A dirty hole (m)

Rhys didn't need more permission. The feel of his teeth sinking into Kellen's bottom lip had Kellen's breath coming out in a shaky whisper. The sting shot right to his cock. Rhys chuckled at Kellen's reaction, before getting serious. Rhys used the hand he had against Kellen's neck to move him the way he liked, and Kellen was slowly becoming mush in the man's capable hands. 

Kellen didn't know what to do with his hands, so at one point, Rhys took the box out of his lap and placed it on the bed and raised Kellen's arms and wrapped them around his shoulders. Kellen dug his fingers into the skin there, and Rhys groaned against his tongue. Kellen shivered, his whole body slowly beginning to boil. The man had a way with him that made his head foggy and his senses dull to everything but him. Whenever he had his teeth and lips against Kellen's own it made him so out of breath Kellen worried he was going to have a panic attack.