Rhys didn’t end up getting the orange flavour that he wanted. At least not on the first attempt. He got strawberry, and as Kellen came, he joked that he got strawberries and cream. What a treat.

Kellen knew that letting Rhys get his way first meant that Kellen was going to have to fight to get any other kind of control from the other man’s hands. He was an Esper after all, and a Captain. He was used to being in control, and thus far, Kellen had let Rhys have a lot of the control.

That was partially due to the fact that Kellen had no idea what he was doing in this kind of situation, and also because he liked having Rhys above him, asking him how he liked things, if something felt good, and his golden gaze scanning Kellen like he was going to eat him alive.

When Rhys was on his knees between Kellen’s thighs, it was a bit of a different story. Especially so when the man yanked open one of the nightstand drawers with his powers, grabbing the lube with his power and angling Kellen until he was barely sitting on the edge of the bed, Rhys fingered Kellen’s ass as he sucked, nibbled and teased Kellen’s aching cock.

Rhys didn’t stop sucking and pulling orgasms from Kellen’s quivering body until he got to the orange flavoured condom, a knowing smile on his face as he’d sucked the soul out of Kellen. He had to fall onto his back, unable to hold himself up as Rhys continued to tease him, pulling orgasm after orgasm from him with his skilled lips and tongue.

God, Kellen forgot how good it was to have Rhys on his cock. How sweet and loving he was, his fingers prodding his prostate, curling towards the sweet spot, fucking Kellen until he saw stars behind his eyes.

The sounds that came out of Kellen would have made him blush in a different time, before he knew what feelings of pleasure came along with the sounds. Added were the wet, slick noises of Rhys’ fingers in Kellen’s ass.

He was using a condom, not one of the flavoured ones as he fingered Kellen. He got a one-eyed glare from the man when he had hinted at what he was going to do and Rhys knew better.

Now, Kellen’s body trembled, his hand sliding down his own body, his hand digging deep into Rhys’ hair as the man bobbed his head, sucking Kellen’s cock with a one track mind, his eyes watching Kellen’s every little twitch and twist, three fingers buried in Kellen’s ass as he pulled everything from the man.

Kellen wasn’t even sure if he was going to be able to get hard after so many orgasms pulled out of him. The condoms were on the bed beside them, a quiet show of what Rhys had gotten out of him. God, Kellen didn’t want him to put on a damn condom when he slid inside of him, but there was no way that he could allow it. Rhys’ health and safety were above all, and that included Kellen’s selfish desires.

"Oh my god. Rhys, I’m gonna cum." Kellen warned, his body tensing. Rhys didn’t stop until Kellen’s legs relaxed, his body collapsing onto the bed, his chest heaving. Rhys pulled his head back, his fingers gentle as he pulled up the condom off of Kellen’s cock. His golden gaze stared at the cum inside of the condom. Kellen swallowed as Rhys licked his lips before he tied the condom up and put it next to the others.

Rhys went to go grab another condom from the flavoured box and Kellen dug his fingers deep into his hair. Rhys paused, his gaze sliding to Kellen’s.

"Don’t you fucking dare." Kellen warned, his eye fierce. "If you suck me off again, Rhys, I’m going to tie you to your office chair and treat you like my own personal sex toy." Rhys’ jaw dropped, before he slammed his mouth closed and swallowed.

"That doesn’t-that’s not a punishment." Rhys stuttered. Kellen’s gaze narrowed and Rhys was caught between a rock and a hard place. Both ideas were stunning in his mind, and Kellen realised he hadn’t given a good threat.

"Fine. I won’t eat for two meals." Kellen said instead, and watched the change overcome Rhys. He did not like that idea, and Kellen thought it was a little ridiculous that not eating was enough of a threat.

Rhys pulled back, going for a different box of condoms and pulling his fingers out of Kellen’s ass.

"That, my love, is an effective threat." Rhys told him, pulling the other condom off of his fingers and adding it to the others. "Now, it’s been a while since you’ve done anything like this. Please let me know if you aren’t enjoying anything, or if anything hurts. I’m serious. Even if the stretch hurts. We got up to three fingers, but I want to be sure." Rhys warned, giving Kellen a warning look this time as the man opened the condom wrapper.

Kellen pressed his free hand against his stomach, lower, just above his cock.

"I just want to feel you here." Kellen told him, looking up at Rhys eagerly. "I’ve been wanting to feel you here, in your home, since I came back." Kellen told him, a little bit embarrassed as the words hit the air. Rhys froze.

"What?" He whispered, his eyes wide. Kellen swallowed, patting the spot.

"This is where I feel you, and I like it. So, stop dragging your feet. You aren’t scared, are you?" Kellen asked, knowing that those were bold words to say to Esper and Guide alike. Kellen watched as Rhys’ gaze brightened, his nostrils flared, and Kellen knew that he had hit the spot.

Rhys grasped his cock, slapping it against Kellen’s thighs. Each hit felt more intense against Kellen’s ultrasensitive skin after he’d cum so much. Kellen winced, but it wasn’t in pain. His cock pulsed with each hit.

