Rhys was making a mess of Kellen. It was exactly what he wanted, and between the heavy pants, the groans of pleasure and the sound of their bodies coming together over and over, Kellen was smiling. Satisfied, pleased, completely content with the other man manhandling him, tying him up and driving him to a pleasure he couldn't imagine with anyone else.
Kellen's hand gripped onto the rope tying him as Rhys pounded into him. The condom, Kellen found out, was ribbed. He hadn't understood what that meant until after Rhys had moved a few times. He didn't think he would feel anything, that he would notice.
He was wrong.
The way it slightly changed the feeling inside of him, the way that Rhys felt inside of him was just…
