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Kinktober Day 23: Scars

Jack was expecting all tender, creamy skin when he finally stripped Rhys of his angular, CEO regalia—and while much of what he found was as pretty and soft to the touch, when he ran his hand down from Rhys’ collarbone down to his shoulder his fingers brushed up against something raised and rough.

Rhys mumbled a soft noise into their kiss as Jack slid his undone shirt over his shoulder, revealing where the flesh joined the upper part of his cybernetic arm. Jack couldn’t stop himself from looking out of his periphery even as he continued to kiss Rhys, catching sight of where his fingers pressed up against the scars emanating out from the metal socket. His fingers traveled along the ridges of tissue, finding their patterns messier than he expected from mere surgery scars.

Jack pulled away from Rhys’  lips with an inquisitive sound, carefully pressing him back against the bed when the omega shot him a questioning glance.

He stretched Rhys’ cybernetic arm out against the bed, lightly holding it down by the bicep as he leaned over his shoulder and took a closer look.

Rhys’ scar was far less old than Jack’s own, those that laid against his arms and torso in faded brown lines and silvery embossing. These were fresher and pinker, standouts against Rhys’ pale skin in a similar way to his tattoos. Perhaps less immediately striking, but all the more fascinating.

“Why’re you…looking at those…” Rhys mumbled, his lower lip sticking out. Obviously wishing Jack would go back to kissing him, and well—Jack would, in a moment.

He leaned down and pressed his lips, first right where flesh met Rhys’ cybernetic, then trailing outwards along the spreading path of his scars. As Jack kissed the annoyance slowly fell away from Rhys’ face, until he sighed and stroked Jack’s hair, encouraging more delicate touch against the rough skin.

“Wasn’t expecting something like this…” Jack murmured against the tail end of Rhys’ scar, where it petered off towards his chest. “You’re a little rougher around the edges than I thought, babe.”

He lifted his head, licking his lips as he gazed down at the omega beneath him.

“I think I like it.”

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.

Kinktober Day 22: Impact Play, Handjobs

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.

Kinktober Day 21: Branding, Bukakke

The brand on Rhys’ chest was just beginning to heal.

Most of the scabbed over blisters had flaked off a few days ago, leaving raise, dark pink skin in their wake. It sat right at the top of his sternum, expanding gingerly with the movement of the ribs beneath his skin. The extra-large Hyperion shirt hung off of his shoulders, barely clinging to his skinny frame and showing off a lot of pale flesh to Jack’s searching eyes.

Rhys looked far from the classy, well-dressed Atlas CEO Jack had won in the merger. But that was all part of the plan. He had to break Rhys down, force him to forget all about his previous life, before he could build him back up just the way he wanted.

But there was one more finishing touch he needed to add before that could begin.

“Stay still, sugar,” Jack growled as he rested his hand atop Rhys’ head, stroking though the loose hair laying limp against his skull. He needed a shower and some sleep. But it would have to wait just a little bit longer.

Jack unzipped his pants, his belt already unbuckled and hanging from his waistband. He took his cock in hand, noticing as Rhys’ eyes followed the movement as he started to stroke himself off.

Rhys hadn’t showed much interest, sexual speaking, in Jack, but he figured the kid was just getting used to the idea of his new life as Hyperion’s property. A little prudishness could be expected. He could wash that away soon enough.

“The more of myself I get on you, the better you look.” Jack grinned wider, speeding up his thrusts. Rhys continued to sit, though his eyes fluttered shut. Perhaps knowing what was about to happen.

He still flinched when Jack came, painting his chin, neck, and upper chest with strands of cum. A couple drops landed on the healing brand, wrenching a pained moan out of him. He lifted his hand to touch, shying away when he accidentally brushed a finger up against one splash of cum.

Jack sighed through his orgasm, admiring the mess he’d turned his new prize into. Branded, dripping with cum, body utterly marked by him through and through. Satisfied, Jack tucked his cock into his pants and lifted Rhys up off of the floor and into his lap.

He went with little struggle and only a slight hiss of pain, already understanding his place beneath Handsome Jack’s control.

Kinktober Day 21: Suspension, Food Play

someone wanted jack eating sushi off rhys’ body

Rhys hung only a foot or so off of the ground but with the binders holding his arms behind his back and his legs together, he couldn’t move much even if he wanted to. His head was held up in a similar fashion, with a leather sling beneath the back of his skull preventing any pain in his spine. Which was good because…Jack really was taking his time.

Rhys hung completely undressed and exposed beneath Jack’s eyes. A chair stood  pulled up half underneath his body, allowing Jack to sit as if Rhys’ body was a table. And indeed that’s what Jack was using him as.

