Chapitre 164: A pocket what? (suggestive)

With Kellen's directions, it didn't take long for Rhys to find what he was looking for. Embarrassed at the box, and how quickly the Captain came back with it, Kellen wanted to be anywhere but here. The long, low whistle from Rhys as he pulled the lid off really sealed the deal that Kellen wanted to be anywhere else. 

"What a bad boy you are Kellen. I didn't realise that you had such desires hidden inside of you. I'm sorry it took me so long to bring this up, and find this box." Kellen was distraught. The man had worked himself into a jealous rage over sex toys that he now held in his hands. Kellen was lying on the bed on his back, with lube between his thighs as he buried his face into a pillow. He had a pretty good idea how whores felt now, but he was pretty sure they didn't get as embarrassed as he currently felt. 

"I didn't know what I liked." Kellen admitted softly, and Rhys whistled again.