Chapter 317: Training in the best way (m)

Kellen didn’t need to do much to get Rhys onto his back on the bed. It was honestly a bit too easy, but Kellen liked that about him.

He did grow more hesitant when Kellen pulled out lube, and then grew downright suspicious when Kellen grabbed his calf and raised it, bringing it to Kellen’s lips where he kissed it before nibbling on it.

"What are you doing?" Rhys asked, confusion and concern on his face. Kellen smiled.

"Planning out what such a good man like you deserves as a reward." Kellen told him seriously, smiling down at the other man. As he settled himself snugly against the back of his thighs. Their thighs touched, rubbing, as did Kellen’s cock against Rhys’ balls. Rhys narrowed his gaze at Kellen as Kellen kept nibbling at his muscles on his calf.

"You’re thinking something naughty." Rhys accused and Kellen widened his eyes. He put on an innocent look for all of two seconds before it melted.

"Me? Naughty? We can’t be in the same sentence together." Kelllen joked and Rhys groaned. He tossed his head back, pressing the palms of his hands into his eyes. He grumbled, frowning and Kellen couldn’t help but smile. "You made me this way." Kellen teased and Rhys groaned louder.

"I know. I’m reflecting as we speak." He muttered. Kellen laughed because he knew it was false. There was no way that Rhys actually regretted it, he was just uncomfortable with what Kellen was asking of him. Kellen understood.

If he had a bad experience, it was perfectly logical for him to worry, but this was Kellen they were talking about. He would always put Rhys’ comfort and safety first.

"I was thinking I’d help you get used to me touching you below like you did for me, but maybe I should switch it up." Kellen murmured. Rhys uncovered his eyes, the hope there making Kellen laugh. He was in a good mood. Things had ended well and he was cleaned up and in bed with his fiancé.

He kept hold on Rhys’ leg with on arm and then slid his more damaged hand to his pecs. He watched as Rhys swallowed thickly as Kellen stroked himself there. Rhys’ eyes deepened in colour.

"Do you want to fuck my chest while you get used to my fingers?" Kellen asked. "If you’re good enough, I might even suck you off." Kellen suggested and Rhys let out a low moan.

"Fuck." Rhys said and Kellen laughed.

"So is that a yes?" He asked and Rhys slid his burning golden gaze to him. If he could, Kellen knew he would yank him forward and drown him in a kiss. Kellen’s grin grew.

"You’re a demon." Rhys told him. "Of course I’ll agree to that. You know all of my weaknesses." Kellen’s grin grew.

"Ah yes, my pecs." Kellen joked, pressing a kiss against Rhys’ calf before he shuffled back. Rhys sat up slowly, staring at Kellen intently.

"And your lips." Rhys told him. "And your thighs, your hips, your abs, your knees, ankles, your dick. And let’s not forget the star of the show, your tight ass that makes me want to beg and worship it." Rhys, as elegant as ever.

That didn’t mean Kellen’s face didn’t burn as they changed positions. Kellen made sure to grab the bottle of lube and while on his back poured a generous amount on his chest.

Rhys was practically salivating as he stared at the other man.

"Well, at least you’re honest that my body is my best attribute." Rhys jerked, panic filling his features as Kellen smirked knowingly. He was being mean, but honestly? Teasing him this much was fair, wasn’t it? He was going to let the man do whatever he wanted to him after this, so this much was okay, right?

"I wasn’t-you didn’t-give me another chance, Kellen!" Rhys’ pure panic only made Kellen laugh. He tapped his chest, his eyes warm. Even though his vision was still blurry, the shading helped him pick out where Rhys was.

"Come here, big boy. Come get what you want from my lowly Guide, only good for his body." Kellen teased. Rhys looked horrified until he realised that Kellen wasn’t upset, just teasing him.

He fought the smile as relief flooded him, trying to look stern as he approached. His cock, heavy and delicious, slid over his lower stomach and abs. God, Kellen wanted him to be inside of him, but this was important for them too.

Rhys needed practise, and Kellen knew what the benefits of repetition could reward someone with.

"I shouldn’t let you and Brent hang out together anymore." He grumbled, his cheeks warming as his cock slid along the slick path Kellen had made him. "Holy shit. This is too damn erotic." Rhys murmured. "You’re built like a Greek god. All thick in the right places. I want to devour you." Rhys whispered and Kellen grinned. With his good hand he swiped his hand along his pecs, getting the two fingers nice and lubed up.

"Come closer to this Greek god then, Rhys, and let me probe you. Forget about my fingers, squeeze and mold my pecs however you like. This is your reward, after all." Rhys made a small noise in the back of his throat, his eyes going bright as he scanned Kellen’s upper body.

