"Rhys, um, you aren't doing that." Kellen told him, trying to restrain his smile. He had a feeling that Rhys wasn't going to take it well, given how…odd he was at the moment. Rhys laughed.
"Oh, I can't agree. I feel, god, fuck, I feel like I'm a kid again. Okay. Calm down Rhys. It's just a jacket." Rhys stepped away suddenly from Kellen, and Kellen swayed at the loss. Rhys looked him over, trying to steel his expression. "It's just some fabric. That I've worn. That I've imagined you wearing, and nothing else." Rhys' eyes began to glow. A vibrant golden colour and he groaned, closing his eyes. "Fuck."
Something snapped inside of him, and Kellen felt his whole body begin to tremble before he started laughing in earnest. He bent over, much to Rhys' confusion, and laughed. He couldn't breathe, he was laughing so hard.
Rhys being so enthusiastic about getting Kellen into bdsm should be a worrying sign, but he also just knows that Kellen is going to flourish in it. If he's shown it in an accepting place. It's just getting him there that is going to be hard.