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Fluffy Xmas Rhysquez — baking Christmas cookies and/or watching A Muppet Christmas Carol for the third time this month

Day 5 of Requestmas! I hope you like this—it’s just sugary fluff. 

Neither Hugo nor Rhys was particularly good at baking—Hugo could cook well and good, while Rhys was just helpless with all things culinary—but at the very least they could follow simple instructions. And considering store-bought cookies just couldn’t hold a candle to the home-made stuff they both remembered from their childhoods, they’d decided to take the plunge and find the most basic recipe for gingerbread and sugar cookies they could find.

Hugo had been worried, especially since he’d once witness Rhys burn grilled cheese to an absolute crisp, but so far the baking was going smoothly. Rhys had managed to get himself splattered only once while he was creaming the butter and sugar together, and before long he had a decently sized ball of dense, oily dough ready to be rolled out into delicious cookies. Soon enough, Hugo had a sticky lump of gingerbread to join it, and they both spent a good couple of minutes picking at the raw dough before popping it in the fridge to chill.

The next hour or so was spend casually making out on the couch to the sound of The Muppets Christmas Carol playing for what was probably the fifth time this season. Before long, Rhys was snickering too much to keep up the kissing and the two settled besides each other to watch. But Hugo grew antsy as his belly started to growl, prompting Rhys to drag him towards the kitchen to cut and bake the cookies.

They had an odd menagerie of cookie cutters cluttering one of the many kitchen drawers, providing many options to shape the dough. They made a couple with more traditional shapes such as gingerbread men and christmas trees and bells, while also opting for some more bizarre alternatives such as cacti, unicorns, and dinosaurs.

“This one is you,” Rhys snarked as he cut a large teddy bear out of gingerbread, nudging Hugo with his hip. His boyfriend snorted, squishing his own cutter into the sheet of sugar cookie dough.

“Oh yeah, well this is you…” Hugo picked the dough away from the intricate snowflake design he’d cut out.

“Wow, really?” Rhys snorted, dabbing Hugo’s nose with flour and getting some in the man’s beard. “You’re so immature.”

“Says the one getting flour all over my face,” Hugo huffed, grabbing Rhys by the waist and smothering his lips with kisses, making sure to get all the flour on his boyfriend as Rhys wiggled and squeaked in faux outrage.

Baking time was spent with a little more hungry kissing before the smell of spice and sugar became too intoxicating to ignore and they just had to pull the cookies out of the oven, unable to wait a moment longer. Rhys nearly burned his tongue popping a gooey sugar cookie into his mouth, chewing the soft, piping hot sweet with a goofy smile on his face.

Hugo, to his credit, waited a couple of minutes before biting the head off a gingerbread reindeer.

They’d bought icing from the store—an open admittance that neither wanted to tackle anything involving whipping egg whites—as well as a variety of food coloring, sprinkles and various candies to decorate their cookies with. They mostly ignored the preexisting Christmas palette and just adorned their cookies with whatever colors they deemed fit. Rhys made almost all of his cookie with bright blue frosting, practically coating the treats with the stuff, while Hugo tried to keep a steady hand and make most of his designs tasteful, but Rhys kept “accidentally” nudging him and causing him to splatter frosting and ruin his beautifully pristine lines.

“Oh please, this isn’t the first time I’ve made you go off early,” Rhys teased when Hugo fixed him in a glare. The bigger man retaliated by squirting frosting over Rhys’ cheek.

“Oh, hmm, now there’s a familiar sight.” Hugo smirked as Rhys spluttered, grabbing a towel to wipe the frosting off of his face.

“Shut up,” Rhys grunted, picking up one of his messily decorate cookies and shoving it into Hugo’s mouth. The man let out a muffled chuckle, a couple crumbs escaping his lips and clinging to his beard.

A couple of cookies got destroyed in the ensuing scuffle, ending up in each other’s mouths or crushed on the floor, but soon enough the couple ending up laughing and kissing, their mouths dusted with sugar and frosting. Now armed with two tall, frosty glasses of milk and a plate piled high with the surviving cookies, they snuggled together on the couch, ready to watch whatever Christmas special was playing next on the TV.

22 for Rhysquez?

“Don’t you even think about touching that!”

