(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: A devil’s temptation (suggestive)

Kellen protested quietly when the Captain pulled his lips away from his own, and that only made the Captain chuckle.

"What? Did you want more?" He teased. It was the Captain’s turn to blush when Kellen reached out, gripping onto his arm firmly and nodded. Kellen licked his lips, feeling greedy, and a little devilish.

"Yeah. I do." Kellen’s response was slightly breathy, his body feeling sluggish. The Captain stared down at him, startled, and Kellen watched as his face flushed.

"Green said I can’t bend you like a pretzel." He protested, warning Kellen. Kellen chuckled.

"Why are you thinking of bending me like a pretzel? What does that even mean? I know you have the capacity to be gentle, Rhys." Kellen leaned forward, pressing a kiss against his lips. It was just a soft peck, but it had the Captain’s heart racing. "You just need to tap into it." Kellen whispered against his lips with a small smile.

"I...I can be gentle." Rhys repeated, and Kellen chuckled. Now that he’d gotten over his embarrassment at misunderstanding the whole situation, and that he knew that the Captain was going to remain in the apartment with him, a sudden, raging desire filled him.

He wanted Rhys close. As close as they could be. He wanted to feel his skin against his own, his warmth and heartbeat against his ear. He wanted to know that Rhys was safe, that he was safe, and that there wasn’t anything that was going to take them apart.

"So...can we head upstairs now?" Kellen asked softly, and Rhys inhaled.

"Uh, yeah. You need...you need a bath first." Rhys told not just himself, but Kellen, and Kellen laughed.

"A bath? Why can’t we get a shower together? Doesn’t that seem faster?" Kellen was new to this seduction thing, but he was trying his best. His fingers played with the baby hairs at the base of the Captain’s neck, drawing small, tempting circles into his hair. Kellen watched as the Captain’s throat worked, his eyes going molten gold, and his arms shook slightly. Trembled.

"You...I shouldn’t get a shower with you. You can’t stand for long. It hurts you." Rhys protested, and Kellen laughed softly.

"You can hold me up, can’t you? You’ve been doing it all day. Did I tell you how hot I find that? That you can carry me like it’s nothing? I’m not a small man, Captain, and you know that." Kellen’s whispered words against Rhys’ lips seemed to be having a great effect. Rhys was swallowing, a small bead of sweat rolling down his face, and he appeared to be in pain.

"No. You’re getting a bath. If I...you’re getting a bath, Kellen." His words were firm, as if he’d steeled himself and Kellen sighed forlornly. He sat back against the couch and did his best to look sad.

"Oh. Okay." He removed his hands from Rhys’ body, crossing them across his chest. He adjusted to plump up his chest. He had a feeling that Rhys liked his pecs. Rhys groaned.

"No no no. None of that. Don’t make me feel bad for saying no. I just want to do everything I want slowly and on the bed. I know I’ll be too rough with you in the shower. Please? No pouting Kellen. You’re killing me here." Rhys pulled at Kellen’s arms, tugging them gently away from his body. "Come here. I’ll kiss you as we head upstairs, hmm? Does that appease Kellen?" The Captain asked desperately.

Kellen turned his gaze away from the Captain, pretending to think about it even as his heart raced in his chest at the thought of their tongues touching in his mouth.

"Hmm. I guess so." Kellen said, and Rhys chuckled.

"The death of me. I swear. Come here sweetheart. Let me give you what I promised." Kellen let the Captain pick him up again, and found that Rhys’ mouth was on his before he even placed a foot on the stairs.

Gently, ever so gently, the Captain placed Kellen on the bed, still kissing his lips. That might have something to do with Kellen’s death grip on the man’s neck and shoulders, but it didn’t appear as if Rhys minded all that much. Rhys settled on top of Kellen, kissing the man slowly, seductively, and Kellen craved more.

Slowly, Kellen opened his eyes and found that Rhys was staring at him, lust and affection warring in his expression. Kellen finally let Rhys pull back only for Rhys to press kisses and nibbles against Kellen’s neck and shoulders, moving down to lick and nip at his nipples. Kellen closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling as the Captain pinched and licked and bit him.

"Mm." Kellen murmured, feeling himself grow hard from the Captain’s attention on him.

"Do you like that?" The Captain asked, and Kellen glanced down at him. Rhys’ cheeks were red, his eyes golden, and he had his tongue swirling around Kellen’s left nipple. A shudder rippled through his body and Kellen reached for his hair, his fingers digging into it.

"Yeah. I like it." Kellen admitted, sure his own cheeks were flushed. Rhys grinned in response before he sunk his teeth into the sensitive bud and Kellen gasped. Rhys switched to the other nipple, giving them both the same attention before moving further down his body. Kellen’s breaths came in quick pants, anticipation in his throat.

Rhys glanced up at him, a devilish grin on his face

"We’re going to try some new things, some safe things, today." Kellen stared at the man who hovered over him in the dim light and blinked.

"What other new things are there?" Kellen asked, genuinely curious. He didn’t think that he had done everything with Rhys yet. They hadn’t had penetrative sex yet, but they had done a lot of things outside of that. Kellen had gone down on Rhys, Rhys had gone down on Kellen. They’d done that thing where Rhys slid his cock between Kellen’s thighs. Kellen really liked that one, and Rhys had even put a toy inside of him. What else was there? Rhys smiled.

"Have you heard of a rim job before?"