"Kellen Woods," Rhys started, "you know better than to work me up." Rhys warned, and Kellen stared up at his Esper, the man who was flawed and dumb, and lovely in ways that Kellen had only been able to imagine until now. Kellen raised his hand up, beckoning Rhys closer.

"Make love to me, darling. Please. I want to feel you deep inside of me, thrusting inside of me. I need to feel you inside of me." Kellen begged and it was like any self control that Rhys had left was gone.

Rhys bowed his head, his shoulders shuddering before he gave a heavy sigh. When he raised his head up, his eyes were golden, but determined. His face was hard, but not in an angry way. He was bracing himself, trying to fight for control that Kellen knew would be hard for anyone to muster in this situation.

Rhys bent, not putting his cock in like Kellen wanted, and instead coming up to Kellen’s face. His eyes scanned Kellen’s for a long moment before he bent, peppering Kellen’s face with soft pecks, gentle touches that melted away any of Kellen’s panic or fears or anxiety. Kellen felt his body relax more, even as Rhys shifted closer, adjusting their positions until Kellen could feel Rhys pressed against him, but he didn’t move further.

Rhys continued to kiss him all over his face, ending with his lips. Then, when Kellen followed his lips, Rhys chuckled and gave in, kissing Kellen deeply. They stayed like that, kissing and touching each other, the weight of their love and affection heavy between them until Kellen released Rhys. His lips tingled, his eyes watery as he stared up at him.

Rhys stared down at him, so much love and affection in his gaze that it made Kellen’s heart ache.

"Come in, Rhys. I want you to." Kellen whispered. Kellen watched as Rhys’ expression faltered, emotion clouding his expression for a moment before he nodded, adjusted his grip to make sure that everything was alright, before he pushed forward.

While Kellen had used toys before, nothing could replace the real thing. Kellen’ soft gasp as Rhys breached him had Rhys pausing, but Kellen shook his head. He wasn’t hurt, he was just startled.

The men held each other, checking in constantly until Rhys was flush against Kellen’s ass, the skin of his thighs warm and cool at the same time. Kellen knew that it wouldn’t last. They would adjust to each other’s warmth soon. Kellen could feel Rhys inside of him, pulsing, twitching, Kellen’s own body adjusting around the intrusion.

Rhys’ soft breaths, his eyes twitching, his jaw tight as Kellen squeezed around him made Kellen’s face brighten.

"Come here." Kellen whispered, pulling Rhys closer to kiss him. Rhys didn’t fight, each needing the gentle touch. The soft caress. This was the long awaited welcome home that they had needed, each of their souls calling out to each other in the mess that had been the aftermath of the poison dungeon.

Kellen wasn’t sure who moved first, him or Rhys, but their movements were uneven, jerky, both just kissing and loving each other as they rocked together.

It was messy in a way that Kellen hadn’t really experienced with Rhys before. The man was normally more in control. For himself and for Kellen, but there was a significant lack of control this time. Kellen only felt his heart grow more tender, his feelings softening further for the man as he held him, kissing him, welcoming him inside of him as they sought comfort in each other’s bodies.

It was tender, the orgasm that came for both of them a soft whisper of love against the other’s lips, Rhys’ body stiffening against Kellen’s before thrusting deep. As if planting his seed. Kellen wrapped his legs around him, holding him in place, stroking and touching, kissing the man as they both cried.

"I’m glad to be home." Kellen whispered a few moments after, holding the man who had kept himself and everyone else together while everything hung in the balance. No one knowing what would come of this event, and then keeping everything together in the avalanche of everything that happened after.

"Welcome back." Rhys’ voice was raspy, tight with emotion. "I don’t want you to ever leave again." Rhys told him and Kellen squeezed him with his whole body.

"I won’t." Kellen promised, pressing tender pecks against his face and shoulders, the bite mark on his neck practically glowing. "I won’t do that ever again. Not alone. Never alone." Kellen promised as Rhys gulped in lungful’s of air. They stayed like that for a long time, both men needing it.

When Rhys finally pulled out, taking off the condom and reaching for another, Kellen stared at the full condom with a pout. Rhys caught what he was looking at and gave Kellen a curious glance.

"What are you looking at, Love?" Rhys asked and Kellen sighed.

"I’m just thinking that’s such a waste. I’d rather have it inside of me." Kellen muttered. Rhys’ grin was wide as his hands paused in tearing the fresh condom.

"Kellen, my love, my sugar, my sweet sweet Field Guide. There will be plenty of time for me to fill you up and make a mess of you." Rhys said. "You’ll just have to put up with this precaution, alright?" Rhys asked and Kellen pouted further.

"I’m doing my best." Kellen muttered, wanting praise for how good he was being. Rhys chuckled, shaking his head, but leaning down and kissing the man silly. When he pulled back, his eyes were golden, but swirling, like vats of gold.

"When did you become such a little cum slut, hmm?" Rhys asked softly, teasingly.

"You made me this way." Kellen told him with a pout, and the responding smile told Kellen he had no problem with it.