"Fuck. I’m so lucky." Rhys rasped. He was already thrusting his hips, rubbing his cock and balls in the lube. Kellen watched his cock, slipping and sliding towards him and licked his lips.

Yeah, he liked the heavy weight of it on his body too, but the best part was seeing Rhys lose his damn mind over some muscles. Kellen smiled.

"Just relax. Enjoy yourself. My fingers aren’t doing a damn thing." Kellen spoke like he was trying to soothe a startled animal, moving towards the round plump ass that Rhys had.

At first, he jerked, flinching as Kellen’s finger slid down his ass. He was clearly uncomfortable, but he settled shortly after as Kellen rubbed his fingers around his entrance and gave him some time to adjust.

In the meantime, Rhys was rubbing all over him like a dog in heat. It was amusing to watch, even better to hear him. Kellen’s cock was stiff with arousal as he heard Rhys moan loudly, his hands palming Kellen’s body and pulling his pecs together to sandwich Rhys’ cock in between. The slick sound of his cock sliding between his skin was erotic, like Rhys suggested.

Kellen had to focus on Rhys’ face or else he’d get distracted if he watched the man grind against him. It wasn’t much better. Rhys in the throes of passion was a sight to see. One that always turned Kellen on more.

It was in one of those moments that Kellen pushed forward. Rhys slid his cock forward, and when he pulled back, he was penetrated by Kellen’s finger.

Rhys’ body tensed, going stiff before a low, heady moan left his lips. Kellen shivered, the sound going down his spine as Rhys’ body shifted and twitched around his finger.

"What the fuck." Rhys gasped and Kellen licked his lips.

"Keep going, Rhys. Forget about it." Kellen encouraged. Rhys hesitated, but then kept going. Kept rocking, kept sliding back on that finger. His face flushed more, his body opening for him more readily, and then, when Kellen thought he was ready, he added the second finger.

Kellen hadn’t planned to go more than two. There was no need. This was a slow race for Kellen, a gentle one. They were in no rush to switch their positions. Kellen just wanted Rhys to be able to experience the nice things he experienced too.

If he got to experience Rhys wiggling his hips and helplessly squeezing his pecs as he fucked himself on his fingers and between Kellen’s pecs? Well, that was a nice benefit for him.

Rhys’ movements got more jerky, faster as his climax approached. Kellen watched it all, taking in every jerk and twitch of his body.

Kellen only moved to offer his mouth when Kellen knew Rhys was on the precipice of cumming.

When Kellen’s mouth covered Rhys’ cock, the sound that left Rhys’ lips and the way he tightened on Kellen’s fingers almost made Kellen smile. Rhys choked, a soft sob nearly escaping his lips. His grip was bruising on Kellen’s skin. Kellen didn’t mind.

He let the man grope him, thrust wildly, and squeeze his finger so tightly he worried they would break. He didn’t mind. All the while he sucked and teased the tip of the cock that could reach his lips between his pecs. Rhys bucked wildly and Kellen stealthily sunk his fingers deeper in his ass.

When Rhys did cum, he sprayed into Kellen’s mouth. His shout was loud, his hips twitching, and Kellen couldn’t be happier.

Kellen took his fingers out slowly, getting a soft groan from the man but he didn’t pull his mouth away. Instead, he slid his fingers to Rhys’ hips and held him there as he licked his cock.

Rhys was whimpering by the time that Kellen was done with him, and hard enough to go again.

Kellen leaned back on the bed, grinning up at the other man as he stuck his tongue out, showing off the lack of cum in his mouth. Rhys’ flushed cheeks puffed and the man reached up an unsteady hand to push his hair out of his face.

"A damn demon." He muttered and Kellen chuckled. "Good thing I have a thing for the occult." Rhys muttered. "Come here, you haven’t cum. Let me take care of that." Rhys murmured, surprising Kellen as he froze time so Kellen couldn’t protest, and suddenly the man was between his legs, moving his thighs to the side.

"Rhys!" Kellen shouted. "You aren’t supposed to do that." Kellen scolded and Rhys grinned slyly.

"Am I not allowed to use my powers for fun? I thought because you would always be there to help me I could learn to play with them?" Rhys asked, batting those big, monstrous golden eyes at him. There was no way Kellen could refuse him like this.

"You’re in trouble later. I’ll allow it today because you did such a good job." Kellen warned and Rhys pressed a kiss against Kellen’s calf, a mimic of what Kellen had done earlier before he lowered himself eagerly. The man loved sucking Kellen off, and Kellen completely understood why. Getting to watch Rhys completely unwind was a gift into itself.

Kellen’s face warmed as he prepared himself for the night ahead. He could tell his pecs were going to bruise nicely already.