(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 244

Chapter 244: I want you to enjoy this (m) Chapter 244: I want you to enjoy this (m) “Is this…really necessary?” Kellen asked nervously, and Rhys’ chuckle filled his ears.  “Of course it is.

Are you comfortable?” Rhys asked, and Kellen frowned.  How the hell was he supposed to be comfortable?!

They had entered the bedroom, but there was one major thing of note.

Rhys had wanted to…teach Kellen about what he was missing.

Kellen, being who he was, had no idea what that meant.

So, Rhys had helped Kellen get undressed of everything but Rhys’ jacket.

Kellen, who had thought that this was greatly unfair, had put up a good argument about Rhys undressing too.  Rhys had humoured him for a while, but had eventually put his foot down.

“It will lose its meaning if we’re both undressed.

At least, the first time.

Come on Kellen.

Won’t you trust me?” Kellen had flinched when he’d said those words to him.

Combined with the glowing golden eyes, and the way he was pouting, Kellen had felt himself fold fast.  So, now he was practically naked while in the bedroom.

Rhys sat on the edge of the bed, still in his full uniform, the lights were dim, and Kellen was laying on his stomach across his knees.

He had no idea what to do with his hands, and Rhys could tell.  Hearing him chuckle, Kellen shivered.  “You can always look back at me if you ever get scared.

I’ll stop, no matter what.” Rhys told him.

“Do you remember our safe word?” He asked and Kellen swallowed.  “No.

I don’t.” He admitted.

For some reason, his heart was racing in his chest.

The cold breeze of the air on his ass felt…strange.

Unusual.

He wasn’t normally naked like this.

The breeze on his balls also felt slightly…uncomfortable.

He shifted, uncomfortable, and nearly jumped out of skin when Rhys’ palm touched his lower back.

He trembled as the man slid his hand further up his back, underneath the jacket.  “It’s crochet.

We’re just starting, and you might not even like this, but keep it in mind.

I’ll accept no, and I’ll let you know when I stop.

But, I wouldn’t worry about that today.

For now, I just want you to enjoy yourself, okay?” Kellen nodded.

He had no doubt that was Rhys’ intentions, even if he doubted them.  “Uh, but are you sure I’ll like this?” Kellen asked nervously, licking his lips as he stared down at the carpet.  “Kellen, turn your head towards me.” Kellen did what he was told without hesitation and was rewarded with Rhys’ lips on his own.

Kellen felt himself relax even as Rhys squeezed his ass with his hand.

Rhys deepened the kiss to a level two and Kellen felt his toes curl.

He really liked kissing him.  Kellen gasped when Rhys pulled away, tugging on his bottom lip with his teeth.

His bite was a little harder, a little deeper than he usually did.

Kellen felt his head fog as the pleasure began to fill his head.  “Good.

You’re nice and relaxed.” Rhys murmured, and Kellen’s eyelids felt heavy.

With his position where he wasn’t quite lying down, but wasn’t quite sitting up, he felt a little strange.  A light, gentle slap to his ass had him jerking in Rhys’ lap.  “W-Warn me!” Kellen exclaimed, his face flushing as Rhys laughed.  “That’s part of the fun.

The anticipation.” Rhys’ voice wrapped around Kellen, filling his head as Rhys’ hand rubbed where he’d hit.

“Did that really hurt, Kellen?

Or were you not expecting it?” Kellen glared at the ground.  “It didn’t hurt.” He muttered, and Rhys pressed a kiss against his temple.  “Good boy for being honest.” Rhys’ voice held so much affection for Kellen that he felt like he was going to choke on it.

“Good boys get rewarded.

I’ll make sure the next one hurts.” It was the only warning Kellen got before Rhys slapped his other ass cheek.

Kellen sucked in, the sting filling him.

Rhys didn’t wait for him to respond, and slapped the other cheek.  Kellen gasped, shocked at his own reaction to the feeling.

He didn’t think it was possible, but he shuddered as Rhys gently rubbed the stinging skin.

The pleasure he’d felt from kissing Rhys hadn’t faded, and instead had…expanded?

He was having a hard time wrapping his head around it.  He shivered as Rhys tapped a few fingers on the first cheek he’d slapped.  “Did you want me to stop?” He asked, and Kellen didn’t know what to say.

Did he want him to stop?

He didn’t think…he hated this, but he wasn’t sure if he liked it either.

“Kellen?” Rhys asked, and Kellen glanced at him over his shoulder.

Rhys’ gaze was glowing so bright it cast the rest of his face in shadow.  If it had been anyone else, he would have been afraid.

But this was Rhys.

The man who froze when Kellen kissed him by himself.

The man who carried him like he meant the world to him.  “I-I don’t know.” His voice sounded lost to his own ears and Rhys bent, kissing Kellen again.

Kellen could feel every touch on his skin.

Every stroke of a fingertip on his slightly stinging cheeks had him shivering the more that Rhys kissed him.  Kellen was the one to pull away, his head foggy and he raised his gaze to meet Rhys’.

It was clear that Rhys wasn’t unaffected by what he was doing to Kellen.

Even in the shadow, Kellen could tell his cheeks were slightly flushed.

Kellen gulped.  “Y-You can continue.” He told him, anxious.

Rhys exhaled.  “Are you sure?” He asked, confirming, and Kellen ducked his head.

He nodded.  “I just…I’m confused.

