Kellen had been fucked into exhaustion. It wasn't even 5 pm and Kellen felt like his limbs were jelly, his ass was numb, and he couldn't cum anymore. Kellen felt like his heart was full though, and watching Rhys push his wet hair out of his face, his chest rising and falling after the effort he had put in to fucking him, made something else melt inside of him.
Rhys had brought him downstairs at some point, a pack of condoms in Kellen's arms as he did so and bent Kellen over the kitchen counter, fucking him as he made sure that Kellen drank liquids, even fed him a snack of the messiest peach he'd ever eaten in his life.
It was a wonderful experience, even if every once in a while Kellen caught a look in Rhys' face. Kellen ignored it, pretending not to be able to see what was on his face. He was sure that Rhys was doing the same thing.