Jack had never made sushi for Rhys before but apparently he had a talent for it, considering he’d delicately sliced up all these pretty little pieces of fish while Rhys was hanging. His skin twitched where the cold fish and rice met his skin, still shivering from when Jack had lovingly placed each piece on different parts of his body, from his chest all the way down to his hips. He’d even garnished them with citrus and cucumbers cut into flowery shapes.

“Rhysie…you look so damn delicious. Mmm.” Jack groaned, forgoing any kind of utensils as he reached for a piece of meaty, maroon fish rested in the hollow just above Rhys’ hip. He tilted his head to the side, watching Jack lick his lips as he lifted the delicate morsel. A little moan spilled from Rhys’ lips as he watched Jack eat, his stomach gurgling and groin tingling with confused feelings of hunger and arousal.

“Even tastier served atop you, kitten.” Jack leered down upon him, eyeing another piece of sushi, this time right besides Rhys’ nipple. But instead of reaching out with his hand, he instead bent over, using only his lips and tongue to pick it up in his mouth.

Rhys moaned as Jack took his time, chewing slowly right up against his chest before pressing the flat of his tongue against his nipple once he’d finished. The bonds swayed slightly as he shivered, arching up his chest as best he could against Jack’s mouth, desperate for more friction.

“Careful…” Jack purred as he finally lifted his head and looked up towards Rhys. “Wouldn’t want to disrupt such a perfect table-setting.”

Rhys whimpered, peeking the tip of his tongue out through his lips. He looked up at Jack,adopted his most needy expression as he parted his lips.

“Aw, you want a treat, baby? Hm…let’s see…” Jack’s hand hovered over Rhys’ body, before plucking a piece of shrimp up off of his trembling belly. It grumbled with hunger even as below his cock twitched with life. Whatever. He could deal with that afterwards.

“There we go…” Jack murmured as he lifted the sushi to Rhys’ open lips, pressing it slowly inside. Rhys groaned in pleasure, the food as wonderfully as anything else Jack made. The sweet, slightly iron taste of the shrimp melted with the slight vinegar tang of the rice, delighting on Rhys’ tongue as he chewed and swallowed it down.

“Guess it is more enjoyable if we share, huh?” Jack cupped the side of Rhys’ face, now looking hungry for something a lot more tantalizing than just the meal laid out in front of him.  

Kinktober Day 20: Hot-Dogging, Dirty Talk

Rhys woke slowly, to the sound of Jack whispering in his ear. And the feeling of his bulge against his ass.

He managed to bite his lip before he let out a moan, keeping quiet. He didn’t want to alert Jack just yet, preferring to play along and listen in to what exactly his boyfriend was saying.

“So…pretty when you’re sleeping…damn it, Rhysie,” Jack hissed into his neck, as he shifted closer. Rhys felt Jack’s fingers brush up against his skin as he tucked down his boxers until the waistband clung to the underside of his ass. Rhys stilled his breath as something warm and thick then rested between his cheeks. A groan rolled against him as Jack started wedged the shaft of his cock in Rhys’ ass, apparently too eager to bother plunging it in all the way.

Not that Rhys minded. He wasn’t sure he could keep quiet if Jack did that.

“I love when you buck and writhe, sugar, but when you’re still and quiet…god…that just does things to me. I wish I could screw you like this.” Jack grazed his teeth against the back of Rhys’ neck, his breath hot and heavy as he barely resisted biting down. Rhys tensed, his fingers clenching minutely into the sheets near his mouth, trying to remain stoic lest Jack stop rutting his cock between his cheeks, just shy of were he really needed it.

“My beautiful boy…resting all nice and peaceful…I just can’t keep my hands off of you. You’re such an irresistible little treat.”

Jack grasped him by the hip with the hand not holding his cock in place, thrusting harder. Rhys could hear the way his boyfriend’s pants and groans started to build as he worked himself up to orgasm. It almost surprised him—usually Jack required a lot of foreplay and could hold out pretty long, even with his age and Rhys’ best efforts, but now he sounded on the verge of coming after such a short while.

Was…was he really that sexy while he slept? He always thought he looked pretty shabby in the morning. But Jack was humping him like he was some kind of transcendentally seductive sleeping beauty.

Rhys managed to tuck the knuckle of his hand into his mouth, teeth biting down as his own cock flushed hard and red. God, he needed to touch himself but he couldn’t, and Jack kept his hand firmly on his hips without reaching around to stroke him off. Probably not wanting to risk waking Rhys up yet but—damn it, he wanted him to.

By the time Jack finally came, wedging his cock snugly between Rhys’ cheeks and releasing all over the quivering flesh he couldn’t take it anymore and let out a sudden groan around his knuckle. He shifted, the palm of his hand jutting down to grind against his groin.

Jack froze behind him, his hand gripping tightly on his hips. Rhys kept his hand cupped around his cock, cover blown, waiting for his lover to react.

“…Pumpkin? You awake?”

