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.”

Kinktober Day 18: Fuck Machines

Rhys’ last heat had been a doozy.

Jack wasn’t someone to turn his nose up at sex, but man. Rhys had needed a lot of sex, and by the time his heat mercifully came to a close his dick felt like it’d been jammed in a toaster. On the contrary, Rhys had come out of it looking fairly refreshed, if a little sore and smelly.

Still, in anticipation of Rhys’ next cycle, Jack had started planning, then building. As much as it stung to admit he needed help, it hurt less if it came from a tool of his own designing.

And sure, Rhys had looked over the legless, miniature loader with the giant poisoning cock grafted onto the front with skepticism, now that he was deep within the climax of his heat he couldn’t get enough of it.

Jack still kept an eye on Rhys—as his did throughout his whole heat, watching for signs of dehydration or exhaustion—from his position reclining against the headboard. His chest rose and fell, recovering from the last intense round of sex, where Rhys had rode him hard into the mattress after Jack wore himself out hammering his knot deep inside the omega. Jack loosely held a glass of water to his lips, watching over the rim as the small robot thrust its cock in and out of Rhys’ loose, well-fucked hole.

The loader was still a prototype, developed only for this one specific purpose, but as Jack observed how well Rhys responded to its movement and pace his mind started drifting to other, more ambitious prospects. Maybe other omegas would be interested in something like this, to break up the monotony of dildos and vibrators.

“You hanging in there, pumpkin?” Jack set the water glass aside and leaned forward, resting his hand atop Rhys’ head. The omega lifted his chin for a moment, his whole body shuddering with the movement of the loader’s thrusts. Jack grinned and inhaled deep of his mate’s scent, sensing his satisfaction even as Rhys kissed his hand with a needy moan.

“Aw, missing daddy’s touch already, huh?” Jack slipped two fingers into Rhys’ mouth, delighting when the omega sucked them. “Well…gimme just a couple minutes more, babe, and I’ll make sure to help that little machine out some.”

Kinktober Day 18: Latex, Role Reversal

Rhys really liked the feeling of the bodysuit against his skin.

Though he would’ve preferred a nice blue design to contrast with the tight black latex, yellow suited him just fine. Besides, color was secondary to how the fabric sucked him in just right, clinging to his thighs and supporting his ass. He felt lithe and limber and sexy, drawing Jack’s eyes as he walked around him in a tight circle.

“You really are a pretty boy, aren’t you…” Rhys purred as he leaned over Jack’s shoulder, fingers trailing along the back of his chair. Jack wasn’t bound but kept his hands in his lap on Rhys’ command, unable to make the first move nor touch him at all until Rhys said so.

“A lot more well-behaved than I thought you’d be…usually you’re real bad about touching things without permission.” He slid around to Jack’s front, slick and supple in his suit as he stuck his boot right between his spread legs. He pressed his toe forward, feeling the bulge forming in Jack’s crotch. He grunted, his hands lacing tighter in his lap, but he managed to keep his cool. Rhys’ cock twitched within the tight confines of his suit, pleased at Jack’s resolve—and his subservience.

“Okay. I’m bored with the game now,” Rhys said as he settled his boot back onto the floor, only to pull himself up onto the chair a moment later, his knees digging into the seat on either side of Jack’s thighs to bring his crotch almost level with his mouth. Rhys felt thankful most of his height was in his legs. He only had to pull Jack’s head down a little bit to get his lips pressed up against the glossy bulge in his suit.

“There we go…” Rhys tightened his fingers in Jack’s hair as he finally parted his lips to suck against his groin, tongue pressing and lapping against the fabric until it grew wet and shiny. Rhys moaned, latex in the folds of his suit squeaking slightly as he shifted and squirmed atop his lover. Though separated by the thin layer of fabric he could still feel the pressure and pliability of Jack’s tongue working him over, encouraging his cock to full hardness. It had little space to grow with how tight Rhys’ suit was, making him grind his groin against Jack’s mouth to gain more friction.

