Much to his frustration, Rhys’ new suppressors were wreaking a bit of havoc on his body.
The extra sensitivity he could deal with. Same with the increased appetite. He hoped they’d both even out within a few weeks as his system adjusted to the new drug, but he could at least cope with it for the time being.
But his chest was embarrassing the fuck out of him and he could not deal.
Sure, he knew…leaking…was something he might have to worry about as an omega. But he thought that would only happen once he was ready to have a kid. Not just randomly when he switched medication.
It didn’t exactly feel bad, but spotting all his favorite shirts when he was at work or trying to have fun was humiliating. It helped to wear his vest to cover it up, but the feeling of the fabric sticking to his nipples combined with the hyper-sensitivity still made it uncomfortable. Whenever it happened, he just couldn’t wait to go home and hide himself until it stopped.
Too bad he couldn’t hide things from Jack as easily as he could his coworkers.
“No! Don’t touch them!” Rhys hissed, hands snapping up to cover his nipples as Jack stepped closer. To his surprise, his alpha actually stopped, though he kept his hands held up.
“Woah pumpkin, easy now.” Jack’s nostrils flickered as he sniffed the air, undoubtedly picking up on the scent of Rhys’ damp chest. “You don’t have to hide them from me.”
“Yeah I do. It’s embarrassing,” Rhys emphasized, curling in on himself in shame. Jack sighed and shook his head, taking another step closer and placing his hands on Rhys’ shoulders.
“There’s no one around but you and me,” Jack purred, fingers slowly trailing down to where Rhys still covered his nipples, though his hands faltered at his mate’s gentle touch. After a moment, Rhys shifted to hug around waist, exposing his glistening chest to Jack’s eyes.
Instead of laughing or mocking him like Rhys thought he would, Jack instead started to rub his nipples in small circles. He hissed, sensitivity spiking through his body and weakening his knees.
“No…you’re gonna make it worse…” Rhys whined even as he plopped down on the bed, spreading his legs.
“Worse?” Jack chuckled, briefly moving to the nightstand to rifle through the drawer. Rhys watched as he produced a ribbed yellow vibrator from its depths. “Oh no, sugar. This’ll help wring every little drop out of you.”
Rhys moaned, leaning back on his elbows as Jack returned to crouch between his legs. He prepped the length of the vibrator with lube before pulling down Rhys’ shorts and probing it against his hole. It slid in easily, much to Rhys’ gratification as he arched his spine. His nipples twitched, growing wet once more.
“Jaaaack…” He panted as the vibrator flicked on, shuddering in and out of him. His hands slid to his chest, this time not hiding his nipples but instead touching them himself, sending his sensitivity through the roof.
It didn’t take long for Rhys to orgasm with his body strung and tense like this, milk and cum dribbling out its last reserves as he flopped back against the bed. He squeezed his thighs back together when Jack pulled the toy out of him and dropped it against the sheets. Rhys hummed, questioning when Jack crawled atop him, licking his lips and gazing down at his chest.
“You’re a real mess now, kitten…” He leaned down, admiring the streaks of milk against his skin. “How’s about i clean you up?”
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.
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
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.”
The new bath Jack had installed was massive, really more of a small pool than anything else. Not that Rhys disliked it—in fact, he’d already bought a basket full of bath products to test it out with his boyfriend. Even if Jack claimed he didn’t like using fruity stuff like bath bombs or aromatic oils, Rhys knew there was a side to him that secretly loved this kind of pampering.
Besides, once Rhys undressed and showed off his long, bare legs to his boyfriend, he knew Jack would follow him anywhere.
He ran the bath as Jack stripped off his clothes, kneeling besides the edge of the sunken tub as he mixed a concoction of bubble bars and bath oils into the water. The air immediately filled with blend of soothing smells, from rose and lavender to sandalwood and eucalyptus. The bath fizzed and bubbled as it filled, babbling with colors of blue and green with flecks of gold shining under the dimmed lights.
“You first, handsome,” Rhys purred as he rose to turn to Jack, guiding his boyfriend towards the tub. Jack looked at him with slight reluctance, but finally sunk under the water after poking it with a cautious toe. The affect was immediate—a pleasured smile drifted across Jack’s face, deepening when Rhys slid into his lap right after.
“Oh? You’ve got something dirty in mind for bath time?” Jack teased as Rhys’ ass drifted down to settle against his cock.
“…Maybe.” Rhys looked coyly behind his shoulder as he started to rub himself all up and down Jack’s front, balance and rhythm aided by the flow of the water. It helped him feel a lot more sexy, as did the lovely smells drifting up all around them. “I’m just really in the mood for it, you know?”
“Well…gotta hand it to you, you really did a good job setting the mood.” Jack’s hands floating through the water, cutting through the swirling bubbles as they plunged down to settle on Rhys’ waist. The young man fidgeted, Jack’s hands already feeling soft and warm from the soothing oils in the bathwater.
“There’s…there’s so much room in here now,” Rhys cooed, rubbing Jack’s cock between his asscheeks as he reached around to grasp Jack’s thighs. “There’s so much we can do.”
“Oh yeah, baby?” Jack nuzzled against his ears, voice dipping to a whisper. “Then how ‘bout you show me everything you have in mind?”
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.
Rhys had been acting a little more pushy than usual when it came to his morning routine. Jack wasn’t quite done brushing his hair by the time Rhys tried to worm his way into the bathroom, and after the third time he had to tell Rhys to be patient Jack decided he wasn’t gonna take the verbal hint.
That’s how Rhys ended up seated on the edge of the bathtub, legs spread out as Jack smacked his thighs with the flat end of the hairbrush.
“You’re a little brat, you know?” Jack shook his head as he laid a smarting blow against his flesh, watching it ripple from the impact. Faint red marks were already starting to appear on Rhys’ skin just below the hem of his rucked up pajama shorts. And though he let out little whimpers whenever Jack smacked the brush across his thighs he quickly noted the growing tents in his pants that couldn’t just be played off as morning wood.
“Incredible…you don’t even have the shame to hold back when I’m supposed to be punishing you,” Jack tutted, setting the hairbrush on the rim of the bathtub and peeling down his boyfriend’s shorts. Rhys hissed as the fabric brushed up against his tender skin, then groaned when Jack grasped his cock and started to jerk him off.
Rhys’ toes curled against the bathroom tile, fingers reaching up to grasp tightly into Jack’s sweater. He bucked up a little into Jack’s hand, trying not to lose his balance and topple into the bathtub while also grinding his cock into his boyfriend’s grip.
Rhys came easily, splashing against Jack’s palm. He panted, looking up as Jack leaned over him, pressing a rough kiss against his lips as he wiped his hand against the side of the tub.
“Good thing you haven’t showered yet, huh baby?” He snickered as he reached over and turned on the water, before pulling Rhys’ shorts the rest of the way down his legs.
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.
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