Seven long years

Rhys and Kellen took a few moments to clean themselves up. Rhys was using his shirt to wipe up the mess, and Kellen protested at first. But Rhys had such a smug, pleased look on his face that he found himself closing his mouth after a moment. He was thorough too, making sure each of Kellen's fingers were wiped clean, to the point that he felt more embarrassed over his current touch than his previous one. 

"Rhys, you can-"

"Hush, Kellen." He interrupted, a smile playing on his lips as Kellen continued to sit in his lap. "Let me take care of you." Kellen felt himself swoon at his words, and his focused gaze. His hands were gently where they held him, and even when he wiped Kellen's chest and dick, it wasn't done in a way to stir him. He was genuinely taking care of him.