“Y…Yeah…” Rhys finally replied when he dislodged his knuckle from his teeth, blush darkening in his cheeks as he looked over his shoulder. “I kind of…um…have been…”

Jack blinked, his surprised expression slowly shifting back into interest. His hand slipped over Rhys’ hip, finally putting the pressure he needed onto his cock.

“Well…suppose I should finish what I started, huh?”

Kinktober Day 19: Formal Wear, Public

modern AU, kind of?

“I swear, this crazy bitch is trying to freeze the nuts off of me.” Jack shivered, chilly even with the dense suiting of his tuxedo covering him from head to toe.

“I dunno if she’s trying, but…I sure am glad I decided not to wear a ballgown,” Rhys mused, cradling a warm cup of tea as he gazed forlornly at the open bar. He was still debating whether or not to suck it up and grab a drink anyway. Maybe if he acted flirty enough the bartender would go through the trouble of making him a hot toddy.

It definitely felt a good couple degrees cooler than the average ballroom. And the decor—all blue and white and navy—didn’t help much either, though a part of him felt pleased his tuxedo matched the cool theme. Maybe the temperature it was to ensure the large ice sculpture of Aurelia Hammerlock in the center of the ball didn’t melt?

“I’m telling you, she’s got it out for me. She complained about the heater last time she visited Hyperion. This is revenge.” Jack scowled, spying the the baroness’s signature hairstyle above the crowd of guests.

“Hey…even if it’s a little cold, I came here to have a good time. Don’t go getting into any fights,” Rhys admonished, tugging Jack away from the crowd and near one of the smaller stairwells branching off of the main ballroom. Rhys slid his finger over the glossy face of the watch wrapped around Jack’s wrist, feeling how his pulse quickened underneath.

“Oh? What, you gonna warm me up, kitten?” Jack winked, sufficiently distracted as Rhys tucked them both behind the ornate banister, out of sight from the rest of the party.

“If that’ll stop you from making a scene…sure.” Rhys pushed on Jack’s shoulders until he sat upon one of the carpeted steps, his tuxedo tails trailing out between his spread legs. Rhys was happy he’d been able to sway Jack away from the bright yellow tux to a more respectable charcoal black. Accents of gold in the lapel and pocket square looked much nicer.

Rhys got down on his knees a couple steps below Jack, leaving his head more or less level with his groin. He fiddled with the fly of his pants, drawing it down and letting Jack’s clothed cock push free. Rhys plucked the waistband halfway down, easy to cover up should someone try coming up or down the stairs.

He kissed the side of Jack’s cock, tongue flicking out from between his lips to trail along the skin. The din of the party echoed around them, Aurelia’s high laughter a standout. Rhys felt Jack tense under his hands.

“Easy…” Rhys murmured, trailing his lips up the side of Jack’s cock to the top, where he took it into his mouth. Thankfully, that seemed to do the trick, distracting Jack from his grudge as Rhys easily pushed half of his length into his mouth.

“Ooh, kitten,” Jack breathed, hand reaching out to grasp the back of Rhys’ head. Gelled hair crackled under his fingers as Jack pulled him in closer, causing Rhys to brace a knee on a higher step.

It didn’t take long to get Jack coming down his throat, the CEO relaxing as all tension drained out of him. Rhys sucked it all down without spilling a drop, dabbing his lips with his pocket square before deftly tucking it back against his chest.

“Better?” Rhys purred as he zipped Jack back into his pants, only for the CEO’s grip in his hair to tighten and yank him up into a passionate kiss.

“Now? Yes.” Jack licked his lips when he pulled away, patting the side of his head. “Thanks to my little personal heater.”

Kinktober Day 19: Straightjacket, Cock-Warming

Jack had acquired more than just the Atlas company in the takeover.

Honestly, it didn’t totally surprise him that the pretty, well-dressed young man that’d been presented to him as the CEO was little more than a figurehead. In the past, Jack had always been shied away from meeting properly with him, and when he eventually did, all the executives spoke in his stead. Learning his main job was just to sit still and model for advertisements wasn’t much of a shock.

It didn’t bother Jack, though. In fact, he immediately put the ex-CEO to work.

“You know what, Rhysie? Think you’re really moving up in the world.” Jack kept his palm tightly clamped over the young man’s bare thigh. “This is a lot better than being ogled by a bunch of decrepit executives, huh?”

Rhys barely whimpered, sitting stiffly  in Jack’s lap, nervous in his hands. The Hyperion CEO had bound him up in a pretty little straightjacket made of shiny black latex. It bound his arms together in front of him, rendering him completely immobile from the waist up. He straddled one of Jack’s upper thighs, kept balanced only by Jack’s hands and the thick cock pushed up inside of him. Gold rings and buckles decorated the jacket, as did a bright yellow Hyperion logo just above the two holes cut-out to expose Rhys’ pecs.

