Who's a good boy? (m)

"Come here." Rhys ordered, and Kellen didn't know what that meant. Giving him a confused look, Rhys sighed. "Release my fingers." He said instead, and Kellen opened his mouth, his tongue licking the fingers as they left. Colour rode high on Rhys' cheeks, and Kellen felt it was a small victory. 

"Did I do a good job?" Kellen asked, unsure why he'd even licked and sucked on the fingers in the first place. Rhys' eyes narrowed, and with his other hand, he wrapped it around the back of Kellen's neck and pulled him in, kissing him deeply. Kellen groaned into the kiss, loving the feeling of the Captain's uniform rubbing against his practically bare chest. 

The hospital gown did nothing but cover his modesty, which was why Kellen was surprised when something wet, and slightly warm touched his ass. Gasping into the kiss, Kellen wiggled when he felt the Captain's fingers move towards his ass. 

He broke free of the kiss, panting, as the Captain stared at him.