Rhys was like a steady machine. Pulling his cock out almost completely before shoving it back in. Slowly opening up Kellen over and over. Rubbing against his prostate every damn time. His tongue was warm in Kellen's mouth driving him mad. The feel of his balls slapping against his ass only made him squirm more and Rhys still persisted.
He was uncontrollable, a machine as he watched Kellen crumble beneath him. Because of him.
Kellen wasn't even sure what kind of noises he was making. He sounded like he was in damn heat. The slow, sensual way that Rhys was fucking him had Kellen unravelling in ways that he hadn't before. Rhys had always been thorough, but this was different.
