(BL) Hunting The Field Guide novel Chapter 386

Chapter 386: Forced confessions? (m)

Rhys held his breath for a moment, before he scrambled, trying to get to the edge of the bed but a tsk from Kellen had him pausing.

"Who said you could leave the bed? Strip on the bed, Esper Thatcher. Or do you need to be shown how to do so?" Rhys’ eyes shot wide, and Kellen worried for a moment that Rhys wasn’t going to listen, or like what he’d said. Instead, Rhys who had been rushing to the edge of the bed swallowed thickly, and turned.

"C-Can I have a demonstration, Field Guide Woods?" He asked, turning big, yellow eyes towards him. Kellen chuckled, knowing that Rhys would have gone for this answer no matter what. He might be taking ’orders’ from Kellen, but he was still Rhys.

So, he showed off a bit.

Kellen let out a deep, deep sigh, before he shrugged his shoulders out of his Field Guide jacket, and tossed it towards the corner of the room.

"You’re so needy, Esper Thatcher. I wonder what your Captain would say if he knew the truth?" Kellen teased. Rhys was watching Kellen like a man possessed as Kellen picked up the harnesses that criss crossed his body, before letting the leather go and slap against the shirt he was wearing. Rhys flinched as the leather slapped against the shirt, making a satisfying ’snap!’ noise. Kellen smirked before he began to weasel out of the shirt, the harnesses staying on.

Rhys’ eyes widened in surprise. Kellen hadn’t forgotten what the man had said about wanting to fuck him with his harnesses still on. That probably wasn’t going to happen tonight, and certainly not on one of those shitty cots that they had on the front lines.

Rhys was like a man entranced as Kellen worked his way out of the shirt, pulling it off and over his head and Rhys finally breathed.

"Oh god." Rhys whispered and Kellen chuckled.

"Was that too hard for you to follow, Esper Thatcher? How come your hands aren’t moving? Am I going to have to punish you already?" Kellen asked mockingly, and Rhys shuddered.

"N-No sir. Forgive me." He whispered as Kellen took a few steps until his knees hit the edge of the bed. He crossed his arms again, watching and Rhys’ gaze dipped his pecs, before snapping back to his face.

"Undress, Esper Thatcher. That’s an order." Kellen demanded, his tone unrelenting and Rhys scrambled. His hands shook as he pulled off the unbuttoned layers of his tops, leaving him bare before he bent, not trying to be sexy at all as he yanked his pants off, his socks off, and his underwear. Then, he sat on his knees, his hands on his thighs in the middle of the bed. He met Kellen’s gaze, his cheeks flushed, his cock hard, and the remnants of his already spent passions still on his crotch. Kellen smirked.

Rhys swallowed, his cock twitching as he stared at Kellen.

"W-What next, sir?" He asked and Kellen chuckled.

"Eager to please after not listening to my first order properly, hmm?" Rhys’ face flushed and he nodded. Kellen sighed. "Alright, Esper Thatcher. On your back, thighs spread, and I want you to stroke your cock. While doing so, you are going to tell me every last thing that you like to have done to you, sexually." Rhys’ eyes shot open as Kellen smirked. "What? Surprised I would order something like that? This isn’t supposed to be easy, now is it, Esper Thatcher?" Kellen turned, heading towards the nightstand and opening it, tossing the lube towards him. "I’ll even be kind and offer you that lube as you do so." Kellen said as if it was a great thing he was giving him.

Rhys swallowed thickly, before he began to shift, lying on his back. He was going to try to get away with not being able to meet Kellen’s gaze but Kellen wasn’t going to have that.

"Stop." Kellen ordered. Rhys paused as Kellen gathered some pillows. "Raise up again. I need to see you while you speak." Rhys slid his gaze towards Kellen, clearly a little surprised at how easily this was coming to him. Kellen smirked.

Kellen didn’t mind bossing others around. It would be a lie if he said he hadn’t gotten some kind of pleasure out of it on the front lines. He had just never turned it towards sexual endeavours. This was now changing, and Kellen found that he took to it like a fish to water.

Rhys was the one who had green lit this, and now he was going to see just how good Kellen could be at this. Kellen was worried, in a small part of himself, that he was going to like this too much.

Rhys finally angled the way that he wanted him, Kellen took his place at the end of the bed.

"It seems you might be overwhelmed by the prospect of stroking yourself and revealing your secrets." Kellen teased. His tone belittling, demeaning. Meant to antagonise and get the blood pumping. He watched as Rhys’ gaze darkened, hardening. He hadn’t even started and Kellen was already making fun of him.

"I-I would think that’s a good way to die, Field Guide Woods." Rhys said quickly, with no hesitation. Kellen shook his head, his smile in his eyes but not on his lips.

"Who said you could stop stroking, Esper Thatcher?" Rhys gasped, before he continued stroking his cock. Kellen released his own, but it wasn’t as if he was attempting to hide how hard he was. Rhys’ gaze roamed his body in the same fashion that Kellen’s was roaming his.

"I-I like being ordered around. I like being tied up. I like pain with my sex and orgasms." Rhys said, each stroke of his cock becoming faster, more violent. The sound of his hand on his cock filled the room and Kellen watched him. If someone only saw his stance and expression, they would think he was looking on with disinterest.

It was his eyes that gave him away. He wasn’t aware of it, since they didn’t have anything to reflect back on nearby, but they were glowing, like Rhys’ did when they were in sexual situations. Rhys moaned, his eyes fluttering closed before he snapped them open again.

"I like voyeurism, I like testing my luck. I like sex outside and inside the bedroom. I really want to bend you over the kitchen counter and just plough into you from behind." Rhys continued, and Kellen nodded.

"Good. How close are you?" Kellen asked and Rhys let out a breathy laugh.

"Close, sir." He admitted. Kellen nodded.

"Good. Cum, Esper Thatcher. That’s an order." Rhys’ face twisted as his pace became brutal. He let out moans left and right as his legs twitched. It was only about 30 seconds later when he called Kellen’s name as his hand stilled, the first jets of cum exploding from his cock. They pooled around his crotch, the way he had angled his cock making it so that none of them hit his chest or lower stomach. Kellen stared at him, his cock twitching, his balls drawn up.

Colour painted his chest, cheeks and shoulders. His abs were taunt, his toes curled, and his black hair was slightly in his face. His lips were plump, wet, and his yellow eyes were satiated, but clearly desired more. He was a damn work of art.

Kellen unzipped his pants and Rhys snapped to attention. Kellen let a smile touch his lips as Rhys watched Kellen pull his cock out of his pants.

"Come over here, Esper Thatcher."