Coming in such a skin-tight outfit was probably a bad idea, but with Jack’s expert mouth and lips working it over, Rhys figured it was worth the post-coital shower.

Kinktober Day 17: Collaring, Orgasm Denial

“You getting off on being treated like the bad boy you are?” Jack tutted, shaking his head at the man lying on the floor beneath him. “Well, that’s not gonna do at all, pumpkin.”

Rhys panted, his throat flexing beneath the collar wrapped around his neck. Jack held the lead taunt, keeping him from laying down completely. He braced himself awkwardly on his elbows, his thighs rubbing together as he tried to catch some friction on his cock. He was almost there.

“What did I just say? You’re pushing your luck.” Jack tugged Rhys’ collar as he nudged the toe of his shoe in between his thighs, rubbing it against his straining cock. “I don’t think it’d be right to let you get off just yet.”

“But sir—“ Any pleading Rhys had in mind was cut off as Jack pressed the sole of his shoe hard against Rhys’ cock, the texture of the treads harsh and gritty enough to snap him away from the edge of orgasm. Rhys swore, voice raspy thanks to the collar and the denial strangling him out of his pleasure. “Shit, Jack—“

“And bad language?” The CEO sounded amused, even as he pulled Rhys’ lead so hard he forced him into a half-sitting position. He rubbed his shoe all over Rhys’ cock before pressing down where it met his balls. The young man squirmed, trying to put on his best distressed pout.

“Sir, please…I’m sorry…please, just let me cum,” he whimpered, straining his voice into something truly plaintive. Not speaking to Jack’s mercy—Rhys knew that was a slim chance—but rather the bulge already evident in his pants. Surely if he acted needy enough, Jack would want to do something with it.

Thankfully it seemed to do the trick, because Jack soon lifted his foot from Rhys’ groin. He even crouched down to grasp Rhys’ chin, pressing a rewarding kiss to the side of his mouth.

“Suppose you should train a good boy with a mix of punishment and treats, huh?” Jack straightened back up, keeping one hand clenched around Rhys’ leash as the other pulled down the fly of his pants.

Kinktober Day 17: Seduction, Masturbation

Jack had been eyeing this middle manager for a couple of weeks now.

Henderson must know his type, because he just kept sending this long-legged cutie over and over again to read the department reports. He could easily just send them to Jack’s inbox, but nah. Give him the full, in-person treatment. Usually Jack would be annoyed having to entertain the stammering reporting of some loser, but this kid—this omega—looked fine as hell.

Jack barely even paid attention to what he was saying half the time, so lost in ogling him from head to toe. Jack loved slender little things like this, with a hint of curves under his dress slacks his hair slicked back like he was trying to prove he wasn’t a total nerd. But Jack could smell the fanboy on him, and he was sure if he propositioned the kid he’d have him bent over his desk in no time.

But playing the long-game could, occasionally, be more fun.

Jack was being bold today. He already had his belt unbuckled by the time Rhys walked up to his desk, and as soon as the omega started to speak he untucked his cock out of his boxers.

“Business as usual, huh kitten?” Jack purred, keeping up a totally nonchalant front as he slid slightly lower in his chair, eyes lazily fixed on the omega. Rhys only cleared his throat and nodded, still a little shy even after all these weeks. Well. Let’s see if Jack could fix that.

As Rhys spoke, relating all the dull findings and figures from his department, Jack started to stroke his cock. He moved slowly in complete, up and down motions, enjoying the weight and warmth in his hand—as well as the knowledge Rhys had no clue what he was doing under the desk. He kept his smirk with only the usual lecherous touch, wanting to keep Rhys unawares for as long as possible.

Though the twitch in Rhys’ nostrils as he tried to focus on the report was endearing. Jack knew he must be exuding more than just his baseline of alpha hormones right now. Rhys might not be able to see his cock but surely he could smell at least a sliver of Jack’s need and arousal. Omegas had a keen sense of smell, after all.

Jack continued to stroke off his cock anyways, wanting to test how long Rhys could last. He noted the twitches in the young man’s expression, and a couple of times he sniffed audibly, like he was clearing a cold. Jack knew better. He knew he was getting to him.

