(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 385

Chapter 385: A switch of dynamics (suggestive)
Kellen felt a whole body shiver take him and he let out a shaky exhale. He squeezed Rhys’ cock in his hand and watched as Rhys flinched, the colour on his face getting deeper. He let out a shaky, breathy sound that had Kellen’s cock hardening in his pants.

“Yes.” Kellen answered, licking his lips before he leaned in, pressing a wet kiss against his throat. “You were a good boy.” He said against Rhys’ throat and Rhys’ hands on his ass squeezed hard.

“You are abusing your power.” Rhys said and Kellen pulled back, his eyes widening but Rhys was smiling at him. Warm, happy, horny. “I like it. Keep doing it. You realised how much I like that.” Rhys said and Kellen felt his face turn red. He…had realised how the phrase ‘good boy’ affected Rhys.

He got all flushed, a little nervous, and hard as a rock. Kellen liked seeing him like that, but it wasn’t as if Kellen himself wasn’t affected by the words. When they came from his own mouth instead of Rhys’, it was just different. He felt a little more…powerful given who Rhys was, and how he was so willing to do what Kellen wanted.

Kellen felt his eyes widen slightly. Was this why people said he had Rhys on a leash? Was this a normal feeling to have as a Guide of an S Class? Or was he a weirdo? Oh no, he was going to have to look into this at some point.

“Sugar?” Rhys’ call snapped Kellen out of the slight panic he’d worked himself in. He hadn’t realised that Rhys had been watching him, a smile on his lips, his golden eyes lidded as he looked down at Kellen. “Are you going to leave me in these wet pants now? Is this some kind of punishment play when I want you to touch me skin to skin?” Rhys licked his lips. “I’m not against it, but you better hurry and tell me that, or else I’m going to lose patience and take over control. You initiated this, and my brain is seeing this as a green light to do some fun play.” Kellen felt his face warm again at the promise that was in Rhys’ gaze.

If Kellen didn’t assert that he wanted to do something to Rhys tonight, Rhys was going to make sure he did something to Kellen tonight. Both thoughts had Kellen’s body shivering with anticipation.

“Alright. If I’m in control, what are some things that you are against?” Kellen asked, giving Rhys’ cock another squeeze. The sound that left Rhys’ lips had every hair on Kellen’s body stand up, and his heart raced. Rhys seemed surprised as well, before he let out a shaky laugh.

“Mm, would it be rude to tell you that nothing is really off the table? You could bring knife play into this for me and I wouldn’t mind, as long as you didn’t actively stab me.” Rhys said, chuckling, and Kellen was a little worried that he hadn’t said no to anything.

“Oh yeah? What about those sounding rods that Brent made me buy?” Kellen asked and Rhys paused, before he shrugged.

“I’ll try anything once.” He said and Kellen felt his eyes widen. Rhys Thatcher! Kellen was also the kind of man who would try pretty much anything once. Emphasis on the pretty much part of that statement! Rhys should not be the kind of man who would let anything pass once.

Kellen knew he was a newbie to all of this, so that only made Kellen worried how much Rhys had tried and hadn’t disliked. A sharp, painful thought crossed his mind and Kellen couldn’t stop himself from saying it.

“Have I not been satisfying you?” Kellen whispered and watched as Rhys’ playful expression dropped.

“Oh. Oh gods no!” Rhys yanked Kellen closer until their chests hit each other, Kellen’s hand trapped between their bodies. “That’s not-I am so sorry you thought that!” Kellen did feel bad for kind of ruining the mood, but he needed to know. Not just the way that Rhys was placating him. He exhaled, meeting Rhys’ gaze.

“Tell me the truth. I’m not mad, I just feel bad if that’s the case.” Kellen told him seriously, and Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise.

“No, sugar. I promise. I’m completely satisfied with what we do. Would I like to do it more? Of course, but you have your limits, and I’m not enough of a monster yet to force myself on you like that.” Kellen didn’t like the fact that he basically implied that there would come a point where he would, but then again, it wasn’t as if the man was innocent.

Kellen hadn’t exactly known what half of the things that they had done were, at the beginning of their relationship. One could argue that it hadn’t been consensual, but Kellen wasn’t the kind of person who would have let anyone get away with that kind of shit if he truly hated it. He just hadn’t been aware of all of the complicated feelings he had for Rhys that were attached to that.

“Don’t you dare say that you are going to turn into a monster and force me.” Kellen warned darkly, and Rhys swallowed.

