“Look at them…” Jack chuckled, eyeing the meeting just beyond the window he had Rhys pinned against. “Going about their business…no clue what’s happening just a couple of feet away…”
Rhys moaned, his breath fogging against the glass as he rubbed his cock up against it. Jack’s thrusts were unusually slow and even, like he wanted to savor this for as long as he could. The idea of fucking Rhys within spitting distance of his stuffed-shirt board of directors seemed to tickle Jack to no end.
“Two-way mirrors…frikkin’ genius invented this, huh pumpkin? You can watch anyone you want and they’ll have no idea…no idea I’ve got my dick out and inside you right under their noses. Hah! Hilarious.” Jack breathed against the side of Rhys’ neck, one hand sliding up the glass to pin Rhys’ wrist against it. “Of course…helps to have my pretty partner and crime to make it really sweet.”
“S-So you won’t stop telling me…” Rhys panted as he rolled his hips back against Jack, only for the CEO to bounce a particularly hard thrust against his ass. He moaned as he cock smeared agains the mirror, right against the back of one of the director’s chairs.
“Hah. Look at that.” Jack’s other hand moved around to pet Rhys’ dick. “Wonder if I can make you jizz all over the table once I’m through with you. What do you think?”
Rhys only moaned in response, less interested in Jack’s grudge against the directs and more absorbed in his arousal. Not that the sight of the unknowing men and women in front of him wasn’t doing anything for him. It danced just on the edge of shame, just enough to whet Rhys’ dirtier appetites. The directors always hated Jack’s more flamboyant, extravagant ideas, even if they eventually conceded thanks to coercion or violence, so the idea of fucking so close to them as they droned about quarter projections and design deadlines was priceless.
Shit. Maybe Rhys was a little more interested in feeding Jack’s grudges than he’d initially thought. He grunted when Jack pressed him harder up against the glass, cock grinding deep inside of him.
“Might even…consider taking out the wall next time…could you imagine?”
Though Rhys felt he wouldn’t be caught dead standing naked in front of Hyperion’s top executives, such a deviant idea and the way Jack purred it into his ear like a filthy secret had Rhys arching his back and coming, cock splashing an arc up against the mirror and over the impassive forms of the huddled executives.
“Mmm. You really creamed Derkowitz good…” Jack hummed in approval as he roughly pulled his cock out of Rhys’, taking the shaft in hand and shifting to stand a little right of Rhys’ shaky form. “Let’s see if I can get an even better shot.”
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Kinktober Day 25: Olfactophilia (Scent)
Jack had been gone for a few days already, and Rhys could hardly take it.
It wasn’t that Jack had never gone away before, but for some reason Rhys was struggling with it in a way he hadn’t before. He couldn’t quite place his finger on why but the sense of longing and loneliness persisted, and all he wanted was Jack back at his side with his strong hands and clumsy kisses.
He tried to distract himself with chores around the penthouse. He and Jack’s laundry still sat combined in the huge hamper, stuck together and in need of a clean. He focused on that for now, carrying the load over to the laundry room and starting to sort it.
Most of the clothes at the top were his, so he sorted them into neat piles, differentiating between lights and colors. He soon dug through to Jack’s clothes, picking out the items he’d worn the day before he’d left on his trip.
He pulled out Jack’s unicorn boxers and pants, digging through his pockets for anything Jack had left behind. Once he’d nearly washed Jack’s jeans with a prototype grenade in the pocket, so now he made it a habit. This time, however, he found nothing but lint and a crushed piece of paper with some gun designs scribbled on it, so he folded the pants up and set them aside.
Rhys pulled out Jack’s sweater next, and as soon as he touched its soft, worn fabric a sense of need washed over him. He held it up in front of his face, eyes scanning over each wrinkle snd stain. It was one of the most well-loved of Jack’s Hyperion-branded clothes, what he wore whenever he had a rough day and wanted to be lazy. Jack’s smell was soaked deep into the fibers, and when Rhys brought it to his nose and inhaled he could almost pretend his boyfriend was sitting here besides him.
He groaned into the sweater, the overwhelming scent of Jack stuffing up his nose. He pressed it close over his face, the fabric shifting with the movement of his breathing. He kept it clamped over his face with one palm, the other drifting down as arousal swirled in his stomach. He felt a little ashamed as he slipped his hand into his boxers but he couldn’t help it, he missed Jack that much, and this was the closest he could get right now.
