(BL) Hunting The Field Guide - Chapter 387

Chapter 387: Are you going to do what I told you to do? (m)
Rhys scrambled on his hands and knees, his head tilted back as he looked up at Kellen, his satiated yellow gaze warming to a golden hue in a heartbeat. Kellen smirked, gripping his cock, playing with the tip as Rhys watched on, his breath coming in pants.

He was trying to be quiet about it, but he was so obviously staring at Kellen’s cock like a man starved that Kellen smirked.

“Someone made this cock hard, so someone has to take responsibility. You said you wanted this cock so far in your throat that you couldn’t breathe?” Kellen asked and Rhys swallowed, his eyes going big.

“Oh yes sir. I would very much like that sir.” Kellen chuckled.

“Like that? This is a punishment, Esper Thatcher. No throat fucking for you. You’re only working on the tip.” Rhys actually seemed a little upset with that. As he shifted closer, Kellen reached out and grabbed his chin. He paused as Kellen stroked his hand down, along his throat and Rhys watched him, silent as he waited for Kellen to speak, or move. Kellen bent slightly, sliding his hand around Rhys’ throat until he had a firm grip.

Kellen watched as Rhys’ eyes lidded, colour touching his cheeks as Kellen squeezed slightly.

“Look at that expression? Such a lewd man you are, Esper Thatcher.” Rhys’ throat worked under Kellen’s hand and Kellen tightened it more. Rhys’ eyes flickered closed, before he opened his eyes, staring up at Kellen on his hands and knees, showing Kellen with affection from his gaze alone.

“I-I am, sir.” Rhys whispered. “A very lewd man.” Kellen was pretty sure he was going down a path he could never return from, but seeing Rhys of all people on his knees for him gave him a deep sense of pleasure.

“Are you a slutty man, Esper Thatcher?” Kellen asked quietly and Rhys nodded, leaning into Kellen’s hold on his neck.

“Yes sir. A slutty, slutty man.” Kellen felt his head going a little fuzzy, the power getting to him.

“Are you going to suck my cock like a good, slutty boy, Esper Thatcher?” Kellen asked and Rhys moaned, taking in a deep breath as Kellen loosened his grip only to tighten it again.

“Y-Yes sir. I’m going to suck on your cock like a good, slutty boy.” Rhys licked his lips, not breaking eye contact with Kellen the whole time. Kellen let out a soft exhale, releasing Rhys’ throat suddenly.

Rhys coughed at the sudden influx of air, breaking eye contact so he didn’t cough into Kellen’s face. Kellen, who had wanted to facefuck him in his pants, through the slit, changed his mind. The sound of his belt being undone filled the air and Rhys snapped his head back as Kellen stepped out of his own pants, tossing them to the side. He had taken off his underwear at the same time, so Rhys was face to crotch with everything.

The other man didn’t seem to mind in the slightest. In fact, he seemed eager. Shifting forward, Rhys nearly falling off of the bed in his own eagerness, Kellen chuckled. He reached out, sliding his hand into Rhys’ hair, gentle at first, before he tightened painfully. Rhys moaned.

“Careful. We don’t want you tumbling off the bed unless I say so.” Kellen said softly and Rhys glanced up at him. Rhys leaned in, pressing a kiss against his groin, Kellen’s cock twitching at the simple touch. Kellen tightened his hand in Rhys’ hair, yanking his head back but Rhys just grinned.

“Sorry sir. Your cock is just so pretty and sexy that I couldn’t help myself.” Rhys said, unrepentant and Kellen sighed. He didn’t know what this dynamic was, but whatever it was called, it suited Rhys that was sure.

“Couldn’t help yourself, huh? You’re only allowed to lick the slit.” Rhys pouted, but didn’t seem apologetic in the slightest. Rhys opened his mouth, running his tongue along Kellen’s slit and Kellen forgot, briefly, how susceptible he was to Rhys’ mouth and tongue. How he had forgotten that?

Easy. He’d never had to give orders while Rhys was anywhere near his cock before. He had, for lack of a better word, grown cocky. Kellen shuddered as Rhys did as he was told, only licking the slit in his cock. Kellen was sure he could taste how much Kellen was leaking from the attention already. Shit.

How did one remain in control when pleasure was coursing through their veins? Kellen wasn’t sure how to navigate it, since he had been behaving as if he was ignoring it. Now that he had Rhys on his cock, things were a bit different.

“Am I doing a good job?” Rhys asked, his tongue pressed against Kellen and Kellen shuddered. His fingers were entangled in Rhys’ hair, and his grip tightened.

“Yes. You are doing a good job. You can suck the tip now, and lick the whole cock, but no going deeper.” Kellen said, sure his voice shook. Rhys’ gaze glinted as if he could sense the weakness in Kellen. As he was given a go ahead, Rhys went for it and Kellen nearly came as Rhys wrapped his lips around the tip of his cock, his tongue flicking his slit as he sucked. It was so wet and warm and felt so damn good Kellen almost came.

It was through gritted teeth that he didn’t, and he let out a soft sigh. He wanted to enjoy this, he wanted to drag this out. He wasn’t exactly like Rhys, but he did bounce back quite quickly.

Kellen turned his gaze down, watching as Rhys sucked the tip of his cock, before releasing it to lick his cock like it was his favourite candy. Rhys’ gaze was switching between Kellen’s cock and Kellen’s gaze. Kellen was sure he didn’t look much better then Rhys. Both flushed, both horny, both wanting this.

Kellen’s hand gentled in Rhys’ hair, running his fingers gently through the locks. He turned, running his hand down his face, moving to cup his ear, his face. Rhys leaned into the touch, his eyes closing for a moment and Kellen sighed. This was…this was nice.