Rhys froze, his body practically flattening up against the wall as he pulled his hand back from the thermostat as if it had burned him. Hugo was staring at him, brows furrowed and a frown building on his lips that told Rhys even his most pathetic pouts probably wouldn’t help.

“It’s not nearly warm enough, though!” Rhys complained, hugging his arms around himself as he shot Hugo a frustrated look. He rubbed his forearms for emphasis, chattering his teeth together. Hugo crossed his arms, remaining nonplussed. 

“It’s already warm in here, Rhysie, if you turn it up anymore I’m going to melt.”

“Ugh, it’s not my fault that you’re a frikkin’ beast covered in hair.”

“And it’s not my fault that you can’t put on weight to save your life,” Hugo sighed, enveloping Rhys in his arms and, more important, pulling him away from the temptation of the thermostat, “but we can at least fix your problem in other ways.”

“We could always shave you.”

Hugo grumbled, lip curling in distaste. 

“I think it would probably be easier and less messy to just wrap you up in blankets with some hot chocolate.” He kissed along Rhys’ ear, warm beard tickling against the young man’s cheek. “Maybe…get to some other stuff later on…really warm up your core.”

Rhys managed to laugh, honestly already feeling a bit warmer. Whether that was due to Hugo distracting him with a promise of sex or the man’s natural body heat, he couldn’t tell. He turned around in his boyfriend’s arms, resting his own around Hugo’s shoulder as he kissed the man’s cheek. 

“First things first….you said something about hot chocolate?”

Fic ask meme: 6 & 7?

6: hardest/easiest character to write for?

Jack is both easy and hard to write for depending on my mood lol. Rhys and Tim are pretty easy to write but Vaughn is also kind of hard for me??

7: hardest/easiest verse to write for?

Canonverse is hard for me because there’s a lot of things/places on Helios that weren’t ever really described in the games so having to think up those in ways that make sense is always a little challenging. Omegaverse is the easiest because I’ve already done a lot of personal wordbuilding with it and I have my ideas about it pretty set 

1.2k commission for @hyperionhugo! Rhysquez with suspension bondage and dom!Rhys, I hope this is good darling! 🙂

Hugo hated to admit that he wasn’t exactly bemoaning his current situation. Mostly because it was partially his own doing—his own weakness leading him to give in to his body’s baser demands.

But so what if he’d hired a dominant in secret? Being the big, strong, smart man that he was, with all this responsibility on his shoulders, he figured he’d earned a little leeway. A little chance to indulge in some of his more obscene interests, to hand the reins over to somebody who could be trusted and kept quiet when bribed with a fat enough stack of cash.

However, he really should have checked to see what or who the agency had decided to send over.

Hugo had nearly tossed Rhys out of his home when the young man had showed up on his doorstep, and to his credit, Rhys looked equally as disgusted and scandalized. But Hugo had already paid the dominant agency for their services beforehand, and considering the money was probably already in Rhys’ pocket and maybe even half-spent on the brand new dress clothes the young man was sporting, so he eventually let Rhys in with an acquiescent grumble.

To his credit, Rhys apparently managed to push past his initial annoyance and surprise at seeing the identity of his anonymous client, following Hugo as the older man lead him into a room that no one except himself and the contractor’s crew had ever seen. Hugo’s flourishing kink had led him to splurging a fat chunk of his most recent bonus on building such an addition within his residence, outfitting the secret room with both mundane furnishing such as a bed and pillows as well as kinkier items like the whips, crops, and paddles that hung from the adjacent wall. A sturdy wooden scaffold hung with dangling chains stood a few feet from the foot of the bed, while several shelves housed a variety of brightly colored toys and gags and cuffs.

Admittedly, when Hugo had started to create this room, he had mostly browsed through a catalogue of items and ordered whatever looked interesting or sent a tingle down to his crotch, and decided to let his hired dom figure out the rest.

“Well. Then. Here’s what….here’s what you have to work with, Rhys,” he grumbled, crossing his arms as he watched Rhys scan over his makeshift dungeon. The younger man hummed, nodding in interest before he turned to face Vasquez and shrugged his bag to the floor.

“This’ll work,” Rhys replied, a smile playing on his lips, “now let’s get naked.”

Vasquez didn’t want to admit that Rhys looked good, but tight black leather really suited the svelte young man in a way that he hadn’t expected. The briefs he were fit snug over his ass, and the razor-heeled leather boots he wore boosted him to tower even higher over Hugo than the lanky young man did normally. The sight made Hugo shiver with lust as he licked his lips.

