Kinktober Day 7: Praise Kink

Intern orientations were always interesting. Jack always liked to pop in to take a quick look at the new meat, but beyond a couple jokes and light intimidation things usually didn’t get much further.

But usually Jack didn’t find himself in the presence of such a cutie.

He’d picked him out of the crowd in an instant, drawn to that long torso and those slender legs that helped him stand out from the rest of the interns. His hair was slicked back but without practice, as tiny strands popped out at his temples and hairline, and the charcoal blazer and baby-blue shirt he wore paired together looked simple but charming. More than enough to draw Jack to his side, at which point all the color drained from his face and he started to stammer.

Jack didn’t learn the kid’s name until he’d gotten him away from the rest of the orientation, into an unused meeting room that locked on voice command. Jack kept one hand on the boy’s waist as he flipped over the laminated badge hung around his neck to peer at the name printed in black.

“Rhys, huh? Bet when you applied for this post you never thought you’d be face-to-face with the big guy himself on orientation.”

“W-Well, sir, I—I always hoped, maybe someday I would be able to meet you but I…well…” Rhys tried valiantly to get his breathing under control as the color returned to his cheeks in full force, flushing him deep pink. “I didn’t think it would be—like this. Sorry, I’m just—”

“Aw, don’t be so nervous, sugar,” Jack purred, laying the charm on thick as he let Rhys’ badge fall against his chest, raising his fingers to brush the stray strands of hair back, “I wouldn’t have picked you outta the crowd if I didn’t like you.”

Rhys swallowed with a nod that Jack matched with a sultry wink.

Things were about to get fun.

Minutes later Jack found himself with his back arched up off the meeting room’s door with moans bubbling in his chest and his cock thick and slick in Rhys’ mouth. The boy had started off shy and slow, wary of those large, oft murderous hands that cradled his skull as he sucked Jack off, but his confidence had grown with the CEO’s pleasure and now he deftly hollowed his cheeks around the cock in his mouth. Jack could feel the boy’s tongue lap against the underside of his shaft, teasing and tapping sensitive skin.

“Oh baby…oh sweet baby boy…you’re so frikkin’ good at this…” Jack knotted his fingers a little tighter in Rhys’ hair, undoing any prior attempts to smooth it back. “They teach you this in college, or did you just pick it up as you went along? Or were you just—ah—blessed by talent?”

Rhys didn’t answer, but did moan around Jack’s cock at the praise. He inched closer, hands in his lap, still unsure of whether he was allowed to touch anything but the dick in his mouth. Jack smiled, happy to wring such noises out of the precious intern. He slid one hand down to cradle Rhys’ cheek, bringing the boy’s eyes up to look at him.

“I suppose whatever it is doesn’t  matter…you’re perfect, pumpkin. Not many are good enough to get their pretty lips wrapped around Handsome Jack’s cock.”

Rhys’ eyes fluttered in pleasure as he leaned forward, pushing past the limits Jack expected from him to swallow the tip of his cock down his throat, and any further coherent praise that danced on Jack’s tongue burst forth in a litany of mostly nonsense as his stomach squeezed in pleasure that wound all the way to his cock and shot down Rhys’ tight little throat. The moans emanating from the boy’s mouth brought Jack through the full swing of his orgasm until his knees felt a little like jelly and his fingers pressed hard into the boy’s skin and scalp. But Rhys hardly complained, sucking and licking Jack’s cock to completion and only pulling off when the CEO finally told him too.

“God…baby…Rhysie…” Jack moaned as his cock slid from Rhys’ lips, drawing spent cum behind it. “Dick-sucking skills like that and you’ll make executive in no time.”

“Is that a promise, sir?” Rhys chanced as he licked the remaining release from where it’d started to drip down his skin, a sight that nearly caused Jack’s dick to twitch again. He chuckled at the kid as he slid one finger down under his jaw.

“Tell you what, pumpkin.” Jack stroked underneath Rhys’ chin like he were a cat, admiring such obedience. “You don’t get hired after your internship? Call daddy, he’ll make you his very own personal assistant.”

Jack wasn’t about to let a mouth like that go to waste.

