Kinktober Day 5: Sadism/Masochism

Typically Jack was the one who liked to drag his teeth and nails all over Rhys’ body—he could hardly resist, not when Rhys scratched and bruised so beautifully.

But sometimes he liked to experience new things, and when he slipped his fingers into Rhys’ mouth, only for his boyfriend to clamp down and bite them, something new spiked up in his groin.

“Oh, baby, got some nasty little chompers on you huh?” Jack purred at the pain lancing through his fingers. Rhys had already released them, looking a little ashamed of himself for biting his boyfriend, but Jack’s eyes already glittered with lust and interest.

“Those things can really do some damage….you been holding out on me, sweetheart?” Jack pressed his thumb against Rhys; upper lip, pushing it out of the way to examine those pearly whites a little further. Rhys’ smile always looked dazzling, but now that Jack new how badly they could hurt he paid his teeth a little more mind.

“Wh…what’re you doing?” Rhys mumbled, eyebrows furrowing together at Jack’s sudden fixation. They’d been in the middle of their usual foreplay when Rhys bit his fingers, but now Jack had a new plan.

“I wanna see what else you can do with that little mouth of yours, sweetheart. You know, really let me have it.” Jack tilted his chin up and exposed his neck, pointing towards the soft skin of his throat to drive the point further home. “C’mon. Nothing wrong with trying something new, huh?”

Soon enough Jack got Rhys on top of him, straddling his hips as he laid back against the bed, taking Rhys’ usual position. Jack kept his hands on his boyfriend’s ass, squeezing it tight as Rhys brought his lips against Jack’s neck. He could feel the hesitation in Rhys’ breath, the young man less practiced than his partner when it came to dishing out the rougher sort of fun.

“C’mon, Rhysie, don’t be shy,” Jack mumbled, giving Rhys’ rear an encouraging little pinch. “Go on, really give it to me.”

Finally Rhys opened his jaw wider, lips pulling over those perfect teeth. Jack shuddered with newfound pleasure as Rhys pressed the points of his canines against his skin, testing its give a moment before biting down properly.

“Yes,” Jack growled at the sudden pressure and fine pinpricks of pain, his fingers digging harder into Rhys’ ass, “god, harder Rhysie, harder.”

Now with the taste of Jack’s blood in his mouth, Rhys had no problems biting deeper into his boyfriend’s neck.

Kinktober Day 5: Shotgunning

Sometimes, when Rhys got into a particular state of mind, all he wanted to do was to sit in Jack’s lap, no matter what he was busy with. Jack never found himself particularly opposed to it, not even now, when he was winding down with one of his nice cigars. Jack didn’t smoke all that often, but today he’d just been itching for one of them.

Rhys walked in just as he started to light it up, though he didn’t bother to stop as his boyfriend approached the desk. Rhys had one of his favorite outfits on—a nice pair of jean shorts and a blue crop top that showed off a nice fat sliver of his belly. Jack liked it plenty too. Lots of exposed skin, and not too complicated to get off.

“What are you doing, daddy?” Rhys circled around the desk and slid into Jack’s lap as soon as he got close enough, one arm hooking playfully around his neck. The CEO smirked, one hand going to its customary place on Rhys’ lower back as he cradled the smoldering cigar with the other.

“Nothing much, sweetie. Just relaxing.” Jack leaned in to press a small kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth. Rhys chased him as he pulled away, licking his lips and keeping close.

“You taste really good, daddy…” Rhys’ eyes drifted to the cigar smoking between Jack’s fingers. “That must be it…can I try?”

Jack’s looked from the cigar to Rhys, a good-natured chuckle rumbling up from his chest. He relaxed further into his chair, thoroughly enjoying Rhys’ behavior.

“I dunno, sugar, it might be too much for you…don’t want you to cough those pretty pink lungs out, huh?” Jack’s hand slowly drifted up his boyfriend’s back, tickling his spine beneath the clingy thin fabric of his crop top. Rhys feigned a pout and lightly kicked his legs.

“Awww, come on. Please? Please, daddy?”

Jack had never been serious about denying him, but he still cocked his head and pretended to think.

“Well…actually, I think I’ve got a plan that’ll work out.” Jack’s hand urged Rhys to sit a little closer as he brought the cigar to his lips. The smoldering tip glowed bright for a moment as Jack inhaled, holding the smoke in his mouth. He rested the cigar in the ashtray on his desk as he turned back to Rhys, his fingers running up to tangle in the boy’s hair as he brought their lips together.

Rhys made the most delectable sound as Jack breathed the smoke out into his mouth, sharing the spice and burn between them. He squirmed in his lap, thighs sliding attractively together as he relished in the feeling of Jack’s lips on his and the smoke filling his mouth, drifting down his throat and up into his nose.

When Jack finally pulled away Rhys eyes looked dazed and his smile spread in a lazy curve. His lips parted slightly, letting smoke curl out in pretty tendrils from both ends.

“Mmm, that was really nice,” Rhys purred as his tongue flicked out like a kitten’s. He lifted his finger to trail underneath Jack’s chin, brushing against the slight stubble.

“Yeah?” Jack’s hand fell from his hair down to the back of his neck where it squeezed, gentle yet possessive, with just the amount of pressure Rhys liked best. “You better say thank you, baby, since daddy shared his fancy cigar with you.”

“Oh, you’re right. Don’t want to forget my manners.” Rhys fingers brushed against Jack’s stomach as they trailed downwards. “Though a verbal thanks won’t be enough, I think.”

Jack spread his legs as Rhys’ hand rested atop his crotch, figuring he could always finish that cigar after Rhys was done properly thanking him.  

Kinktober Day 4: Spitroasting

Jack and Tim were practically identical—as they should be, too, considering how much money Jack had sunk into his doppleganger’s surgery. But apparently all that cash and personal inspections meant nothing to Rhys, who insisted he take a closer look and make sure Tim and Jack were exactly the same.

Jack was pretty sure Rhys just wanted an excuse to get Tim’s cock in his mouth, but whatever. Rhys’ occupation with Timmy’s pretty, sculpted member gave Jack full access to his boyfriend’s rear. Rhys didn’t bother protesting when Jack stuck the first lube-slicked finger in so he kept going, eventually sliding in between Rhys’ tight cheeks as he licked up and down Timothy’s shaft.

“Oooh,’ Rhys moaned into Tim’s crotch as Jack in sunk up to the hilt. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, a bit of pre-cum already glistening on his chin. “Hmmm.”

“What, cupcake?” Jack raised his eyebrow as he started to rut shallowly inside of Rhys, rocking him slightly forward against Tim’s groin.

“You know…think he’s a little bit thicker than you are…” Rhys licked the drop of cum from his chin, smile a challenge to Jack’s ego. The CEO punctuated his growl with a sharp thrust that earned him a giggling gasp.

“Watch yourself…and even if Timmy is a bit thicker, he can’t match me when it comes to power. You just wait.”

Tim’s expression was stuck between pleasure and nerves as Rhys turned back towards his cock and took it into his mouth, sucking it midway down the shaft as he teased the tender flesh with his tongue. He had his hands placed on Rhys’ shoulders, passively holding him like he wasn’t sure how rough he could get with his boss’s boyfriend.

Jack smirked, bracing a hand against the small of Rhys’ back as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, seeking out the familiar spots inside of him. Even if there were differences between he and Tim, that was nothing he couldn’t make up for with experience.