“Sit on the floor,” Rhys purred, pressing a gloved hand against Vasquez’s shoulder when the man hesitated. He resisted for a moment, loathe to let Rhys order him around like this, but something in the tone of the young man’s voice plucked at the submissive string inside of him, and he settled onto the cushions on the ground, knees nestled against the plush fabric.

“That’s it, good boy.” Hugo hated the way he preened at the compliment. He was steadily sinking into the mind-space where he only wanted to please Rhys, to make his dominant happy and obey his every command.

“We’re going to try out that little suspension setup there. Is that okay?” Rhys cooed, trailing his finger down the slope of Hugo’s spine, making him shiver. Honestly, Hugo had been hoping that Rhys would go for that particular toy. Especially considering how expensive it had been.

“Yes, sir.”

“Good!” Rhys stated, sounded a little too peppy as he started buckling and tightening the bonds and harness that Hugo had slid on, pulling them flush against his skin, just shy of digging too harshly into Hugo’s flesh. The slight sting of pain against his body shot right to his cock, tenting softly against the leathery briefs.

“Don’t worry, you’ll be supporting by the back, waist, and hips, it shouldn’t hurt you much in that regard. If it does, then well….you know the safe word, don’t you Hugo?”

Hugo grunted. Rhys was definitely enjoying this more than a normal dominant would. Hugo let his eyes flutter shut, trying to pin a different face to Rhys’ voice as his hands flitted about the older man’s body, testing the bonds criss-crossing snugly around him.

Rhys hooked his finger into one of the steel rings pressed against Hugo’s chest, leading him up off the floor and towards the suspension scaffold, urging him back down to his knees. The dominant fiddled with the chain attached to the heavy wooden frame, setting about attaching it to the proper hooks on Hugo’s harness.

“Green light?” Rhys purred, stroking through Hugo’s hair as he gripped the winch grounding the chain that hung above the bound man. Hugo took a deep breath, chest expanding against the harness as he nodded.

Rhys’ sleek cybernetic cranked the winch with surprise ease, as if it were part of the machinery itself. Hugo twitched as the harness sudden tightened against his body, the chains above him tugging at the weight of his body as it started to lift him up off his knees and into the air. The ground grew further and further away, Rhys’ strength yanking his helpless form higher and higher.

Hugo was not used to this, swinging so far off the ground with his legs stolen out from under him. Instinctive fear tickled in his stomach as he swayed slightly, the bonds creaking against each other as they held him firm and high above the hardwood floor. Rhys circled around to face him, a devious little smile on his face as he leaned in close to Hugo, his eyes twinkling with erotic mirth.

“Like a big, hairy piñata,” Rhys teased, running his slim finger underneath Hugo’s square jawline, the tip brushing through the coarse, sweaty hair of his beard. Hugo’s lip trembled, trying to suppress a moan as Rhys’ kissed him affectionately on the cheek, before leaning up to bite at his ear.

“You like being helpless like this, don’t you Hugo? Bound and hanging in the air, completely at the whim of your worst enemy….” Rhys chuckled, tapping Hugo on the nose.

“Some might say you’re a fool for going through with this but…you know, whatever, as long as I get paid.”

Nerves fluttered in Hugo’s stomach, his helplessness truly sinking in as Rhys spoke to him. His mind suddenly rushed with fears—what if Rhys decided to blackmail him, or take pictures? What if he invited his sick little friends to come look as Hugo as he hung there without any way of getting him down? He started to breath heavily, more sweat starting to bead on his creased forward.

“Hey hey hey, woah, hold up—“ Rhys halted, his face suddenly far less malicious and much more…concerned? Wow, that was a weird look to see on his nemesis’ face. Hugo was slightly taken aback, a new blush fluttering on his cheeks as Rhys cupped his face with unusual gentleness.

“Red light, Hugo, red light, are you okay?”

“W….Why do you ask…” Hugo stammered, his mouth weirdly dry. Rhys sighed, rolling his eyes despite the relieved smile on his lips.

“Because it’s my job to ask…you need to tell me if I’m doing anything that make you start to panic, okay? That’s what the safe words are for.”

