Chapter 308: Soft moments for brave boys (suggestive)

The soft sound of clothing shifting and falling to the floor could be heard over the sound of the warm water of the shower hitting tiles.

Kellen was sure that Rhys could also hear his heartbeat, but if he did, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, the man watched him undress, begging Kellen to go faster. Like Kellen was a snack he wanted to sink his teeth into.

Kellen blushed, tossing his pants to the side, and slipping his underwear down his body. He couldn’t help but steal glances at Rhys. The man had undressed in record time, which Kellen felt was a bit of a loss.

He’d been fully dressed in his Captain uniform, after all, and Kellen hadn’t had time to appreciate him as much as he wanted. Having to blend into the background meant that he couldn’t have his eye open and watch him the whole time. It was a loss since he only got to stare at Rhys’ behind for a few seconds.

Though seeing him like this was nice too.

Rhys naked was always a marvel to Kellen. He was perfectly proportioned, his abs on display, his chest perfectly rounded. His arms were thick, strong, and when he moved Kellen could see every muscle group move. You could see his veins when he stretched and grabbed, but not too much so Kellen knew he was fully hydrated.

His thick thighs led the way down his body, showing off his powerful calves, his strong feet, and when he turned? You could see exactly how voluptuous his ass was too. That wasn’t to say anything about his penis and balls, which were healthy, heavy, and Kellen liked when his penis was hard, but he also liked watching it get harder when Kellen was around.

However, at the moment, Rhys was more focused on getting the shower ready for the two of him, almost like he was unaware of how Kellen was watching him.

Kellen knew that wasn’t the case. Rhys wasn’t blind, and Kellen wasn’t being subtle. Sure, he was getting undressed himself, but his outfit took a bit more time to get off compared to the man who could freeze time and take his clothes off in what appeared to be an instant. Kellen was almost certain that was what happened because one moment he was fully dressed beside him, the next?

He was naked and Kellen had only blinked. It was annoying, that was for sure, and Kellen did feel like he’d been robbed, but he’d forgive his lover. Maybe he just didn’t want to delay getting under warm water with Kellen? That was forgivable. Kellen wanted that as well, even if he also was interested in pinning the man against the wall and letting his hands run over his body. Just to know him, shape him.

Love him.

He could still do the same in the shower. He might even be able to do it better, so whatever Rhys wanted, Kellen could agree to. As long as it wasn’t him keeping his hands to himself. That was something Kellen would not, could not, agree to.

"Almost done?" Rhys asked, turning towards Kellen and showing off his beautiful back. Kellen paused, staring.

"Almost." Kellen told him and Rhys blinked, before Kellen watched his flush.

"What’s with that look?" Rhys asked and Kellen blinked slowly.

"What look?" Kellen asked and Rhys rolled his eyes.

"Kellen, don’t play dumb. You’ve been staring at me this whole time. Is something wrong?" Rhys asked. God the man was everything Kellen had ever wanted. So handsome and pretty when he was confused like this. Kellen shifted, staring at him harder and that only made Rhys flush a deeper shade of red.

"Am I not allowed to look at what’s mine?" Kellen asked and watched in delight as Rhys’ eyes grew bright before he turned his face away, running a hand over his face. The sigh that left his lips made Kellen smile widely.

"You are so-You know if I said the same thing to you, you would bite my head off, right?" Rhys pointed out, glaring at Kellen over his shoulder now. However, it had far less of a bite then he thought given how red he was.

Kellen kicked off the rest of his clothes, not caring much at this point, making sure he didn’t have his gloves and eyepatch on at this point as he went to Rhys, wrapping his arms around the man from behind. He pressed a sweet kiss against his shoulder blade, loving how the man twitched under his touch.

"Before when I didn’t know anything, yeah." Kellen agreed. "But we’re engaged now. I do belong to you." Kellen told him seriously. "We’ve agreed. You’re mine, I’m yours. That’s how this works, or am I wrong?" Kellen pressed another kiss against the skin near his lips, listening to Rhys shudder.

"Fuck." Rhys muttered. "I’m not sure if I liked it better before you knew how to speak like this or not." Rhys’ voice held a hint of laughter and Kellen already knew the answer. He slid his hands along Rhys’ stomach, feeling how his muscles twitched as his hands traced him. Kellen pressed another kiss against his skin.