I don’t know if I like it yet.” Kellen told him, and Rhys chuckled.  “Do you want me to continue a little longer this time?

See if you like it?” Kellen bit his lip, but it was as if Rhys knew.

He reached forward, grabbing Kellen’s chin and twisting him until Rhys could see him.

“Mmm.

Bad boy, Kellen.” He muttered before kissing Kellen hard, deep, until Kellen couldn’t breathe because Rhys wouldn’t let him do so.  When he finally let Kellen go, he was gasping for air, drool dripping from his lips as he tried to catch his breath.

“Bad boys get punished, Kellen.” Rhys whispered against his ear, not winded in the slightest.  Kellen, who knew he was playing it up, tensed in anticipation.

It wasn’t enough to prepare him.  Rhys smacked his ass over and over, switching from one side to the next.

Kellen couldn’t even catch his breath as he continued his assault, and Kellen wiggled on his lap.

Rhys’ free hand pressed into Kellen’s back, holding him down, pinning him down with a simple, firm touch.  Kellen had tears streaming down his face, but it wasn’t because he was upset.

Well, he was upset, but not at Rhys.

His emotions were all over the place as he lay across the older man’s lap.

He was upset with himself.

Kellen had doubted him, but now, he didn’t want this to stop.  Kellen wasn’t one to deny facts.

And as Rhys continued to smack his ass, the shock and stinging pain transformed into something else.

The same, tingling feeling that shot straight to his cock when the man sunk his teeth into Kellen’s skin.  Pleasure.

Kellen’s body shook with pleasure as Rhys slapped and smacked his ass.

Pausing only to squeeze the flesh he’d just slapped until it hurt.

Kellen was making noises he’d never heard from his own lips before.

Only from fake porn videos he’d watched for research.

He’d never expected him to make them.

He’d been informed by Brent that they were fake.

Acting.  Now Kellen had a feeling that he knew what they were imitating.   “S-Stop!” Kellen gasped, and Rhys’ hand stilled.  “Are you okay?

Did I go too far?” Rhys was immediately caring, moving his hand away from Kellen’s stinging ass.

Kellen lay there, gasping for air, his whole body trembling and shaking.

He’d tried to use his hands to get away, get leverage, but Rhys was obviously stronger than him.

The hand he’d placed on his back was enough to keep him in place as he ‘punished’ him.  “I-I need to catch my breath.” Kellen gasped out.  “But you’re okay?

Did you want to stop?” Rhys asked as Kellen shook.

He licked his lips, surprised by the amount of saliva coming from his mouth.

Had he been…drooling?

How long had Rhys been slapping his ass?

It hadn’t been that long, had it?

“W-Where did you learn to do this?” Kellen asked instead of answering his question.  “Uh, the internet?” Kellen bowed his head, trying to compose himself.  “You didn’t do this with others?” He asked, and Rhys said nothing.

Kellen felt his body tense, before he relaxed.

“Rhys, I’m not upset.

Well, not at you.

I just…” Kellen’s thoughts felt jumbled.

Messy.

He didn’t even know what he was saying.

“I don’t give a fuck that you slept with other people.

I really don’t.

I just…I might be upset about this.

This feels…” Kellen shook his head.

“I don’t know.

I don’t even know what I’m saying.” Kellen muttered.  “Okay.

Are you feeling overwhelmed?” Rhys asked, and Kellen nodded.

That was a good word for what he was feeling.

“Okay.

Is there anything I can do?

Do you want us to stop?” Kellen made a face.  “No.

I don’t think so.” He said quietly, and Rhys sighed.

“Look at me, Kellen.” It was an order, and when Kellen turned to look at him, Rhys’ expression was soft.

Warm.

“Are you upset because other people were across my lap like this?” He asked, and Kellen glanced down.

“Look at me, Kellen.” It was a gentle prompt, and Kellen desperately wanted to bite his lip.  Raising his gaze, Kellen met Rhys’ own and Rhys let out a shuddering breath.

“Fuck.

Jealous, right now?

Kellen Woods, do you even know what you look like to me right now?

A fucking snack.

God, your ass is so fucking red.

From my hand, no less.

It’s swollen, still swelling, and do you want to know what else?” He bent until Kellen could feel his lips against his ear.

“You’re hard, Kellen.

Because I’m slapping your ass.

So, don’t think about the other things.

Don’t even consider it.

I’m yours right now, and you’re mine.

Nothing else matters at this moment.” Kellen closed his eyes, the impact of his words shaking him.  It was true.

They belonged to each other.

They were a pair.

Nothing else mattered at this moment.

Not his jealousy, not the problems in the Guild, nothing.

It was just the two of them.  “Sorry for getting distracted.” Kellen muttered, embarrassed, and Rhys pressed a kiss against his cheek.  “All is forgiven.

This is an introduction, and it’s okay.

I think it’s adorable that you get embarrassed and jealous sometimes.

My jealousy isn’t as cute.” Rhys told him affectionately.

“We can discuss that later.

For now, shall we continue?

Did you want me to stroke you while I smack your ass next?” Kellen felt his breathing stop at Rhys’ words, and he chuckled.

“I need to hear it with words, Kellen.” He warned, and Kellen groaned.  This was going to be hard.

CREATORS’ THOUGHTS CalyB Kellen is trying his best to understand if he likes this because Rhys is doing it, or if he just likes this in general.