He pumped his cock as he sniffled and huffed into Jack’s sweater, the man’s lingering scent pushing his orgasm up to the breaking point in no time. With a few more desperate strokes he came into his palm, a couple errant drops staining into his underwear.
He panted as he slowly pulled the sweater away from his nose, cheeks colored bright red even though no one was around to witness. He tossed Jack’s sweater in the pile before sliding his boxers off of his legs, putting it with the rest of his soiled clothes.
At least he’d been right in the middle of doing laundry.
Kinktober Day 25: Boot Worship
Rhys had just meant to try on Jack’s boots for a moment.
He found them tucked away in the back of Jack’s closet while trying to organize his formalwear. They didn’t look half bad and felt made from authentic leather, so he’d decided to put them on and model them around the bedroom for a split second, just to see what they looked like on him.
Jack wasn’t supposed to walk in while he was mid-strut.
“Kitten…what are you doing in daddy’s boots?” Jack snickered from the doorframe, arm leaned up against it as he looked Rhys up and down. He paid special attention to the boots, which didn’t help Rhys’ embarrassment as he plopped down on the bed and struggled to take them off.
“Sorry, I, um—I don’t know what I was thinking, they look dumb on me anyways—“ He started to babble, only to pause as Jack pushed himself off the doorframe and strode on over, coming to kneel right where Rhys sat on the bed.
“Sure’s been awhile since I’ve seen these beauties…and they saw me through some rough times.” Jack trailed his finger down the shin of one of the boots, the pressure light but just enough that Rhys could still feel it. “You know, they don’t look half bad on you, pumpkin. Actually, you look pretty damn sexy wearing my shoes.”
“Huh? You…you think so?” Rhys replied, bewildered. He expected Jack to mock him until he finally wrenched the boots off his feet and threw them back into the closet, but Jack was acting…weirdly into it.
“Oh yeah, babe. Think I don’t like it when you wear your usual heels? Seeing something of mine on you just makes sit even better.” Jack cradled the heel of the boot with his other hand, before bringing the toe up to his lips in quick kiss. Followed by another, and another, until Jack’s mouth and tongue trailed lightly up the well-worn leather, leaving little damp patches in their wake.
Rhys’ heart leapt in his chest at the sight, suddenly a lot less interested in getting the boots off. Hell, maybe if things got a little hot and heavy, Jack would even let him keep them on
He liked the idea of that very much.
Kinktober Day 25: Tickling
The moment Jack discovered Rhys was ticklish he knew he’d never let his boyfriend live it down.
It’d happened a few times while they were touching or cuddling—Jack would trail his finger down Rhys’ thigh or kiss under his neck and squeeze a little titter out of him. It amused him just as much as it annoyed Rhys, and doing it on purpose was a one-way ticket to the couch for the evening. Not that Jack let that stop him. In fact, he’d kept on wondering exactly how ticklish Rhys was, and how many frustrated giggles he could wring out of him if he poked and prodded the right spots.
One morning Jack decided to take things to the next level. He padded quietly into the kitchen, spying where Rhys stood in front of the toaster waiting for his bagel to pop up. He was distracted, picking at his nails. Jack grinned as he prowled up behind him, shooting his hands up and underneath Rhys’ sleep shirt.
Rhys instantly squealed, his entire body hunching over as Jack mercilessly tickled his middle. Yup. Definitely the spot. Jack snickered as Rhys squirmed and flailed wildly about, whacking Jack’s hands and begging him to stop in between breathless pants.
“J-Jack, I—I mean it, don’t—!” Rhys wailed, but the CEO wasn’t through yet, he wanted to figure out where else his boyfriend was ticklish. He clamped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the hand of the other moving down towards his thighs to test those out, only to stop when it got to the young man’s groin.
Rhys bit his lip and shut his eyes tight, cheeks bright red. Jack had figured that’d been because of the tickling, but as his palm pressed against the bulge in Rhys’ shorts he realized there was something more.
“Pumpkin.” Disbelief lifted Jack’s tone. “Are you…are you hard?”
An annoyed whine slipped between Rhys’ lips.
“You didn’t…I didn’t want you to tickle me…” He frowned, trying to wriggle out of Jack’s arms but the older man held him close, hand now squeezing with interest over Rhys’ crotch.