“Field Guide Woods?” Rhys asked.

“Yes, Esper Thatcher?” Kellen replied.

“Can I finger you while I suck your cock?” Rhys was certainly asking for a lot, wasn’t he? Kellen didn’t mind. He wanted to do this kind of play with him, but he didn’t want to erase who Rhys was at his core.

“You want to do that to me? What makes you think I will let you, Esper Thatcher?” Kellen asked and Rhys swallowed, looking up around Kellen’s cock. It was an intoxicating image.

“I want to give you a crazy orgasm sir.” Rhys whispered and Kellen smirked. His hand was still gentle against Rhys’ face.

“You think you have the ability to do that?” Kellen asked and Rhys swallowed.

“I-If you let me swallow your cock, choke me with it, yes. I think I can.” To hear him say it without much confidence almost made Kellen smile. He shouldn’t find him cute, not while in this situation, but he was being adorable.

Kellen let out a sigh.

“Give me your hand, the one you didn’t touch your cock with.” Rhys complied immediately and Kellen raised his hand to Kellen’s mouth. Rhys watched, his breath coming in pants as Kellen sank two of his fingers into Kellen’s mouth. Kellen’s tongue wrapped around them, swirled them in his mouth. He closed his lips around them, sucking them into his mouth as he continued to wrap his tongue around them. Rhys shuddered as Kellen teased him. His fingers twitched in his mouth, and Kellen knew he wanted to tease him back, but he couldn’t. Not without getting punished.

And he was so close to getting what he wanted, wasn’t he?

Feeling devious, Kellen pulled his fingers mostly out of his mouth, before he bit down gently on his fingers. Rhys shuddered, his golden gaze glowing. Kellen could only imagine what the other man wanted to do to him.

Releasing his fingers, Kellen smirked.

“Now, there you are. Why don’t you start fingering my ass first before I thrust my cock into your mouth?” Kellen teased and Rhys’ golden gaze narrowed.

“Yes sir.” There was an edge to his voice that had Kellen chuckling. He was pushing the man. Kellen liked the look in his eyes. Desperate.

He was truly getting desperate.

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Rhys was two fingers deep in Kellen’s ass, his fingers moving and working as Kellen did his best to remain on his own two feet. Rhys had given up all pretense of not being a beast, but it was clear that Kellen still held onto the leash.

Kellen, able to sense that Rhys was about to start rambling, probably about how good Kellen felt inside, grabbed Rhys by the hair and shoved his face near his cock.

“Suck it.” He ordered, his voice slightly shaky from the pleasure filling his body. Rhys’ gaze met his own, before the man swallowed his cock. Rhys raised his other hand, using it to support himself and spread Kellen’s cheeks wider. His grip was firm as he began to lick and suck Kellen’s cock in earnest, while Kellen sunk the fingers of both of his hands into Rhys’ hair.

God, he loved messing it up. He loved making the man who tried his best to look perfect at all times look messy and disheveled. The fact that he was on his knees on the bed, sucking his cock as he fingered Kellen’s ass was just…

Kellen groaned, jerking his hips against Rhys’ lips and mouth. Rhys let out a surprised sound, before his gaze slid to Kellen and it was like any thread he had snapped. Kellen clenched his teeth as he forced Rhys down onto his cock, making the man take it fully. Rhys choked, the muscles of his throat working around Kellen’s cock and Kellen let out a deeper, more guttural sound.

He slammed the other man over and over onto his cock, pulling back enough that he was able to catch his breath before he repeated the process.

Rhys didn’t stop fingering his ass the whole time. Kellen was losing his mind to pleasure. There was only one time that Kellen had to pull out completely. Rhys had to cough, and he tapped Kellen’s ass. Kellen understood that as an unspoken rule, and watched as the man coughed, wheezing. Kellen’s groin was wet with his saliva, Rhys had saliva all over his mouth and chin as well.

Kellen felt his body vibrate, his ass clenching on the fingers still in his ass. Rhys’ coughing turned into laughter as he raised his gaze. Kellen, moved by something he couldn’t quite place, shoved his fingers into Rhys’ mouth, pulling at his cheek. Rhys, amused, stuck his tongue out showing it off.

Kellen watched him, turned on, and released Rhys’ cheek.

“You wanna shoot your load in my throat?” Rhys offered and Kellen smirked. He gripped Rhys’ hair, pulling him closer to his cock now that he wasn’t coughing anymore.

“Who said I was giving you a choice?” Kellen said back, softly, sweetly, and watched as Rhys’ expression shifted and he let out a soft, breathy pant.

“I think I’m falling in love all over again.” Rhys whispered and Kellen let out a laugh.

“That’s sir to you.” Kellen replied and Rhys nodded, taking Kellen’s cock all the way to the hilt like a good boy and Kellen groaned. He’d been close before, the delay taking him down from the edge, but soon, he was there again.

His teeth clenched, his ass clamping down on the fingers in his ass as he gave one, two, three thrusts into Rhys’ mouth before he groaned.

“Take my cum like a good boy.” Kellen whispered, Rhys’ fingers desperately poking against his prostate, milking his orgasm as Kellen shuddered, slumping in half, nearly collapsing as his legs shook, his cock twitching as he coated Rhys’ mouth and throat with his cum.

He pulled out of Rhys’ mouth shortly after that, not wanting the man to actually choke on his cock and Rhys proudly showed off the cum he caught, before making a great show of swallowing it. Kellen shivered.

He bent, pressing a kiss against his slimy, slippery mouth.

“Good boy.” He said quietly, and watched as Rhys flushed and he smiled. He doubted Rhys was ever going to hear that phrase in anyone else’s voice ever again.