Kinktober Day 26: Lactation, Toys

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?”

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: Lapdances, Shower/Bath

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?”

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 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: 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.