Rhys gasped as he felt the fabric and fastenings of the corset start to tighten one more about his waist, forcing his straight torso inwards. He lay back against the bed, arms stretched out over his head as he patiently watched over his shoulder as Jack fawned over the corset.

“You’re looking beautiful, sugar,” Jack purred, placing one hand on Rhys’ bare shoulder blade as the other temporarily stilled, playing with the loose end of the cord as if debating whether he should tighten it further. “How you feeling? You want it tighter? You could have a beautiful, tiny little waist if we went a little tighter, sweetie.”

Rhys smirked playfully at the tone in Jack’s voice—he really was enjoying this, dressing Rhys up in such a pretty, bright blue corset. Rhys loved the color, Jack loved how well it complemented his tattooed skin. He played with the soft fabric of the pillow beneath his cheek as he looked back behind himself at his boyfriend.

“Think…I can go a little bit more. Just be gently, daddy,” Rhys purred, feeling Jack’s fingers stutter over the cord as he started to lace it tighter. Rhys’ smirk curled properly cat-like, pleased at how he could wind Jack up with just a couple words and a coy look. Not that Jack really needed to be wound—Rhys had already spotted the boner in his pants and prayed he’d decide to do something about it once he was finished fashioning Rhys a waist.

“Gentle as a butterfly, sweetheart,” Jack practically moaned as he pulled the corset tighter, cinching Rhys’ sides in further. Rhys let out a small gasp as the fabric pulled around him, holding his middle together in a flexible hug.

“Oooh yes, yes daddy, that feels nice,” Rhys cooed as he watched Jack deftly tie off the cord and sit back on his heels. Jack rubbed his chin, eyes roving up and down Rhys’ back.

“Lets turn you around, Rhysie…I wanna see how it looks.”

Rhys pushed himself up off the bed and turned over, reclining back on his elbows. His long legs stretched out against the yellow coverlet, painted toes wiggling playfully as Jack moved back to straddle his thighs.

“What do you think?” Rhys trailed his fingers down the front of his corset, leading Jack’s eyes over every little baby blue bow.

“Think I’ve got a beautiful boy here.” Jack lightly grasped Rhys’ hand before pushing it away and replacing it with his own. The added pressure of the broad palm against Rhys’ cinched waist made him squirm, his own cock hardening in his briefs.

“And now that I’ve got you all bound up and beautiful…” Jack growled, eyes darkening with lust as he leaned over Rhys’ prone form, “I’m gonna take my sweet time making you unravel.”