“Not very vocal though. Those guys probably wanted you to keep you mouth shut, hm?” Jack’s other hand drifted up from Rhys’ waist, tracing over the belt running vertically along his sternum. “We’ve gotta work on that, babe. Jack wants to hear just how he makes you feel.”

He shifted his hips, testing. He could feel Rhys shivering as the cock inside of him moved, pushed a little deeper. Jack didn’t mind taking things slow, warming Rhys up to his new destiny as Jack’s perfect toy. Those Atlas creeps had been squandering him, or at least not giving him the ride he deserved. Rhys just needed some time to learn how to keep up with a man like Handsome Jack.

“Easy does it, sugar…” Jack crooned into the young man’s ear as he sensually rolled his hips beneath Rhys’ ass, enough to unbalance him just a bit and forcing him to rely on the pressure of Jack’s palm to stay upright. A smile crawled across his face when a particularly solid thrust finally drew a proper moan out of Rhys’ wet lips.

“There we go. You sound so frikkin’ pretty.” Both of Jack’s hands now moved to grip Rhys’ hips, lifting him up until his cock-head barely sat inside. Jack watched the way his slick hole quivered in anticipation.

“Lets crank it up a notch.”

Kinktober Day 18: Xenophilia

I didn’t have any cool ideas for this so I just went with alien naga Jack? Idk

Rhys should have probably checked that this temple was completely empty before going inside.

Of course, when he’d swept the perimeter with the infrared sensor in his eye and found it clear, he’d assumed he was fine. His OZ kit would protect him from any surprise pockets of gas or poison, and the structure looked sound enough to not collapse on him. But still. Would it have killed him to be a little more thorough?

Now that he was bound up in the coils of some horrible creature, though, it was kind of too late for that.

Rhys gasped for breath, his legs kicking out uselessly as the muscular coil hefted him up off the ground and squeezed the fight out of his chest. He hung in its grasp, useless, unable to even grab for his gun and without enough leverage to dig the elbow of his cybernetic into the  coil. His cheeks puffed out, pink with stress and fear as a long hiss echoed out from the dark depths of the temple.

“Well. What do we have here?”

A shiver ran down Rhys’ spine as eyes suddenly glowed out of the shadows, shining like bulbs of slitted blue and green. A groan of fear spilled from his tense lips as a head followed the eyes out of the darkness, followed by a neck, shoulders, and—

A surprisingly well-toned torso.

Rhys blinked, a little surprised at himself. The last thing he should be thinking about in such a dire situation was how hot his monstrous captive looked, but well—he wasn’t going to lie to himself. For a—snake, alien thing?—it didn’t look so bad. Honestly, from the waist up, aside from a couple patches of scales and slightly elongated features, it looked almost human.

“Are you gonna answer me, or just gape like you’re outta breath? You—oh.” The alien shook his head, tutting. His black tongue flicked out between his fangs, and as Rhys looked down the coils around him started to relax a tad. He took in a deep breath, though his heart rate picked up when the alien slid closer.

When they got nearly nose to nose—so close that tongue nearly fluttered against his cheek—Rhys realized something was squirming beneath his belt. It felt small and tapered to a point, and he only realized it was the alien’s tail when it wormed into his work pants and dragged them down to his knees.

“H-Hey! Woah,” Rhys spoke up, instinctively trying to squeeze his thighs together even when the alien easily pushed them back apart. “I thought you were gonna eat me?”

“Eat you?” The creature snorted, one clawed hand grasping Rhys’ chin. His tongue flicked out against Rhys’ lips, tasting. “You do look delicious, intruder, but…nah. Not gonna eat you.”

“So you’re…you’re just gonna…oh.” Rhys tensed as the end of Jack’s tail wrapped around his cock, skin unusually soft for something that looked covered in scales.

“No one’s stumbled in here in so long…aren’t you lucky?” The alien’s other hand rubbed down its stomach, trailing over that body Rhys had been admiring moments ago before its fingers slipped inside. Rhys couldn’t exactly make out what they were doing, but he sure saw the slick, meaty cocks sliding out.

Yeah. Cocks. Plural.

“Don’t worry, we’re gonna start you out slow. Don’t wanna break the first new toy I’ve had in forever.” The alien hissed as he pressed closer to Rhys’ bound body, slipping his coils up to give better access to Rhys’ groin. He moaned when the alien’s cocks pressed around his own, the tail slipping away to allow the twin shafts to sandwich that of the hapless explorer’s. His cheeks colored darker, blushing more from pleasure than lack of air now. Rhys felt a little numb as the pulse and twitch of the cocks around his stoked his arousal, leaving him panting as he stared into the endless eyes of his captor. 

“Yes…you’re much prettier and more responsive than the last one…” The alien’s fangs gleamed as he grinned, tongue winding like a pendulum. “I think I’m gonna savor you.”