Fireworks (m)

Kellen felt like he was being devoured. 

Rhys was persistent. With making sure that Kellen was okay, still with him, and also that he wanted what was happening. With the man so determined, Kellen had a hard time not telling the truth.

He'd found this embarrassing at first. He'd been the only one without any clothes on and he'd been spread across Rhys' lap like a child about to be disciplined. And then…then he found that he really, really enjoyed it when Rhys' palm made contact with his skin. The sting didn't linger long enough, not like the throbbing pain that radiated from when Rhys bit him. 

Unless Rhys didn't stop smacking his ass. Particularly one spot over and over. Then the pleasure felt endless, and would radiate from one cheek while the man slapped the other. Kellen would lose all sense of reason when he'd put his whole hand on his throbbing ass cheek and give it a squeeze.