Rhys told him with a chuckle as Kellen crossed his ankles slowly.

His grip on the sheets grew bruising, and he worried that he was going to tear them.  “I-I don’t think we need one.

I will tell you if I don’t want something.” Rhys bent, bending Kellen as he did so until his lips brushed Kellen’s.  “Sweetheart, my sweet Kellen, you have no idea what I have planned for you now that I know a little bit more about what you like, do you?

Did you ever research kinks and things like it?” Kellen shook his head, his breath coming quick and fast with Rhys’ lips brushing his own.

Rhys chuckled.

“Well, I think you should.

I know you’re going to be busy, like I am, but we should take some time to research that.

Just so I can see the look cross your face when you realise that you do want a safe word, and you want it because you’re with me.” Rhys kissed Kellen deeply, hungrily, and Kellen moaned into the kiss.  It was a level three, toe curling kiss that had Kellen chasing Rhys’ lips as he pulled back, going back to his previous position above him.

Kellen groaned, his cock already hard again, and that seemed to be the thing that Rhys was waiting for.  Slowly, softly, Kellen felt Rhys’ cock slide against his thighs from the back.

Kellen’s eyes widened as Rhys grazed against his asshole.

He sucked in, the feeling something he’d never experienced before now.  Rhys kept a firm look on Kellen’s face, gauging his reactions.

Kellen felt his head swim at the warmth that wasn’t quite familiar, but wasn’t quite foreign, but it wasn’t familiar down there in the slightest.  “W-What-?”  “Sh.

It’s okay.

I’m not putting it in at all.

I just wanted…I just wanted to rub the tip against it.

You aren’t ready, and I want this hole twitching to welcome me in when we decide to do it.” Rhys whispered, and Kellen gulped, nodding.  “Y-You keep saying things like that.

What does that even mean?” Kellen asked softly, and Rhys’ golden gaze sharpened.  “It means,” he shifted until the tip of his cock was rubbing a little too aggressively against Kellen’s asshole.

“That you’ll be begging to take me inside here.

Your hole will be trained to take my cock, without having ever felt it before.

You’ll be whimpering beneath me, twitching and so hard precum is coming out of your cock and we haven’t even started yet.

You’ll be relentless, begging me for my cock to fill you up.” Rhys whispered and Kellen felt butterflies in his stomach.  “W-What makes you think I’ll be like that?” Kellen countered, and Rhys’ grin nearly wiped away Kellen’s sense of reason.

It was so cocky, so sure of himself that Kellen worried that Rhys was right, and he was going to be like that.  “Kellen, do you honestly think I would let it go down any other way?” Rhys said, and Kellen wanted to protest, wanted to say that it wasn’t going to be the way that Rhys said, but couldn’t make his lips form those words.

Rhys chuckled.

“That’s right.

A good boy knows when to protest, and when to sit back and take it.” Kellen felt his face heat at the soft, but compelling words that Rhys spoke.  “I-I’m not a good boy.” Kellen protested softly as he twitched, his thighs tightening together as Rhys continued to rock his hips against Kellen’s asshole.

Rhys watched him quietly, his gaze golden.  “You aren’t?

Then do you want to be a bad boy?” The Captain asked and Kellen felt a fog fill his mind.

He knew he had responded with guiding, and from the shit eating grin on the Captain’s face, he’d obviously noticed.

“N-No!” Kellen protested, a little too loudly, and Rhys chuckled.  “Do you know what bad boys get?” Rhys whispered, and Kellen swallowed thickly.

When he didn’t respond, Rhys forged ahead.

“Bad boys get turned over my lap and have their asses spanked.

So do you want to be a bad boy?” Kellen’s cock twitched, and Rhys noticed.

Kellen began to shake his head in the negative, but the jig was up.  Rhys could tell how turned on he was, and that made him smile.

His eyes crinkled up in the corners, his eyes glowing golden crescents as he stared down at him.  “You’re lucky to have a partner like me, who is so accommodating to your every desire, right Kellen?

I can give you anything you want, anything you need.

You are lucky to have me.” Rhys said, a little smirk on his lips.

It should have been a confident statement, especially after all that they had been talking about, but for some reason, Kellen could sense some insecurity in his words.  Kellen reached up, placing his hand on Rhys’ where he held his legs.  “I-I am lucky to have you.” Kellen said, and the confidence, the bravado faded slightly.

“But I’m not a good boy or a bad boy.” Kellen added, his cheeks pink.

“I’m just Kellen.” Rhys snorted, before he threw his head back in laughter.  “Agree to disagree, we’ll figure out which one you like more.

Now, are you ready?

I promise you’ll like this position.

You liked the one when we were on our sides, right?” Kellen swallowed, excitement filling him as Rhys moved his cock until it rubbed against his balls.

His cock twitched as Rhys slowly slid his cock further, until the tip peaked out between Kellen’s thighs.

“Fuck.

Your thighs are so thick that they swallow my cock.

I know your hole is going to feel at least twice as good as this.” Rhys groaned.  Kellen was bracing himself for the act, but as soon as Rhys slid his cock between his thighs, rubbing against his own cock, he knew he wasn’t going to be able to do that.  “Wait, this feels-” “-Intense?

Hold on, Kellen.” Rhys warned, his gaze bright and his cheeks flushed.

Kellen couldn’t look away from the man as he withdrew and thrust back hard.

Kellen gasped, his lungs feeling empty as Rhys continued the brutal pace.

It almost hurt how hard he was thrusting against his thighs, but Kellen found that he liked the feeling.  Rhys held his thighs together, his grip leaving a white outline on Kellen’s skin.

Kellen should have been worried about the handprint that was going to leave, but he was lost to the pleasure.

To the look on the Captain’s face as he thrust his cock between Kellen’s thighs over and over.  Kellen only had the thought for a second, but it was still there.

He was a little upset that the Captain wasn’t behind him so that he could bite him as he came.

Kellen should have known better.  The Captain wasn’t the kind of man that would leave Kellen thinking thoughts like that.  “Kellen, where is your mind drifting?

Pay attention to me.

Or am I not stimulating you enough?” Kellen’s eyes widened.

He was barely able to catch his breath from Rhys’ thrusts.

How much more of his attention was he wanting?

Demanding?  The Captain bent, biting onto Kellen’s calve in punishment, and Kellen sucked in.

Rhys’ grin was wicked when he stared down at Kellen, and Kellen had the distinct image of an olden day King hovering over him.

A man who was used to power, used to taking and having whatever he desired.  “Kellen likes pain no matter where it is, huh?

I’ll keep that in mind.

I think we’re going the bad boy route.” He teased, and Kellen felt delirious.

He was a little bit upset that the small bite, the feeling of the Captain’s sharp teeth against his skin had made his cock just a little bit harder.

He was pissed that his body had become this way.  He was blaming Rhys.  “Y-You’re the one who showed me that.

Take responsibility.” Kellen protested, and gulped as the alarms began to blare in the back of his mind.

Rhys’ grin was feral as he stared down at Kellen, his cock thrusting between his thighs in a hard, brutal pace.  “Oh, I will.

I plan to ‘take responsibility’ for the rest of my life.” The Captains’ grip shifted, until his nails were digging into Kellen’s uninjured thigh.

Kellen gasped, the muscles in both of his legs trembling.

“Now, are you going to cum for me, Kellen, or am I going to have to beg?” CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Let’s not lie to each other.

We all know Kellen could have brat energy if he wanted to.

Rhys just wants to see what he’ll become.

You know, bring out the inner Kellen.