“Y-Yes sir.” He muttered quietly, and Kellen wasn’t sure if he believed he had said that sincerely, or if he was still wrapped up in the play that they had done. What was that play? Kellen wasn’t exactly sure, but it was clear that Rhys liked it. He was growing hard against his hand already.

“Rhys.” Kellen started and Rhys looked at him, his gaze golden.

“Yes, sugar?” Rhys replied, a soft smile touching his lips.

“Be honest. We’ve been mostly doing things to me this whole time. Did you want things done to you?” Kellen asked seriously and Rhys froze. His expression stilled, and colour touched his cheeks. Kellen, taking the time to look at him, read every little sign he could see, took a moment to process it.

Rhys had always liked when Kellen had gotten bossy, commanding. He had always liked it when he saw him in uniform. He had always liked when Kellen got a little aggressive with him. These were also things that Kellen liked when Rhys behaved the same way.

Sighing, Kellen closed his eyes for a moment before he opened them again. Nodding to himself, Rhys watched him with wide eyes as Kellen reached back with his free hand and removed one of Rhys’ hands on his ass. He slowly took the hand around and flipped it until his wrist was exposed. Kellen raised the wrist to his lips, placing a kiss there before, while making eye contact, he sunk his teeth into his wrist, biting down.

He watched as Rhys jerked, his eyes going bright and a soft moan leaving his lips. Kellen kissed the hurt with his lips, running his tongue along his teeth marks.

“Alright.” Kellen said softly. Responding to Rhys’ wordless response out loud. “Remember that the safe word is crochet.” Kellen said, a small smirk on his lips and Rhys’ own eyes widened.

“S-Sugar?” Rhys asked and Kellen’s smile grew sinful as he dropped Rhys’ hand, slipping his hand free from between their bodies and instead, grabbed both of Rhys’ thighs and lifted. Rhys let out a gasp, both hands flying to Kellen’s shoulders as Kellen picked up the other man. Kellen’s grip shifted, tightening as he turned, swinging the both of them towards the stairs as Kellen carried him as if he weighed nothing.

Kellen didn’t do all that lifting for nothing, and he watched as Rhys stared at him, shocked and so turned on his eyes were like a beacon. Kellen chuckled.

“It’s not sugar.” Kellen told him, and Rhys slid his gaze towards his face as Kellen smiled, feeling himself slot into a role he’d never had before, but he didn’t feel like he hated it. “It’s Field Guide Woods, to you, Esper Thatcher.” Kellen watched as the wheels turned in Rhys’ head. His mouth fell open, as if he hadn’t anticipated this in the slightest.

It only took him a moment to recover, a very admirable trait that the man had always possessed.

Kellen watched as with each step, Rhys seemed to come more to terms with what was going on, and after a moment, he closed his eyes, exhaling slowly, his body trembling and the grip on Kellen’s shoulders tightening for a moment before it went back to normal.

When Rhys opened his gaze again, his cheeks were still flushed, his lips were slightly wet, and he looked ready. Excited, even.

“Yes, Field Guide Woods.” Rhys replied softly and Kellen felt something squeeze in his chest. His cock ached, and he let out a sigh of his own.

“Good.” He replied, a little sharply, but he gave Rhys a smile that had Rhys gripping on his shoulders. “Are you going to be a good Esper and do everything I tell you?” Kellen asked as they got to the landing. Rhys swallowed, nodding and Kellen smirked. He gripped Rhys’ thighs tightly, so that Rhys could feel every little movement as Kellen moved his hands, while still holding him, towards his ass where he gripped and squeezed.

Rhys had a nice, thick ass. Kellen had always known this, but squeezing it while he held him? He understood why Rhys did it to him all the time.

Kellen turned towards the bedroom.

“Open the door.” Kellen ordered and Rhys swallowed, nodded and turned. His gaze hit the door and it opened, then the lights turned on. He was trying hard to appease him, since Kellen hadn’t really laid down any rules. All he’d done was declare who they were, not what he wanted. Kellen’s lips twitched and he leaned in, not quite pressing his lips against Rhys’ throat. “Eagar, are you?” He teased and Rhys swallowed.

“Y-Yes sir.” Rhys whispered and Kellen laughed, before pressing a soft kiss against his throat. Then, he marched into the room and tossed Rhys onto the bed. The man scrambled to get his bearings as Kellen closed the door behind them, turning and facing him in his favourite stance for training. Arms crossed, legs slightly apart.

“Good. Strip, Esper Thatcher.”