Timothy was lucky he could please the lich queen like this, but with each passing day in her lair it felt less and less likely she would ever let him go.
“You’re so handsome like this, darling,” Aurelia purred down upon him, her breath chilling goosebumps all along his skin. It was a bit difficult to get used to her temperature, even with cloth and armor separating his body from her clammy skin, but even so the movement of her hands over his thighs as she pulled them apart had warm pleasure tingling deep inside of him.
She laid both of his ankles over the arms of his throne, the ornate metal skulls and crystals keeping him pried open so she could access the space between his legs. He felt like a toy in his grasp, her long legs extending out well past his own, disappearing over the edge of the throne where the hem of her ice-encrusted cape swirled. His head barely came up to her chest where no heart beat against the back of his skull, and yet the words she spoke when she started to stroke his cock and slip her cold claws inside of him felt full of care and warmth odd for a member of the undead.
“You have no idea how boring it was before you came. Every other human who dared sign a contract would waste away before long but you…you’ve lasted and I’m so proud.”
Tim hugged himself, unsure where to put his hands on the baroness’s body as she played with him, her frigid touch only kindling his hapless arousal. His brother had always teased him about his affection towards capable, powerful women, and yet he’d never imagined himself sitting in the lap of an undead baroness a good couple heads higher than he was.
Warmth flooded outwards from his groin to the tips of his fingers and toes when he finally came, and morbidly he wondered if the only thing keeping him alive in Aurelia’s presence were the orgasms she loved to wring out of him, but as she curled him up and tucked him against her like a fragile kitten, he figured it best to let his eyes slide shut and not dwell too hard on it.
Usually, when Jack wanted to experiment with rope play, he would bind Rhys from head to toe and leave him completely immobile. Rhys didn’t mind this, especially when Jack took the time to properly worship and savor his helpless body, but he couldn’t deny he liked having use of his hands on those days when Jack felt too lazy to bind him up beyond his torso, neck and hips.
And Jack was feeling very lazy, sitting on the couch and waiting expectant for Rhys to return from the kitchen.
Though his arms were mostly free of the woven blue ropes Jack liked best they still wrapped pretty tightly around his upper thighs, rendering him unable to walk quicker than an awkward little shuffle. He had to be fairly careful once he finished Jack’s drink and balanced it atop a delicate little serving platter, as one stumble or slip up could send the thin-stemmed glass tumbling end over end and spill all over the floor, and if that happened Jack wouldn’t be happy. And this evening, Rhys only wanted to please his master.
“I hope this is to your liking, sir,” Rhys affected a polite tone as he knelt besides where Jack sat on the couch, offering up the drink to Jack—though his greedy eyes veered away from the competently crafted drink and to Rhys’ naked body. He traced the criss-cross of the ropes and the keyhole loop around his neck, before he looked at his face.
“You’re such a good boy, Rhysie…so good to your master.” Jack petted him gently, brushing his hair back, before lifted the drink off the tray and taking a small sip. He smacked his lips, letting out a gratified sigh.
“Remember when you could barely pour a beer, pumpkin? You’ve learned so well. You just needed to get properly motivated.”
Jack uncrossed his legs as he took a longer sip, closing his eyes as he gave the young man a nice view of his bulge. Rhys licked his lips but stayed in his servile position—with the serving tray now sitting on the floor and his arms tucked behind his back—knowing well that patience and flattery would earn him what he really wanted before long. Especially considering how quickly Jack was pounding back this drink.
Jack was expecting all tender, creamy skin when he finally stripped Rhys of his angular, CEO regalia—and while much of what he found was as pretty and soft to the touch, when he ran his hand down from Rhys’ collarbone down to his shoulder his fingers brushed up against something raised and rough.
Rhys mumbled a soft noise into their kiss as Jack slid his undone shirt over his shoulder, revealing where the flesh joined the upper part of his cybernetic arm. Jack couldn’t stop himself from looking out of his periphery even as he continued to kiss Rhys, catching sight of where his fingers pressed up against the scars emanating out from the metal socket. His fingers traveled along the ridges of tissue, finding their patterns messier than he expected from mere surgery scars.
Jack pulled away from Rhys’ lips with an inquisitive sound, carefully pressing him back against the bed when the omega shot him a questioning glance.
He stretched Rhys’ cybernetic arm out against the bed, lightly holding it down by the bicep as he leaned over his shoulder and took a closer look.
Rhys’ scar was far less old than Jack’s own, those that laid against his arms and torso in faded brown lines and silvery embossing. These were fresher and pinker, standouts against Rhys’ pale skin in a similar way to his tattoos. Perhaps less immediately striking, but all the more fascinating.
“Why’re you…looking at those…” Rhys mumbled, his lower lip sticking out. Obviously wishing Jack would go back to kissing him, and well—Jack would, in a moment.
He leaned down and pressed his lips, first right where flesh met Rhys’ cybernetic, then trailing outwards along the spreading path of his scars. As Jack kissed the annoyance slowly fell away from Rhys’ face, until he sighed and stroked Jack’s hair, encouraging more delicate touch against the rough skin.
“Wasn’t expecting something like this…” Jack murmured against the tail end of Rhys’ scar, where it petered off towards his chest. “You’re a little rougher around the edges than I thought, babe.”
He lifted his head, licking his lips as he gazed down at the omega beneath him.
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