He kept going, not jerking it as fast as he maybe wanted but keeping it slow and measured. Enough that his pheromones would slowly fill the office, and especially the meager space between him and Rhys. His scent, his influence over all those who encountered him, not just omegas, made him feel powerful—just as his guns and loaders and space station did.

“I…sir…” Rhys suddenly stopped in the middle of the report, lowering the tablet. “If you’d rather me come back later, I can do that?”

“Oh? Why?” Jack chuckled, leaning forward on the hand not currently occupied. “But I have so much fun just listening to you talk.”

“Um…yeah…I can gather…” Oh, the little red blush on Rhys’ cheeks looked just divine. Had he figured it out already?

“You know…” Jack purred, his hand slowing to a crawl beneath the table in anticipation. “We could have a lot more fun if we did more than just talk, sugar.”

Rhys’ blush darkened, and he held the tablet closer to his chest like it could shield him from Jack’s looming pheromones.

“I don’t know if that’s…um…I’m on the clock…” The excuses were weak, and Jack could tell Rhys knew it. He smiled wider.

“Hendy won’t ever know, sugar.” Jack squeezed his cock, pre-cum bubbling over the edge. No doubt Rhys could smell it. “C’mon. I’ve read your file. I know you must be dying for something like this.”

And Rhys was. At least that’s what Jack concluded, once the omega finally circled around the desk to see what the he had been hiding beneath it.

Kinktober Day 16: Body Worship, Sixty-Nine

Rhys noticed Jack poking at himself in the mirror more and more. He tried not to bring it up, unsure if Jack wanted to talk about it—probably not, considering how tacit he could be about his feelings and insecurities—until he noticed Jack tossing a half-eaten bag of pretzels into the garbage one morning.

That’s when he knew things were serious, and he needed to take action.

“C’mon, pumpkin, really not in the mood—“ Jack grunted as Rhys pushed him down against the bed, winding his eyebrows together as he tried to pull up the hem of his sweater. He tried to stay Rhys’ hands until the younger man sighed and started to unbutton his own shirt.

“Okay, look, I’ll do it first? That good?” Rhys quickly revealed his own torso, tossing his clothes aside before placing his hands on Jack’s shoulders. Hoping maybe taking off his shirt might help disarm Jack enough so Rhys could show how much he appreciated him.

“Ugh. Fine.” Jack leaned back and planted his hands against the bed, allowing Rhys to push his sweater up and over his head until it clung to his biceps. Jack looked off pointedly to the side, annoyed but resigning to letting Rhys do as he pleased.

“Jack…” Rhys trailed his hands down Jack’s body, appreciating the tense muscles in his shoulders and chest, even when they gave way to soft curves in his hips and abdomen. Rhys had never had a problem with Jack’s body—honestly, he’d always preferred it to extremely cut, idealized-looking guys—but if he was feeling weird about it then obviously Rhys needed to up his game and make sure his lover knew.

“Lay back,” Rhys purred as he gently pushed Jack back down against the bed, kissing his frowning face before he turned around and straddled Jack’s shoulders. He looked right down his body, appreciating the terrain of his belly and hips and legs stretching out over the edge of the bed. He pressed a kiss right below Jack’s sternum, gradually inching his way down over Jack’s soft stomach with warm, wet kisses until he reached his waistband. He quickly unbuckled his belt and slid his pants and underwear down just enough to get his cock to spring free.

Rhys grasped Jack’s upper thigh, enjoying the give of his flesh as he lowered his head to lick the tip of Jack’s cock. He could feel the man’s answering moan behind him, Jack’s hands settling on his hips a moment later.

“If you’re feeling down about yourself…haven’t been doing my job right…” Rhys breathed a moment before he took Jack’s cock into his mouth proper. He hollowed his cheeks and pressed his tongue up against the shaft as he pushed it past his lips.

After a couple moments Rhys felt the hands on his hips travel around to his groin, unzipping his fly and shifting his pants down below his ass. Rhys moaned around Jack’s cock as he felt a hand slid around his own cock, stroking it off before something warm and wet kissed the tip.

