Kellen, his one hand coated in lube still from applying it to the dildo, reached for his own cock and stroked it, covering it in lube. Rhys licked his lips and Kellen felt his cheeks warm.
The man wanted to eat him up without leaving a crumb. It was…it was a dangerous thought. Kellen wanted to lean forward, resting on his hands in front of him as he moved his ass and hips up and down on the dildo, but he didn't think that would give Rhys a good view. So, moving everything, including the box forward on the bed, Kellen held his breath as he shifted forward, giving himself enough space to lean back and ride the dildo in the other way that he had learned.
Rhys held his breath as he watched Kellen shuffle awkwardly, without pulling the dildo out, further down the bed. He didn't offer to help, instead looking him over as Kellen tried to measure the space that he needed.
