Chapter 318: He’ll push and he’ll push (m)

Kellen found himself on his stomach, his legs shaking as Rhys squeezed his ass, his fingers full of his ass.

"Fuck. Look at you. What a pretty colour." Rhys breathed. "God, I love looking at your ass. Your hole is fucking begging me to enter it. I love it." Kellen huffed, catching his breath from the orgasm that Rhys had given him.

"Stop looking at it, Rhys, and just touch it." Kellen begged, and Rhys squeezed the flesh under his hand.

"Why? It’s so pretty and hungry. I just want to watch it a bit more. Plus, you need to recover a little bit more. You just came and we both know you need a little bit to keep up with me." Kellen could hear the smile in his voice. He just huffed, his chest heaving, his ass in the air and groaned.

Yeah, he was in for it tonight.

Rhys kept squeezing and watching him, even reaching out to tease him with a finger until Kellen felt the man shift closer. When the weight of his cock touched his ass, Kellen shuddered. Excitement filled him, almost as much as he hoped that cock would.

"Rhys, please. I need you." Kellen was long past being coy when it came to him being connected to Rhys. Once had been enough to tell Kellen that it was worth everything and more.

"Fuck. Look at you. Twitching so eagerly for me. Fuck. I love rubbing against you. I know you’re going to be so fucking tight once I slide inside that greedy little hole. Made just for me. This is my hole." Rhys ground against Kellen’s ass, squeezing his butt between his fingers so tightly that Kellen knew it was going to bruise.

Kellen moaned, loving the feeling of the man rubbing against him. The teasing that he was going to enter him. His penis rubbing against his ass had Kellen clenching onto the sheets under his hands tightly.

"Is it?" Rhys bent, his weight heavy against Kellen’s ass, his hand finally releasing Kellen’s ass to slide down Kellen’s back. Kellen shuddered, his body clenching at the teasing touch. Rhys’ lips pressed against Kellen’s back, leading the way for his warm, rough hand. "Does your hole belong to me?" Rhys asked as Kellen struggled to breathe. He could barely think, Rhys’ weight on top of him fogging Kellen’s mind.

"Of course." Kellen managed to get out, huffing as Rhys’ lips continued to brush against his back and along his shoulders. When Rhys gently nibbled on his skin, Kellen whimpered. "We belong to each other." Rhys slid his lips along his skin, kissing his way to the back of Kellen’s neck, the nape. There, he slowly bit down.

He tightened his jaw, harder and harder until Kellen whimpered again. Rhys held him there for a long, tense moment before he let him go and Kellen wanted to collapse against the sheets. Fuck. He normally only did that when he was orgasming, not when he wasn’t close.

It wasn’t fair. Kellen’s body felt taut, ready to fly over the edge at a simple touch.

"That’s right." Rhys said. He pressed sweet kisses against the throbbing skin, his hands gripping and pulling at Kellen’s skin. Kellen let out a helpless noise as Rhys’ hand slid under him and cupped Kellen’s chest. He squeezed and shaped the skin there before plucking at Kellen’s nipple. Twisting and tugging it as Rhys licked and nibbled at the sensitive skin he’d sunk his teeth into only minutes before.

"Rhys." Kellen pleaded, the man still not inside of him. It was a crime. This was a damn crime. Kellen had let him slide his cock along his chest and now he was denying Kellen his reward for doing a good job today.

"Shh. Soon." Rhys murmured, his lips warm, his tongue warmer as he enjoyed the broad expanse of Kellen’s back. Kellen, bold in his need, shifted to rub his ass against Rhys’ crotch. Rhys groaned, his cock sliding between Kellen’s cheeks as the man under him rubbed, pleading. "Fine." Rhys grumbled, pulling away from Kellen’s upper body and Kellen missed the heat immediately.

Kellen turned his head to his good eye so that he could watch the man. Rhys was pushing his hair out of his face, his chest broad, glistening, and his cock hard. He waved a hand, the lube coming towards him in a predetermined path and he yanked it out of the air, squirting it all over Kellen’s ass.

Kellen let out a hiss at the cold and Rhys petted him.

"Shh. It’ll warm up quickly. You’re getting what you want, you needy man. So focused on rushing me when I was just taking my time to love you." Rhys sounded like he was complaining but there was too much gentleness to his hands and his face.

"You can do that while inside of me." Kellen argued, breathless as he stared at his man. His. Rhys grabbed his cock, rubbing it against Kellen’s ass almost absentmindedly.

"No, I can’t." Rhys told him seriously. Kellen wanted to protest but Rhys continued, sealing Kellen’s lips. "As soon as I enter you I’m going to want to enjoy you and you don’t like it when I’m nice and gentle with you. Not in this position. My man likes it when I’m rougher with him from behind, and then sweet as sugar when he’s on his back." Kellen felt his face flush.