Rhys nearly choked when Jack started to suck him off, a little awkwardly thanks to the position but Jack quickly figured it out, sending a rhythm more or less in tandem with Rhys. He rolled his hips down into Jack’s mouth as he thrusted up into his, their bodies pumping and grinding together.

Rhys managed to get Jack coming first, filling his mouth and leaking down his chin, unable to fully keep his lips shut with Jack also sucking him off. He swallowed roughly, licking any that dribbled down Jack’s softening cock before focusing on pushing his own dow into his lover’s mouth.

Rhys let out a soft yelp as Jack pushed him to the side then onto his back, using gravity now to help bob his head up and down until Rhys too came, splashing all the way up in Jack’s throat. Rhys shivered as he felt Jack’s lips tighten around his shaft, not missing a drop of his come when he pulled off.

“…Really needed that, Rhysie…” Jack panted, wiping his mouth as he looked over his shoulder at Rhys. The young man tucked his chin to his chest, offering Jack a weak thumbs-up.

“You remember how s-sexy you are now?” Rhys smirked, satisfied as Jack turned around to properly look at him him, all previous shame and self-consciousness melted off. Jack leaned his chin against his palm, confident smirk indisputably back to reign on his face.

“All thanks to you, babe.”

Kinktober Day 16: Nipple Play, Frottage

Jack couldn’t get enough of Rhys’ nipples.

So much of the omega was sensitive, but the noises Rhys’ made when Jack touched his nipples were sublime. Even through his shirt, Jack could wring perfect little mewls out of him, especially when he took him by surprise.

Rhys was making coffee one morning when Jack sidled up behind him, his hands immediately sliding up into their favorite position—cupping his omega’s chest right through the thin material of his pajama shirt. Rhys’ reaction was instantaneous, and he almost spilled grounds all over the countertop as he gasped and started in his alpha’s embrace.

“Jack—“ He started to complain as he turned his head to the side, only for Jack’s fingers to pinch down on both of his nipples. He tensed and shivered, biting down on a moan that rolled up his throat. Jack tutted and rested his chin on the omega’s shoulders, looking down at Rhys’ chest. His shirt bunched up where Jack’s fingers worked at his nipples, feeling them up and giving them a little twist.

“Y…You jerk…” Rhys moaned, rubbing his ass back against Jack’s groin as he managed to set his mug down before he dropped it. “You’re not gonna get any coffee if you keep this up…”

“Shh. Babe, coffee can wait until later.” Jack kissed the side of his mate’s neck, his hands traveling down briefly to push them underneath Rhys’ shirt and back up to his shirt. He fingered the little swollen nubs, getting Rhys to grind himself harder against his bulge.

“Jack…I know you love my chest, but…” Rhys tried turning about in Jack’s arms, only for him to squeeze his chest harder. A little noise of frustration puffed between Rhys’ lips, and he pouted back at his alpha.

“Oh baby, c’mon. I’ll give you what you want, but I’m not keeping my hands off for long,” Jack purred as he relented for a moment to turn Rhys around, only to press him back against the counter. One hand returned to its position under Rhys’ shirt as the other drifted down below the belt, sliding off Rhys’ pajama shorts before pushing down his own boxers.

Jack slipped one thigh between Rhys’ legs as he slotted their cocks together, fisting them both together with a couple short jerks. He captured Rhys’ mouth in a hungry kiss as he squeezed his chest with the hand not busy stroking their cocks, pleasuring Rhys from three points of attack.

It wasn’t hard to get Rhys to come, and the look of his lips and chest all red and swollen from the treatment was enough to push Jack over the edge too. He grunted his pleasure as he left Rhys messy and disheveled—and they’d barely started the morning.

“Can already tell today’s gonna be a fun day, pumpkin,” Jack purred as Rhys looped his arms around his shoulder, “care for a round two?”

“Mmm. Maybe.” Rhys swatted him light on the back of the head. “After coffee.”