"What do you need, Kellen?" The Captain asked, his lips continuing to kiss the Guide's skin below him. Kellen tightened his grip on the hands above him to almost bruising.
"My boxers. Your boxers. I-I need them off. Please." He could feel his eyes watering as his voice wavered. The Captain didn't hesitate. Between one blink and the next, both sets of boxers were gone without either of them moving. They were now fully skin to skin. It was too much for poor Kellen, whose whole body shook at the contact. He gasped as he came, clinging to the hands that kept him on his feet. The Captain froze.
"Are you alright?" He asked tenderly while Kellen gathered himself.