"You already know that answer, don’t you? You might have liked to teach me, but I know you like me more like this. Right, Rhys?" Kellen insisted, feeling Rhys shudder under his touch. Kellen took his fingers on his good hand, stroking them along the edge of Rhys’ stomach, tapping each muscle group he passed. Sliding down to his belly button and then slowly back up, reaching the spot just below where his pecs began.

Rhys’ breath came out of him in a shuddering sound, and it was music to his ears. Kellen was sure if he moved his head, he would be able to see how much Rhys was aching, his cock heavy with blood flow. All because of him. Kellen grinned against his skin, peppering it with kisses.

"I probably stink of sweat." Rhys whispered.

"And I’m covered in body paint." Kellen replied. The air grew thick with heat, hot and humid from the shower and their own actions.

"You drive me crazy." Rhys breathed, his hands sliding back and behind him until he found Kellen’s arms and back. He dug his hands in, his nails sharp, but not painful. Kellen smiled.

"I love you too." Kellen told him.

Rhys stood there, letting Kellen stroke him, touch him, love him for a long moment. Kellen kept kissing the long expanse of his shoulder available to him. Going from the spot underneath his ear and down to the tip of his shoulder. Rhys tried to keep quiet, soft, breathy moans leaving his lips every so often that drove Kellen insane.

His mind was focused only on his lover, the man who let him touch him like this, who loved him and cared for him and let him do what he needed to do without changing him.

"I adore you." Kellen whispered at one point. "You are everything and more I could have ever asked for." Kellen couldn’t help but speak these words to Rhys. There was no point in keeping them inside of himself. It would do Rhys well to hear them too, to feel Kellen’s feelings.

Kellen wasn’t so sure why he should do it, just that he should. Another gut feeling, but one that he didn’t have to question or share with others. Not when it made Rhys so pliant in his hands. Willing, lovely.

"You’re in trouble when the roles are reversed." Rhys breathed, his eyes golden, glowing, and his face so fiercely masculine that Kellen shivered.

"Promise?" Kellen asked and Rhys huffed.

"I deserve a reward for today, and there is no one else I want to ask for it from." Rhys warned. Kellen grinned, his eyes sparkling as he met Rhys’ gaze.

"Did you think that would scare me? Rhys, you wanted to make me dependent on your cock. Were you planning to stop that plan just because we’re overseas? I also have a long breaking in period for your body as well. I have no desire to stop my plan, so why would you?" Rhys had enough at Kellen’s words, spinning and wrapping Kellen in his arms.

He yanked the man closer, sliding his hands down to grope Kellen’s ass before hauling him against him. His lips found Kellen’s neck, peppering it with kisses.

"You’re a demon." He muttered. "A demon of my own making." He didn’t sound all that upset about it to Kellen’s ears. Kellen chuckled, wrapping his arms around Rhys, happy to touch the man in any capacity. This time he got to run his hands along Rhys’ broad, muscular back. What could be better than that?

"Are you disappointed?" Kellen asked, teasing the man and Rhys shuddered.

"Never. Not ever could I be disappointed. God, I’m lucky to even have you." Rhys whispered fervently. Kellen couldn’t help but agree. He squeezed him in his arms.

"Kiss me?" Kellen asked and Rhys moved. His lips met Kellen’s, their breaths mingling as Rhys groaned, gripping Kellen tightly in his arms. Kellen let the man take the lead, walking them back until Kellen’s skin hit cold tiles, then slid up as Rhys picked him up easily, hoisting him up and gently guiding Kellen to hook his legs behind his back, above his hips. Kellen did so, opening for the man when he begged to enter his mouth.

Kellen was rewarded with a deep kiss, just the way he liked it, and with the weight of Rhys pushing him against the wall. Holding him up, pinning him in place as Rhys stepped closer, their bodies rubbing against each other.

Kellen let out a soft, pleased sound, the shower forgotten as the two found solace in each other. It was only a matter of time before Kellen’s fingers found Rhys’ styled hair and ruffled it, digging his fingers into the neatly combed strands.

Rhys pulled back, laughing as he kissed Kellen’s throat.

"You love messing my hair up." He said, sounding amused. Kellen tilted his head back, staring up at the white ceiling and giving the man more space to work with to kiss him.

"Are you complaining?" Kellen asked and Rhys bit Kellen’s throat gently. Kellen shivered.

"Never."