“I…I wasn’t panicking, you idiot, I’m not a child—“

“Don’t bullshit me, Hugo Vasquez, ‘kay? I get plenty of that from you at work. I mean, I wanna torment you a little bit, but it has to feel good for you too. Or else I might lose my job.” Rhys laughed nervously.

Hugo tried not to think about how the soft touch of Rhys’ hands was really doing a lot to soothe his nerves. After a moment of breathing, he closed his eyes and let out a long exhale.

“All right. I’m ready. Green light.”

“You sure this time?”

“Yes.”

“Good,” Rhys’ quickly sunk back into his dominant persona, the smug confident smirk regaining traction on his lips as moved to the wall, lifting up a sleek black crop and tapping it against the tip of his boot.

The dominant circled back around him, until he was behind Hugo. The crop quickly kissed the man’s hips between the straps of leather, leaving light red marks against his bulging skin.  Hugo grunted, starting to sway slightly either from the force of Rhys’ swats or his own responsive twitching. His cock was growing harder in his briefs, straining against the fairly tight leather.

“Do you want me to touch you, Hugo? Is that it? You want me to stroke you off?” Rhys slid the crop down the side of Hugo’s bound legs.

“How many times have you imagined putting me in my place, huh? Wanting to pull me down between your legs, force me to suck your cock? Or bend me over your desk, pinning my wrists down and making me cry out as you push yourself inside of me?”

His slim fingers picked at the hem of Hugo’s now unbearably tight leather briefs, pulling them down and letting the man’s heavy, hairy cock spring free. Hugo shivered, letting out a tight groan as he felt pre-cum bead and trail from the head of his cock, dripping in tiny white splatters on the sleek wood floor below. Rhys hand grasped the base of Hugo’s dick, giving the thick girth a tight squeeze. His nails pricked against the sensitive flesh, making Hugo cringe.

“Maybe if you’re good little boy, I’ll cut you down and mount you like a horse,” Rhys purred as he fisted the man’s cock, “take you for a ride. You’d like that, huh?”

Hugo nodded, sweat beading visibly along his temple. An amused chuckle cut through his hope, however, as the fingers of Rhys’ cybernetic hand dipped between his exposed cheeks.

“Not just yet, though. There’s a couple more toys I want to try on you first.”

Rhysquez / Gags

“You’re a mouthy little bitch,” Hugo snarled, gritting his teeth at the sight of the advancing omega, a shiver running down his spine at the confident smile crawling over Rhys’ face. He hated the fact that he had been bound by the younger, arguably weaker man, frustrated at being rendered helpless by an omega of all people.

“Now now, that’s not very nice of you,” Rhys purred, running his fingers up and down the straps that had bound Vasquez head to foot, leaving him to hang parallel, like a swing. The hairy man grunted, still struggling, though all it did was cause him to sway futilely.

“D…Don’t you fucking dare, you brat, if you know what’s good for you you’ll let me go right no–” Vasquez gasped as the bright yellow ballgag was suddenly forced between his lips, teeth digging into the rubber as Rhys deftly buckled it around his head, catching a bit of Hugo’s hair in the clasp.

“Ah ah ah!” Rhys purred, tapping the gag coyly as Hugo’s eyes narrowed with rage.

“My pretty, study little swing has no need to talk.” The omega patted Hugo’s nude crotch, before sliding his long legs to properly straddle the alpha’s hanging body, the restraints swaying and stretching with the new weight as Rhys smirked down at his bound victim.

Rhysquez 18? (Only if you want to.)

A bit of implied Rhack too. Slytherin Rhys is great stuff

“18: Private eye “knew they were trouble the moment they walked in”, falls for them anyway”

Hugo P. Vasquez knew exactly who it was who was standing in front of him in his office, even before the young man opened his mouth.

“—Rhys Somerset. I know. Everyone in this city knows who you are,” Hugo stated plainly, raising one thick eyebrow as a smile crept over the other man’s face.

“I suppose I should have presumed as much. Big smart detective like you,” Rhys smirked, placing his hands on his hips as he swayed close to Hugo’s desk. Hugo’s eyes flickered down, quickly noting a creamy little strip of skin between the hem of Rhys’ shirt and his tightly belted waistband. He could see the hint of some kind of blue tattoo creeping up his left hipbone, a stylized hook meant to lure him in. He grimaced.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Somerset, you’ll find I’m not as easy to seduce as some other men out there,” Hugo quipped as he pushed himself away from his desk, leaning back into his leather chair with a creak. Rhys laughed, like a mother laughing at the ignorance of their child, and bent forward, resting both hands on the edge of Hugo’s desk. The intricately engineered, bright gold hand glinted in the change of light, slats of sun spilling in from between the blinds behind Hugo’s head.

