If you get off, I get off (m)

Rhys pressed his lips against Kellen's, kissing him deeply. Kellen held onto him, shifting until their crotches rubbed against each other. It didn't have the desired effect that Kellen wanted, since Rhys' cock was still in his pants, but Rhys moaned into the kiss. 

Kellen was the one who bent his head and kissed his throat, nipping at the skin there with his teeth and Rhys leaned his head back, giving Kellen more access. 

"Fuck. That's so damn hot." Rhys sounded like the words were pulled out of him and Kellen chuckled. 

"It could be hotter if you took your damn clothes off." Kellen couldn't help sounding a little bitter. He'd wanted them both to be naked from the start. Rhys was the one who had been insistent. Rhys released his hold he had on Kellen's lower back to cover his mouth.