(Rival CEOs) They end up being so conscious of each other that eventually they start to pick of each other’s habits and quirks. It starts with a subconscious level: hand gestures, clicking pens, designs of their products. Then later on they end up mirroring things they unknowingly liked about each other: favorite colors, brands they use, foods they like, etc.

this is definitely something that happens, and definitely something that they would deny if ever asked about it c:

also i like the idea that their product designs become a little similar too, and consumers notice and speculate…

i can imagine jack like, on his own, buying rhys’ favorite flavor of ice cream or something just because he remembers rhys likes it so he wants to try it too

Kinktober Day 7: Body Swap

This sort of thing wasn’t supposed to happen.

Rhys didn’t even know it was possible. Hyperion had access to all kinds of bleeding-edge technology, but a full-on swap of two consciousnesses? Besides, even if technically possible, the odds of it happening on accident must’ve been astronomical.

And yet, here they were. Rhys, pacing around the office in the broad, clunky body of his boss, and Jack sitting with a surprisingly nonplussed expression and watching Rhys struggle to pilot a whole new set of legs from amused brown and blue eyes.

“You’re…you’re really not as concerned about this as I thought you might be,” Rhys hissed, his voice sounding strange in his own ears. It was Jack voice, one he’d heard a million times over in the man’s employ, yet paved over in Rhys’ panicked tone and uncertain rhythm. He crossed his arms tightly over his chest, the back of his neck pricking with sweat thanks to Jack’s excess of layers. Seriously, how did this guy survive, even with Helios’ state-of-the-art air conditioning?

“Chill, sweetheart, c’mon,” Jack snickered in Rhys’ voice, making him sound sleazier than usual thanks to the damn pet-names he so loved. “What’s the rush? Maybe if we’d been doused in acid it’d be one thing, but if the worst thing I gotta deal with is shacking up in my PA’s body for a couple hours, I think I can deal.”

“God, you’re so—what if something happens? What if I need to be Handsome Jack? Oh god—I—“ Rhys resumed his pacing, paralyzed at the thought. “—I can’t do that, no, we need to fix this sooner—“

He turned around and opened his mouth, hoping maybe this time he could convince Jack to do something, only to find that Jack had unzipped his fly and opened up his pants while Rhys had his back turned.

“What—what are you doing?” Rhys could feel his face heat up, though he had no clue whether it’d show up through the mask. He stalked over in horror, his hands raised and unsure of what he should do. Jack looked up and raised an eyebrow, adopting his current face’s signature annoyed expression, with a little more smugness laid over.

“What? I just want to take a peek at my new goods, Rhysie. Calm down,” Jack dismissed as he, to Rhys’ upset, went ahead and stuck his hand beneath the silky pair of blue and yellow underwear.

Rhys’ hand moved before he fully realized what he was doing. He grabbed at the moving lump in the briefs, freezing when his thick fingers brushed up against something hard and warm.

“I—h-hold on—“ He’d always fantasied about having Handsome Jack’s hand in his pants, but not like this. He moved to jerk away, only for Jack to catch him with the other hand and hold him in place as he leered up with a lewd expression Rhys would’ve been ashamed to have on his own face—if the cock in his pants wasn’t also twitching in interest.

“Easy, pumpkin,” Jack purred, moving Rhys’ palm against his cock, “look how much your body likes me…I always suspected, but it’s nice to get some confirmation.”

“I…” Rhys started, only for yellow cybernetic to lift from where they gripped his forearm to tangle in his shirt and yank him down. Their lips crushed together in a kiss led by Jack, who hungrily dug his teeth into Rhys’ lower lip before he thrust his tongue into his mouth. Rhys braced a hand against the back of Jack’s chair as he felt unbalanced forward, still unused to a more top-heavy form.

Jack finally broke their kiss with a gasp, leaving his cheeks colored pink. Jeez, did he really look that way when he made out with someone? Embarrassment and arousal mixed in his stomach, but thankfully Jack distracted Rhys from his own face as his hands trailed down to his crotch, deftly unbuckling the familiar belt.

“How’s about we start here, pumpkin? I know my way around this cock…and then some…” Jack purred, scooting his chair closer as he unzipped Rhys’ fly and peeled down the banana-yellow briefs. Rhys moaned as his dick pulled free, and god, Handsome Jack’s cock looked just as large and thick as his shameful gossip magazines claimed. Slim fingers carefully slipped around the shaft, sending tingles of pleasure dow into Rhys’ loins.

“You have no idea how often I’ve wanted to suck my own dick,” Jack’s lips slipped open, glistening from a quick flick of his tongue as he leaned in close.

“Talk about a happy accident, huh pumpkin?”

Rhys could only muster a gasp as Jack took the head of his cock into his warm, pink mouth.