Kellen found himself slammed against the door of their apartment, shoes still on as Rhys pressed him against the wood, his lips against his own.
This felt like a mirror of what Kellen had done only a few weeks prior, but the roles were reversed. Rhys was the aggressor, the pushy one. Kellen didn't mind as Rhys sucked his tongue into his mouth, drawing a moan from Kellen's lips as the man worked on pulling his own clothes off. Buttons went flying as impatient hands set to work pulling off his uniform. Kellen let the man work, kissing him as he did so.
He didn't want to get in the way of the other man's hands. Kellen wanted Rhys' clothes off as much as the other man did.
Kellen placed his hands against Rhys' face, making sure that the man paid attention to his lips. Kellen got a chuckle from Rhys for doing so, and when he opened his eyes, he found that Rhys was staring at him.