“All the better. Because I’m not exactly looking for just a quick fuck here. Though if that’s part of your price, I won’t be necessarily opposed.” Rhys’ lips might be smiling, but his eyes held a cold and calculating presence that commanded Hugo to listen, even as he groped around the drawer in his desk for a distracting cigar.

“Handsome Jack is missing.”

Hugo’s large fingers fumbled with the cigar box, sending it spilling into the belly of the drawer. Instead of swearing, however, he looked up, brows knit together in confusion.

“I….that’s impossible. I—the entire city must’ve seen him on the news only a couple hours ago. He was dedicating the new statue in Helios Park—“

“What you saw was a body double,” Rhys stated plainly, scratching his metallic forefinger against the thickly lacquered desk top, “Handsome Jack has been missing for several days now.”

Hugo sat still for a moment, trying to let this new information sink in.

“I…so…do you want for me to trawl the river for the body?”

“Handsome Jack isn’t dead,” Rhys hissed, sending a chill down Hugo’s spine. The flicker of displeasure and anger on Rhys’ features was quickly replaced by that smooth, placating smile as the young man circled around the table, turning Hugo’s heavy chair to face him as if the detective weighed little more than a feather.

“ ‘How do you know that’ you must be thinking. It’s simple. Jack promised me the only way he would die would be if I killed him. And I didn’t. So he must be alive.”

To Hugo, that sounded like a whole lot of bullshit, and the likelihood that they would find Jack’s corpse half buried in the park or dissolved in a vat of chemicals seemed high, given his reputation. But with Rhys’ fingers winding in his tie, the flat yellow grinding beneath the sleek, golden joints, and the cold blue eye searching his soul for doubt, he could only muster a quick nod and a shallow “okay.”

“Good,” Rhys purred as he released him, and only then did Vasquez realize just how close they had gotten. Rhys knee was up and resting on the seat between his thighs, and his other hand was resting comfortably on the detective’s shoulder, warning him to not dare try to move.

“Now,” Rhys trailed his finger up to the knot of Vasquez’s tie, swiftly sliding it loose, “lets talk about your payment.”  

Rhysquez, “falling”

“God damn it.”

Vasquez raises his head up, shaking off the grip of sleep that had begun to settle over him. He furrows his brows, wrapping his arms a little tighter around the smaller man he was spooning up against.

“What is it?” He asks, brows furrowing to match Rhys’, though Rhys looks decidedly less confused and more bewildered, annoyed, as he looks back up at Vasquez and says:

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

POV

The Jack advice columns in Hyperion Weekly were always Rhys’ favorites, for obvious reasons. 

Emulating Jack in every walk of life could only end in success, so naturally he loved hearing–reading, whatever–words straight from his hero’s mouth. Rhys’ had switched toothpastes and bought a different type of hair gel and had started drinking his coffee black based solely on the often rambling, always boisterous opinions Jack gave in these columns. 

Rhys was looking forward to this issue’s column in particular, though–the past one had promised that Jack would give advice on topics of a more romantic nature, and Rhys was pumped to see what he could take from his hero to spice up his current relationship. After all, Vasquez was pretty all right in bed, but there was just something missing. He blamed it mostly on alpha sexual tendencies–Rhys had learned, over the years of being sexually active, that alpha’s tended to focus on going directly from point A to point B without dwelling on much aside from their own knot. 

Rhys peeled open the crisp, brand-new issue, the smell of fresh ink making his nostrils twitch as he flipped past articles he might end up skimming later and landed directly on the advice column page. He practically pressed his nose into the magazine as he read, feeling heat prickle in his cheeks as he took in Jack’s lurid, almost grotesque way of describing his unique brand of lovemaking. Rhys wasn’t exactly sure he wanted to step on ripe peaches with his bare feet, nor was he really interested in seeing Vasquez wearing a cowboy hat and tattered jean shorts, but once Jack got to the topic of erotic asphyxiation Rhys swore he felt his dick twitch in his pants.