Chapter 162: Hungry boys deserve to eat (m)

Kellen’s breath came fast and heavy, the pants shaking his whole chest as he tried to catch his breath.

Rhys’ fingers were shoved into Kellen’s mouth, his grip on Kellen’s stomach while they were on his side firm, and slippery at the same time. Both of them were sweating so much, their exertion filling the room, their bodies intertwined. Kellen’s body ached in a good way as Rhys groaned behind him. Kellen’s ass was full of him, the man thrusting in and out of Kellen, Rhys’ teeth sunk into the nape of Kellen’s neck as he fucked him on his side.

Kellen could barely think, the mixture of pleasure and pain, and the sound of Rhys’ skin slamming against Kellen’s ass so intoxicating that Kellen could only pant, letting the man have his way with him.

Rhys’ teeth sunk in a little deeper, Kellen’s cock hardening, his face twisting in pleasure as he clung onto the hand holding him in place. Kellen felt himself tighten around the other man, Rhys’ own groan of pleasure radiating from his mouth and filling Kellen’s body with even more pleasure. It was a gift to Kellen. A gift that kept on giving as Kellen’s own orgasm hit him, his cum coating the sheets as Rhys followed shortly after, his teeth tightening against Kellen’s skin as he gave three quick thrusts, and then implanted himself inside of Kellen.

Kellen twitched, his body held against the other man’s as they both panted, their pleasure making both of them practically delirious.

Kellen had no idea how long they had been going like this. Kellen just knew that they hadn’t taken a break yet, and Kellen could feel that he was going to need one soon.

After their intimate moment together, where they had been overwhelmed by the emotions that they had both been repressing so that they could function, they had started to go at it like two monsters in breeding season.

Kellen was just grateful that they had this time to do so, and the energy. And the permission.

Kellen gave a dazed look towards the end of the bed, where Rhys kept tossing the used condoms. Kellen was beginning to worry that Taylor might get mad at them, but at the same time, he didn’t really want to stop.

Rhys’ hand stroked up, twisting one of Kellen’s nipples in between his fingers hard enough that Kellen let out a hiss of pain, his teeth clenching down on the fingers in his mouth. He was drooling all over them, his body shivering from the use, but Kellen wasn’t satisfied.

His stomach rumbled and Rhys released the hold he had on Kellen’s nape to laugh. The way he moved inside of Kellen when he laughed had Kellen clenching around him tightly.

“Stop it.” Kellen muttered, spitting out Rhys’ fingers as he glared at the man behind him without any bite. Rhys obviously couldn’t see it, his face pressed against Kellen’s neck and shoulders.

“I think we have earned our first break, hmm? Someone needs to be fed something other than my cock, and I am happy to oblige.” Rhys muttered, then peppered Kellen’s shoulders with kisses. “Mmm. You feel so damn good in my arms, on my cock.” Rhys whispered, hugging Kellen closer. “I never want to take my cock out from inside of you. I want to be here forever.” Rhys told him.

Kellen squeezed around him tightly, slightly unintentional and Rhys let out a breathy moan.

“You’re so fucking tight after how hard I’ve fucked you. You’re perfect.” Rhys whispered, squeezing him. “However, I need a new condom. Give me a sec.” Rhys told him, pressing a soft, tender kiss against his throat, sitting up and brushing Kellen’s hair to the side to kiss his forehead too. Kellen gave him a dazed look, both men groaning as Rhys extracted himself from Kellen’s ass, pulling off the spent condom, tying it up and tossing it towards the others. He grabbed another, tore it open and slid it onto his cock before grabbing a few more in his fist.

He climbed off the bed, his eyes warm vats of gold as he helped Kellen sit up, crouching down on one knee as he shuffled Kellen towards the edge of the bed.

Kellen wasn’t cluing into what Rhys had in mind, and that only made Rhys’ eyes sparkle, his smile infectious as he tugged him closer and closer to the edge.

“What are you doing?” Kellen asked him, staring at Rhys’ bare chest. At the mark Kellen had made on his skin. Without hearing Rhys’ response, Kellen bent and sucked one of Rhys’ nipples into his mouth. Rhys let him, leaning his head back and moaning as Kellen got his teeth involved, tugging and licking the small nub in his mouth until he pulled back to admire his work. He’s gotten it all puffed up and pretty, so he couldn’t leave the other one alone.

When Kellen was done, Rhys’ chest was so pretty and pink in Kellen’s mind that he just wanted to rub his face and cock all over it, but Rhys had other plans.

“Love, I have to feed you. You’re stomach rumbled, remember?” Rhys said carefully and Kellen glanced up at Rhys, a small plea in his eyes. Rhys shook his head, his desire to take care of all aspects of Kellen outweighing humouring him in this moment. “No, sugar, you can’t plead your way out of this. I promise I’ll take good care of you. We aren’t going to separate. Trust me?” Rhys asked carefully and Kellen had to take a minute to consider everything.

