Kellen was a little surprised that Rhys hadn't waited until dinner was completely finished. A half eaten dish, all Rhys', lay in destruction as he had thrown Kellen towards the couch, attacking the man the moment he said he was finished with his dinner.
Rhys' gaze hadn't dipped below gold since the moment he'd laid eyes on him when he'd come through the door after work. Kellen had eaten long before Rhys had gotten home and was instead making himself a smaller meal as he had made Rhys his dinner.
Kellen knew that whatever was to come, a guiding session with Rhys took a lot of his calories, even still. He just wanted to be prepared.
He wasn't prepared, didn't think he could ever be prepared for how the man touched him, kissed him, licked him like a man whose only salvation was Kellen's touch and taste. He relished each exposed inch of Kellen's skin, each soft caress, every noise that left Kellen's lips because of his intense touch.