“Hoo boy. Didn’t think that would happen,” Jack snickered, starting to massage Rhys’ cock. “You hiding any more freaky little kinks in there, sugar?”
When Rhys didn’t reply Jack trailed a delicate circle in Rhys’ stomach that earned him a shiver. The hand holding his cock moved just as slowly and softly, teasing Rhys’ accidental arousal.
“Guess I’ll just have to see how many I can wring outta you.”
Kinktober Day 24: Leather, Pegging
Wilhelm was certainly the big, stoic type, and while Aurelia usually preferred her lovers to be a little more talkative, the noises Timothy was making between them more than made up for it.
“You’re such a beautiful, darling little pet, Timothy,” she trilled, running leather clad fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips along the shaft of her bright blue strap on. He knelt on all fours on the small side table between them, rocking forward slightly as Wilhelm started to work him open with his cock. The studded leather gloves wrapped around the enforcer’s hands creaked as he gripped Timothy tightly by the hips, the one noise escaping his lips small grunts as he sunk inside.
But the sounds falling from Tim’s lips were divine, kissing Aurelia’s ears like a finely played sonata. She could feel ghosts of vibrations down through the silicone of the strap-on and against her own groin, sending little shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Timothy would certainly be taking care of those later, once she and Wilhelm thoroughly ravished him.
“Open, up, dearest, lets see those pretty teeth,” Aurelia cooed, other hand gripping Timothy’s jaw and popping his mouth wider. He went eagerly with her guidance, lips wrapped around the head of the strap on. He bobbed his head, slicking the blue material with saliva as he struggled to take it all with Wilhelm plowing into him from behind, leather chaps rubbing up against the back of his thighs.
Timothy moaned after a particularly rough thrust, one of his hands lifting to grasp at the silky fishnets wrapped around Aurelia’s legs. She smiled, pleased as he grabbed at her for purchase, seeking his mistress’s presence and comfort.
“There there, you can take it. I know you can, darling. You’ve taken so much already.” She leaned her hips in closer, allowing Timothy to grab the hem of her blue leather skirt as he pushed more of her cock in his mouth with a low mewl.
“Wilhelm and I both think you’re absolutely lovely…don’t we?” She cooed, trying to get a response out of her muscular companion, but Wilhelm only nodded, the leathery palm of his glove smacking Timothy’s ass and causing him to start. Aurelia sighed and continued cradling their young lover’s head, keeping him balanced and comforted as he was rawed red and smarting from behind.
Kinktober Day 23: Size Difference
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.
Kinktober Day 23: Shibari, Master/Slave
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.
Kinktober Day 29: Sleepy Sex, Massage
“Ugh,” Rhys moaned as he flopped down on the couch and planted his face into a pillow. His entire upper body smarted, like it did sometimes when he exerted his cybernetic arm too much. He didn’t remember doing too much physical today, but regardless, his muscles ached.
Thankfully, Jack was there to lend a helping hand.
“Just lie back, sugar. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Jack straddled him from behind, rolling the hem of Rhys’ undershirt up until it exposed most of his back. The young man hummed, turning his head to the side to look up at Jack as broad hands, slicked with scented oil, started to work into his tightened muscles.
“Oh…oh man, yes. That’s it…” Rhys moaned, body and eyes feeling heavy and relaxed as Jack rubbed and kneaded his back. He never knew his boyfriend to be so skilled with his hands, but oh he was just melting into this. A pleased smile spread over his lips as the smell of lavender and rosemary filled his nose. Jack’s fingers worked into the tense tissue, massaging it out until he lay so loose and lazy on the couch that he barely reacted when Jack’s hands started to move a little bit lower.
Rhys let out a small, interested moan when Jack’s oily digits started to peel back the waistband of his boxers. He wiggled languidly against the couch, holding his pillow to his face as Jack’s hands cupped his ass and started to gently stroke against the skin.
“Mmm…not sore down there…” Rhys murmured, against the fabric of his pillow. Through a half-closed eye he could see Jack over his shoulder, smiling sleepily at the lustful look on his boyfriend’s face.
“Well, not yet, pumpkin.” Jack winked, giving Rhys’ ass a firm rub.
