Chapter 163: It’s so good it makes you philosophical (m)

Should it have bothered Kellen that at one point his cock wasn’t getting hard but he was still able to cum? No, because he’d had a conversation with Rhys about it before and it was something that Rhys had been excited for Kellen to learn.

Kellen was actually impressed that he was able to keep up with Rhys better than he had been able to before. If that wasn’t a sign that Kellen had jumped Classes, Kellen wasn’t sure what was, because there was no way that they had been able to put in the practise and repetition work that Kellen would have seen the results from otherwise.

So Kellen was happy that he was able to lie on his back, Rhys above him, his legs bent until he was nearly in half as Rhys slammed his cock against Kellen’s aching hole. Their heavy breathing filling the air, the sound of Rhys’ balls smashing against his skin making Kellen feel like he was going to cum again. Kellen reached for the other man, smashing their lips together in a deep kiss that had Rhys groaning, his hips jerking as he sped up.

How many times had they made love? Kellen wasn’t sure, but he knew that it wasn’t enough. Kellen needed more, wanted more, but he could feel that his body was giving out. Kellen was annoyed at himself, but he also knew that he needed to listen.

“Rhys, this might have to be the last round.” Kellen told him when they pulled away from the kiss. Rhys’ hair was wet under his hand, their efforts obvious on each of their bodies. The sheets were practically ruined, and Kellen didn’t even want to think about the state the couch was in after they were through with it. He was sure there was food and fluids all over it.

Thankfully, Kellen had a partner who could reverse time, so Kellen wasn’t too worried about the clean up process.

Rhys stared down at him, the flush across his cheeks looking so damn hot that Kellen wanted to take the words back. He looked like a god, his body moving above Kellen, his abs rippling, the sweat beading on his body.

“Maybe one more round.” Kellen muttered and Rhys gave a soft snort in amusement.

“If your body is saying we need to stop, we need to stop.” Rhys told him, slamming home and grinding his hips against Kellen’s greedy hole. Kellen tossed his head back, his legs shaking. Rhys bent, pressing open-mouthed kisses against his exposed throat.

Kellen was covered in hickies. Every exposed inch that Rhys could get to, he had left a mark. There were bite marks too, but those were mostly on the back of Kellen’s neck and shoulders, not in as obvious of a place as Kellen had done to Rhys.

Well, at least in Kellen’s opinion.

“I don’t want to.” Kellen protested, breathless and Rhys continued to rub his cock deep inside of him, rubbing against his used and abused prostate. Kellen felt like the thing had grown in size, so damn sensitive that Kellen saw stars every time he pounded against it.

“Kellen, you’re barely holding onto me. You’re exhausted, and we’ve been at it for hours. You need your rest. You’re still recovering.” Rhys’ voice was in complete contrast to the way that the man was grinding against him, his cock a hard rod of desire that had barely cooled as soon as Kellen said that he wanted him.

Kellen flushed.

“But you’re not-”

“Don’t even try to compare us.” Rhys countered. “I make sure I can go as long as you need. We’re following your pace. Don’t worry for a damn second, Kellen. You’re my priority. You’re my desire. We’ll stop after this, but if you don’t want me to leave, I can make sure we sleep intertwined with each other, my cock inside of you. Does that make you feel better? After we have a bath?” Rhys asked and Kellen begrudgingly agreed with him.

“Fine.” Kellen muttered, and Rhys was delighted to see that the other man was pouting, staring up at Rhys like letting his body rest was the worst thing that they could do. Rhys leaned down, kissing his adorable boyfriend.

“You’re the cutest.” Rhys told him. “You love my cock that much?” He asked and Kellen turned pink. Kellen nodded, blushing and Rhys smirked. “I want you to say it. Say you love my cock, or I’m not moving.” It was a well-placed threat, since Kellen wanted more. He needed more.

Kellen pouted harder, glaring at Rhys as the man kissed him teasingly.

He wasn’t giving Kellen the deep kisses that he liked, he wasn’t moving, he was just…teasing. Kellen wanted to growl at the man, protest, but he knew Rhys well enough to know that he was only going to budge if he got what he wanted.

“I l-love your cock.” Kellen admitted, flushed, and Rhys’ eyes warmed.

“What a good boy for saying it so easily. God, you’re adorable. Alright, my love, I’ll give you exactly what you need. One last great pounding before we clean up and I tuck you into bed, alright?” Rhys suggested. Kellen nodded eagerly, ready to accept anything Rhys gave him, and the man didn’t disappoint.