He wanted to continue what they were doing. Rhys could tell that was the case from the small little smile on his face. So, he knew that, but he was still denying Kellen his time to touch and mold Rhys with his hand and tongue and teeth. However, he was saying that he wasn’t going to separate them.

“What do you have in mind?” Kellen asked, and watched as that damn handsome face grew even handsomer. Kellen swallowed. He might be in over his head.

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“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job, Kellen. God, you feel so fucking good. Squeeze me harder. I like it.” Rhys’ whispers in Kellen’s ear had Kellen gripping onto him tighter all around. Rhys’ chuckle was damn aphrodisiac in Kellen’s veins, even as his cock thrust into him with every step.

Rhys’ suggestion was sliding Kellen onto his cock and walking down the stairs, eating while still inside of Kellen so that Kellen could truly get his fill. Kellen thought that it was a smart plan, until he realised what walking down the stairs with Rhys inside of him really meant.

Each step was a thrust inside of him, a shivering, all consuming step that could not be avoided. Kellen had already forced Rhys to stop twice, his body shaking and trembling as pleasure consumed him. Kellen was worried he was going to embarrass himself, make a damn mess of himself where they couldn’t clean themselves up as easily.

There wasn’t a bathroom on the lower level of this apartment.

“I think I’m going to cum.” Kellen whispered, his heart racing in his chest, his body screaming as Rhys continued to rub against his prostate at this angle. Rhys took another step down the stairs, his cock rocking against the spot, rubbing it like it was his personal mission. It probably was, knowing Rhys, and Kellen whimpered.

“Cum, love. Cover me in your scent. I love it.” Rhys told him, an animalistic smile on his lips. “Mark me so that no one else would consider that I don’t belong to you.” Rhys told him and took another step. Kellen’s back arched, his tight grip on the back of Rhys’ neck keeping him in place. Rhys’ hands on Kellen’s ass squeezed, slamming him down even harder as Kellen saw stars. His cock had already cum so much, and Kellen truly thought he was going to cum a fountain.

Instead, his body trembled, his ass squeezing Rhys tightly, his cock not even twitching as he came. His whole body felt sensitive, his toes curling as Rhys continued to rock against Kellen’s prostate.

Rhys seemed a little surprised for a second that Kellen didn’t cover him in cum, before a pleased, male smile touched his lips. He leaned in, pressing comforting kisses against Kellen’s sweat-covered skin.

“Oh look at my pretty Guide. It’s good to see that you haven’t forgotten your training. I was worried that you had. Let’s make sure that you really remember everything.” Rhys whispered, nipping at Kellen’s jaw as Kellen came down from his orgasm.

Kellen was a little dazed, but not upset. He wanted to keep going, his head nodding silently as Rhys continued down the stairs a little faster. Each thrust had Kellen tightening around him, his mouth open as he panted. His body felt like a pulsing bundle of desire.

Kellen wasn’t sure how he was going to handle the rest of the night, but he wanted to keep going. He needed to keep going.

His stomach rumbling again reminded Kellen and Rhys that there was something more urgent that needed to be tended to. Rhys was grinning from ear to ear as they reached the bottom floor.

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Rhys’ super smart, very intelligent plan was to have Kellen sit in his lap on the couch as he ate. It nearly almost ended in disaster as Kellen kept forgetting that he was supposed to be eating with his hand, not with his ass.

How could Kellen be blamed, when it had been a long time since they had been allowed to be together like this, and Kellen had been nothing but eating with his mouth this whole time?

Rhys ended up having to feed him from both ends, Kellen holding on for dear life as Rhys did his best to ignore the little jerky movements that Kellen was making with his hips, trying to egg him on to give him more.

Rhys had the self control of a saint, because who else would be able to see a flush faced, horny Kellen, twisting his hips to seek his own pleasure, his eyes lidded as they stared at him, and be able to continue with the planned task? Rhys should be given an award considering he was prioritizing Kellen’s health over everything else.

Then again, that wasn’t a hard choice to do, since Kellen kept slipping up and trying to Guide Rhys. Or, in Rhys’ opinion, the pleasure was so overwhelming that Kellen was forgetting himself and guiding Rhys in the moment. It happened every time that Kellen orgasmed, which was leading the man who thought he had ’put on some weight’ to slim down rather quickly.

Rhys gave a warm, bitter smile. He was going to get an earful from Taylor tomorrow. He just knew it. That was for tomorrow’s Rhys, however.

There was no way that Kellen was going to let Rhys keep his mind off of what they were doing right now. Not when Rhys’ mind wandered for even a second, Kellen was forcing him to pay attention to him. Whether that was Kellen shoving his face against his nipple, his shoulder, or forcing one of his hands down to his cock between his legs.

Kellen was being needy, demanding, and Rhys wasn’t going to ignore the man. Couldn’t. That was a crime that Rhys would not forgive himself for.

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