“Don’t be too rough…” The young man mumbled after a moment, honestly just relaxed into the smell of the aromatic oils and the pressure of Jack’s hands. Still, pleasured feelings warmed in his groin as Jack caressed his ass, slipping a finger in between his cheeks to brush oil up against his hole. Rhys twitched, hips lazily rising up from the couch to meet his boyfriend’s palms.
“Oh, I’ll be delicate as a flower, sweetheart. Don’t you fret,” Jack whispered, fingertips stroking over Rhys’ entrance as he left more skin burnished with oil. “Just relax and look pretty, and daddy will take care of everything else for you.”
Kinktober Day 28: Striptease, Humiliation
Of course Rhys would screw up his first night on the job.
All he had to do was serve the drinks the bartender finished to the proper clients. Remembering what went where and to who wasn’t the hard part, but apparently keeping balance on his new pair of high-heeled work boots was too much of a task for him. So just as he ambled to the booth of well-dressed businessmen who’d ordered a round of the club’s signature cocktails one heel jiggled and slipped out from underneath him, causing the drinks to fly through the air and douse both Rhys and the man sitting closest to him.
Rhys gasped as the liquor soaked his clothes and dripped onto the floor. He nearly slipped again as he struggled to both keep his balance and figure out what to say to the man who’s fancy suit he’d just splashed. He clapped his hands over his mouth, mumbling out apologies as intense eyes fell over him. The rest of the man’s party fell silent, lips slightly parted, watching the both of them intently as if they expected their companion to blow up.
But the man only smiled as he lifted a hand to his nose and sniffed it.
“You know, I was really looking forward to trying out this cocktail, pumpkin.” He slid around in the booth until he faced Rhys, legs parted and elbow leaned on the table. Rhys swallowed, feeling the eyes of the patrons of the other tables on him as they started to whisper and gossip. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this man and the way he appraised Rhys with sharp eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to apologize, his voice locked on a stutter.
Kinktober Day 22: Threesome (Or More), Cuckolding
Timothy was a dead man.
Though he’d harbored a crush on Rhys for years, he’d never thought to act on it outside of his fantasies. Mostly because Jack would strangle the life out of him if he ever knew or found out about his feelings. So he’d kept them locked away and tried to act as professional around his boss’s mate as he could.
Unfortunately, he hadn’t considered that Rhys might feel the same way.
He tried to resist at first when Rhys came onto him, making his intentions absolutely obvious as he pressed his body close and slid his arms around Timothy’s neck—in Jack’s office, no less. He’d just wanted to pop in and give his mission debriefing, only to find Rhys lingering there instead of Jack, and well—things had just devolved from there, until Rhys had him pinned against the edge of the desk. Tim felt helpless beneath those grasping hands and greedy tongue, unable to push Rhys off thanks to the needy pheromones flooding over him. Soon enough he started to reciprocate, eventually flipping their positions to pin Rhys up against the desk instead. He’d just started to devour the omega’s neck when the sudden sound of the office door opening sent a bolt of cold terror right to his groin.
“Well well well…what do we have here?” Honestly, Tim was a little surprised Jack took the time to say anything before shooting him dead. He let out a whimper of fear and shut his eyes tight, preparing for the inevitable as the sound of footsteps clinked closer.
Much to his surprise, however, not a moment later another pair of arms were encircling around his waist and dragging him up against a wall, sturdy body.
“Looks like my nasty, slutty little mate is up to no good…and with my body double, no less? Oh my.” Jack feigned shock as he breathed against Timothy’s ear, sandwiching the hapless man between himself and Rhys. “What am I going to do with you two?”
“Mmm, what are you gonna do, daddy?” Rhys purred, sliding his hands up and down Timothy’s chest, seemingly unperturbed by the appearance of his mate. “You gonna punish us?”
“Maybe, sugar, maybe. We’ll start with the poor sucker you roped into your little scheme, though.” Jack slid his hands to Timothy’s hips, untucking the man’s sweater out of his waistband. Tim let out a confused noise, still unsure what the hell was happening, when Rhys lifted his hands to cup his cheeks, pressing a kiss to his lips.
Tim didn’t really understand what kind of game Rhys and Jack were playing between each other and what exactly he’d done to deserve getting caught up into it, but with a hand grasping towards his half-hard cock and a sweet omega kissing him senseless, he decided to stop worrying about it for now.
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