Kinktober Day 8: Sex Work

Tim had never been to the opera before. Much less in a private box.

But considering he wasn’t the one footing the bill, he tried not to let it bother him. No, instead he tried just to sit pretty and poised in the suite he’d been given at the beginning of this “date.”

“Are you enjoying the show, darling?” A now-familiar, posh voice to his right spoke as a slim hand came to rest on his thigh. Tim shivered at the slight scrape of those long blue nails against the fabric of his dress pants, his attention shifting from the singers on-stage to the woman sitting beside him.

Aurelia looked beautiful and terrifying at the same time. Honestly, Tim wondered how someone as plain as him could’ve attracted the attention of such a wealthy, magnificent alpha. There were plenty of other omegas at the agency he considered far more eye-catching then himself, yet Aurelia had picked him out of the bunch, even with his messy hair and excess of freckles, to accompany her. He shyly smiled, not even trying to hide his blush. He couldn’t help it—her icy blue eyes ignited pleasant feelings in his stomach, and though he knew she’d only paid for his services through dinner and a show, he secretly hoped she’d choose to add onto their evening. The hand that rubbed sensually up and down his thigh seemed promising, as did the powerful scent beginning to creep over her cloud of perfume.

“You really are a charming, handsome young man, aren’t you Timothy?” Aurelia growled, her nails digging slightly into the meat of his leg. Tim bit his lip, his stomach doing a flip-flop inside of him. The warbling of the singers on-stage started to blend together, irrelevant under the interested tone of Aurelia’s voice.

“Do…do you really think so…?” He mustered after a moment, squirming in his seat as he felt a slight twitch in his pants. He pulled his teeth against his lower lip, knowing if he started getting slick it would be over for the both of them. Neither would be able to resist.

“Of course, darling. You’re so…earnest. And so very humble.” Aurelia leaned in, bright blue stole falling slightly against her chest. “Much better than some of the omegas I’ve taken out.”

“O-Oh, well…thank you…” Tim’s breath caught in his throat as the hand on his thigh lifted, this time coming to rest on the bulge of his crotch. “Um…”

“I think I’ll be adding onto your time. And don’t worry dear, no one will notice us.” Her red lips pulled in a lusty grin, eyes flitting sideways. “That Hyperion bastard and his brat might hear us in the box over but…well, I don’t much care about what they think.”

Tim didn’t know either of those people, but with Aurelia’s hand where he needed it most and tens of feet above the audience, their eyes already focused on the show on stage, he couldn’t muster up much reason to deny her.

Kinktober Day 8: Blood/Gore

Tim and Jack are like…chupacabra dudes or something? I just didn’t want to do vampires cause they’re boring.

It’d been quite awhile before Jack had preyed on someone that smelled this sweet.

Though aggravated he had to share his prize with Timothy, it did little to damper his hunger as they dragged the struggling victim off into the park bushes. The moonlight cast long shadows against the grass, providing plenty of cover for the two of them so they could properly feed. Not that there was anybody inside of the park anyway—this young man had been the first human they’d seen in several hours.

Tim clamped a clawed hand over their prey’s lips, his other arm wrapped tight around his chest and pinning his arms to his sides. Jack crawled up between the young man’s legs, knees crushing the dry leaves beneath them as he admired the length of pale skin revealed by bright blue jogging shorts.

“Oh, he’s pretty,” Jack purred, licking his long teeth as he placed his hands against their prey’s legs, pushing them down towards the grass. “Good job, Timmy. You can have the neck first.”

The young man bucked at Jack’s words, struggling as Tim pulled the collar of his shirt down, exposing more flesh. The terror in his eyes was tangible, only sharpening Jack’s hunger as he laid down on his stomach, head between the boy’s legs.

“His heart’s beating so fast,” Tim murmured as his gums pulled back, fangs curling out over his lip, “don’t drain him too quickly.”

“Ooh, it’s gonna be hard with how sweet he smells.” Jack nuzzled against their prey’s inner thigh, feeling the tantalizing pulse of blood against his lips. He felt it when Tim finally bit into the boy’s neck, iron scent pricking at Jack’s nose just as a strangled moan of pain kissed his ears. He licked his lips and opened his mouth, fangs out and starving for blood.

He pressed his teeth against the soft flesh of their victim’s inner thigh, easily penetrating into the soft flesh. He moaned as the taste of blood flooded his mouth, so sweet and thick as it spilled over his tongue. Pain twitched through the boy’s legs even as Jack kept them pinned to the grass, any resistance easily quelled by the two bloodsuckers as they drank their fill.

Jack left one large, gory bite mark on the boy’s thigh before switching to the other, until matching splotches of red colored both legs. He lapped the remaining droplets of blood from his lips, looking up to see Timothy still latched onto their prey’s neck. The young man’s head had long listed to the side, his sunken eyelids twitching. Jack sat up, pressing a hand against Timothy’s face until he dislodged his fangs from their prey’s neck.

“H-Hey, what’s the big idea? I’m not done yet,” Timothy whined and wiped his mouth as Jack carefully took the limp body of their victim from him. Jack could feel the pulse if lifeblood still inside him—diminished but not quite dying.

Usually, Jack would be content to suck their targets dry, but he felt an odd attachment to this one. Maybe because he was cute, maybe because his blood had tasted especially good. Either way, plans were stirring in Jack’s head, plans that required their prey to stay alive.

“You’ll get more later, once he’s all healed up…” Jack purred, stroking his clawed hands over the pale, still-warm skin of the young man’s face. “He’s gonna be coming home with us.”

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.

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.