He’d already been pounding Kellen into the sheets, but he amplified it. He plunged his tongue into Kellen’s mouth, kissing him in an all-consuming way that had Kellen’s eyes rolling into the back of his head, his body splayed open for Rhys to pound himself into him.

Kellen was barely aware of anything outside of pleasure, his body twitching and jerking as it felt like he kept cumming like a firework show. Each orgasm chaining off of the last until the last final, big one came and Kellen nearly screamed into Rhys’ mouth, his body tightening around him to an almost painful level.

Rhys wasn’t better off, his own orgasm powerful enough that his thighs shook, his body buried deep inside of Kellen as his cock pulsed, filling the condom as he sought Kellen’s mouth, tasting him, pleasuring him.

Rhys had a feeling that if things went well, he would happily hand everything he’d ever worked on over to Kellen and he would be his pleasure toy. Rhys would gladly do anything for Kellen, to Kellen, if the man let him touch him like this again.

Kellen reached for Rhys as well, his own hand holding him against his lips, kissing him dangerously. Rhys was the one who had to suffer the consequences, teeth and lips clattering and bruising as Kellen clumsily kissed the other man. It was clear that Kellen wasn’t in full control of his exhausted body anymore, and even Kellen could feel how heavy his eyes were growing.

Rhys pulled away, staring down with such open love at the younger man that Kellen’s heart ached.

“You can rest, sugar. I’ll take care of the rest.” Rhys promised and Kellen gave an exhausted sigh.

“I’m sorry. I love you. Thank you for taking care of me.” Kellen told him, and watched as Rhys’ expression lit up.

“I love you, no, I adore you. Rest, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up.” Rhys promised and Kellen nodded, before he scrunched up his face.

“You’re still going to be inside of me when I wake up?” Kellen asked, a tinge of desperation in his tone. Rhys’ expression softened.

“Yes, Kellen.” He told him and Kellen finally relaxed. His eyes closed, and he passed out.

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Rhys stayed there for a few moments, his cock still buried in the unconscious man as he bent, pressing his head against Kellen’s chest. He listened to the sound of the other man’s heart for a few minutes too long before he slowly began to move. Starting the process of clean up, Rhys carefully carried Kellen to the bathroom, the tub already filling as he carefully placed Kellen inside.

Rhys was sure that the other man was unaware of how much he’d guided Rhys during the process, and that had probably led to Kellen’s tiredness. Rhys brushed his hair out of his face tenderly, staring down at the pretty, but still injured man and stared at his sleeping face.

He meant everything to him. Too much, some could argue, but Rhys would never consider that. Kellen was his. His handler, his lover, his Guide, his everything. He was the reason that Rhys could even live the life that he was living.

Rhys’ smile was bitter as he recalled everything that he had seen and experienced that day and knew, without a doubt, that if he didn’t have Kellen in his life, he wouldn’t have even realised how bad everything had gotten. How bad he was letting everything get.

He had been getting colder, and had been letting things slip. It was only because of this man before him that Rhys’ humanity had come back. He had a feeling that Kellen did know that, in the back of his mind. It was why he fought so hard against Rhys calling himself a monster, but Rhys knew better.

He had been becoming one. It was only thanks to the Guide at his side, in the tub, that Rhys was even somewhat of a normal human. Sergei and Rhys had spoken about it when Kellen had gone off to talk to Green and Henry. How Rhys had been changing before Kellen. How Sergei had been changing before he realised what Brent meant to him.

Rhys was going to have to call a meeting amongst the S Classes of the world, put out a call to see who could come and talk about what was going on, what he was experiencing, and how seriously important Guides were to Espers.

Rhys had almost let everything crumble away underneath his feet without being aware he was doing it. Kellen was the reason he was able to recognise that it was even happening, and that he could be a good partner and a good friend. A good leader.

Things were going to change around here now that he had Kellen at his side, now that he was able to touch him. Rhys would be a fool to not admit that being able to touch the man that he loved, who could also clear his mind of the background noise, was a strong benefit.

He wanted this for all Espers, even the ones who were fucking assholes. He simply could not understand how the E.A.G. could think that Guides were the issue, when it was the Espers who were.

Guides could live without Espers, not the other way around. Now Rhys had to make sure that he lived by that motto, and make sure that his personal Guide woke up well rested, clean, and loved. The last part was non-negotiable.

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