"H-How did you find that out?" Kellen asked and Rhys’ responding smile was naughty.

"Practise. Lots of it." Kellen flushed.

"You’re a beast." Kellen said, stating a fact. Rhys laughed. His hand slid to Kellen’s ass again, groping the mound under his hand.

"You like it, admit it." Rhys gave him a boyish smile, catching Kellen’s eye, and Kellen flushed.

"Of course I do." Kellen told him. "I wouldn’t be here, lying like this, if I didn’t." Kellen spoke as if he was stating the obvious and Rhys melted.

"That’s true." He agreed. Then, he sighed, licked his lips and focused on Kellen. Kellen’s eyes fluttered closed as he slid inside of him, the familiar, thick length filling him. Kellen didn’t think he would ever fully get used to him. Every time he entered him it felt like the first and Kellen held onto him tightly.

Rhys groaned, his hand squeezing Kellen’s hips as he slid home completely. Kellen felt Rhys’ balls hit his own and Kellen shifted until there was even less distance between them.

"Kellen, jeez. Have you been training to squeeze me tighter?" Rhys asked and Kellen chuckled.

"You’d like that, wouldn’t you?" He joked, opening his eyes to meet the fevered gaze of the man above him. Rhys bit his lip, looking about as dangerous as he felt, and Kellen’s body shuddered. When Rhys’ grip tightened on his hips until it was bruising, Kellen knew that he’d poked him a little too much.

Kellen knew from the first thrust that he was going to have to hold on for dear life.

He slid his hands up to the headboard under the pillows, his body being forced further up the bed as Rhys thrust his cock inside of him hard and fast. Kellen’s moans escaped his lips even as he frantically fought for purchase against the onslaught, but Rhys didn’t care.

He was right to warn Kellen that he was going to be rough, and he was right that Kellen moved it. Rhys was manhandling him just like he liked, his body open to him as he took and took from him, not giving Kellen a moment to recover.

The bedframe slammed against the wall and Kellen was just grateful that the others who were around them were not his parents.

"Where is your mind wandering, pretty man?" Rhys rasped and Kellen sucked in. Pretty man? Rhys had never called him that before.

"J-Just glad, oh god, that my parents can’t hear." Kellen tried to speak normally, but he worried that he would bite his tongue off. Rhys’ cock also felt so good, and his balls made that rhythmic slapping noise that had Kellen’s toes curling against the sheets in pleasure.

"Do you want to try and see if they can hear?" He asked and Kellen shuddered.

"No, Rhys." Kellen moaned and Rhys’ chuckled. He didn’t stop the whole time they were talking, his mission set. He was going to fuck Kellen through the headboard if he had his way.

"Look at you take my cock. Fuck. You were made for this, Kellen. All pretty and muscly and your ass so fat I could bounce a coin off of it. God, what did I do to deserve this fat, juicy ass waiting for me every night?" Rhys’ words washed over Kellen and Kellen didn’t know what to say.

He shouldn’t get choked up over what Rhys was saying, but Kellen couldn’t help it. Of course Rhys deserved someone with a fat ass. Of course he did.

There would be no one else but Kellen who would have that fat ass, but Rhys was worthy of it.

"You feel so good, Rhys." Kellen rasped against the sheets, his face buried there. He’d grabbed onto a pillow at one point but it slipped out of his hands. "Fuck. Harder babe. I want to be bruised." Kellen pleaded and Rhys growled in turn.

"Don’t push me, Kellen. Your body is barely healed as it is." Rhys warned. Kellen was intentionally doing that.

"What are a few more bruises? Ah, Rhys, t-they’re good ones!" Kellen gasped, Rhys relentless in his pummeling even as he scolded Kellen. Rhys didn’t respond with his words, but he responded in the only way that mattered.

The loud sound of a slap against Kellen’s ass, the sting so bright that Kellen gasped as Rhys went harder, faster, and Kellen truly could only feel him.

Kellen’s orgasm didn’t come like a wave, it came like a tsunami. Little warning and all consuming. Kellen gasped, moaned, shaking on his knees as Rhys continued to fuck him until he came as well. He bent over Kellen, calling his name as he came, his lips pressing kisses against every inch of skin he could reach. Even in his roughness he was sweet, his cock pulsing inside of him.

Kellen caught his breath, his body shivering and Rhys sighed.

"I’m not done with you yet." He whispered and Kellen shivered.

"I know." Kellen told him and Rhys slid his arms around him.

"I love you." Rhys whispered.

"I love you too." Kellen answered. Easy. Breathless. Like there was never any doubt.