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy Kink, Cock Worship

“You really love daddy’s cock, don’t you sugar?” Jack purred as he stroked his fingers through Rhys’ hair, gazing with dreamy lust down where he was busying himself kissing the side of Jack’s shaft. Rhys didn’t respond—at least not in words—instead pressing his loose, slightly damp lips against the soft skin of Jack’s cock.

“Mouth full, huh? Well, no worries baby. I’ll let you enjoy your special treat.” Jack tried to keep his patience and not just grab Rhys by the back of the head and force him on his cock already. Though he enjoyed screwing rough and fast most of the time, occasionally he didn’t mind lying back and letting Rhys do as he pleased, even if he ended up moving slow as hell. Sometimes it felt good to be properly savored.

And boy was Rhys savoring Jack’s cock like it was an expensive steak laden with all the equally expensive trimmings. He kept his eyes at half-mast, eyelashes almost kissing his cheeks as he licked and sucked from the base of Jack’s cock all the way up to the tip, where he slid his tongue against the small pearl of cum beading there. Jack stroked affectionately through Rhys’ hair, his fingers digging in just a little bit harder whenever Rhys got a little bold and enveloped more of Jack’s cock in his mouth.

“Oooh, yes. That’s the ticket, babe. Just like that,” Jack moaned, chin tilted back slightly as Rhys sucked the head of his cock into his mouth, the tip of his tongue stippling lovingly against the sensitive flesh. Jack looked down just in time to see Rhys’ smile, the sight way too cute for someone who had a dick in his mouth. Jack shuddered, nearly coming from affection alone.

God-damn. Sometimes it really did pay to take things slow.

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy Kink, Corset

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.”

Kinktober Day 5: Feederism

Try as he might, Jack couldn’t get over the jealousy that’d been brewing inside of him ever since his date with Rhys last night.

No one had hit on his boyfriend, or even said anything untoward to him, no. Honestly, the date had gone pretty smoothly, and Rhys looked happy and pleased with his plate of surf and turf.

A little too pleased, actually. The moan Rhys had let out the moment that delicate piece of buttered lobster tail had touched his tongue was still burned into Jack’s mind, fueling his fuming into the next day.

Jack always cooked his best meals under stress.

Rhys walked in just as Jack placed the finishing touches, rounding the corner into the kitchen with a confused look on his face. Before he had a chance to ask what exactly Jack was up to, he was already pushing Rhys into the living room and down into a chair.

“Uh…whatever you’re doing, it smells good?” Rhys smiled through his confusion as Jack tied a napkin around his neck and gave him a small pat to the shoulder. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, no occasion sugar, can’t I just spoil my favorite Rhysie whenever I feel like it?” Jack called as he hopped back to the kitchen, retrieving the meal hidden under the ornate cloche and a bundle of silverware before returning to Rhys’ side. He raised his eyebrows at the single plate as Jack pulled up another chair right besides him and unfurled the silverware onto another napkin, this one a deep golden-yellow.

“You’re not going to eat anything?”

“Later, baby, later. Right now, I wanna just focus on you.”

“Okaaaay.” Rhys looked skeptical, but couldn’t be too concerned when Jack pulled up the cloche and revealed the dish underneath. A pretty broiled filet mignon, topped with lobster baked in truffle butter, paired with tender macaroni and cheese and some crispy brussels sprouts. Jack preened with pride at the look on Rhys’ face.

“I know you had a fancy dinner last night, pumpkin, but I guarantee you this is gonna blow that outta the water.” Jack gently pushed away Rhys’ hands with a tut as he reached for the knife and fork.

“Is…is that what this is about? Jack, you don’t have to prove you’re better at cooking, I already—“ Jack shushed his boyfriend with a wave of his hand before he started to cut into the steak, the juices flowing out red and lustrous over the plate. Jack could see Rhys licking his lips out of the corner of his eyes. He smirked, spearing the piece of steak and part of the lobster on the fork before he raised it up to Rhys’ mouth.

“Here. Taste.” Rhys didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned forward, taking the delicate bite from the fork and finally giving Jack his long-sought after moan.

Something satisfying rolled in his stomach as he watched Rhys relish in the food, a pleased smile spreading over his face as he swallowed.

“Mmmm, oh god Jack,” Rhys practically purred as he opened his eyes halfway, lapping the drop of butter and tender juice from his lips. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jack grinned as he scooped up a forkful of the macaroni, pairing it with the brussels sprouts before bringing it to Rhys’ lips. Another moan rolled up from his boyfriend’s throat as he chewed, noise again going right to Jack’s dick.

“It’s perfect,” Rhys complimented, fawning tone in his voice almost too thick, but if even if he was just buttering him up, playing the part, Jack didn’t care. He found himself far too into feeding Rhys, hearing the pleasure in his voice as he filled him with food.

Soon enough the plate was cleared of every last scrap of food, the meal disappeared down into Rhys’ satisfied belly. He licked his lips and placed a hand atop his middle. Jack’s fingers snaked over, eager to feel, but Rhys’ pushed him back with with a coy grin.

“Oh no, not yet, handsome. What about dessert?”

Jack’s heart stopped. Shit. He hadn’t even planned any dessert.

But he always took pride in thinking on his feet.

“Dessert? Sure, pumpkin.” Jack patted Rhys’ thigh before rising to his feet, trying to ignore the arousal brewing in his stomach for just a little bit longer. “You just sit tight, cupcake, I’ll bring it right out.”

Maybe once he plied Rhys with the fanciest ice cream sundae he could throw together, the kid would let Jack get his hands on him.

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.