Tag: rhack

Kinktober Day 1: Deep-throating, (Cum) Inflation

Rhys always wanted to please his boyfriend, even with his anatomy so irrevocably changed. Which, you know—Rhys would’ve liked it if Jack had told him he was sick of his old dick and looking for a new model courtesy of R&D, but unfortunately all the money and powerful Jack possessed had rendered him more than a little impulsive.

So he was lucky that Rhys was enamored with this newest model. Not that he hated Jack’s old cock—he’d spent years getting properly acquainted with it—but the thickness and shape far outclassed the other. And the odd shade of purple that clustered around the head, balls, and the little ridges and bumps along the shaft were charming and oddly attractive for something so flagrantly alien.

Both of them had been incredibly eager to try it out once Jack had revealed it, getting right down to business as soon as they got to their bedroom.

Rhys sank to his knees as Jack sat on the edge of the bed, already stroking the base of his impressive cock and making Rhys’ mouth water. He immediately placed his hands on Jack’s hips, leaning in between his legs as Rhys began to mouth the ribbed shaft, pressing his tongue against the warm flesh. It still tasted like Jack, but the texture against his tongue was far different, sending tingling down into Rhys’ belly as he licked a stripe up the full length of Jack’s cock, managing to get the head into his mouth with help from his boyfriend’s hand.

Rhys’ sucked and licked the tip of Jack’s cock before pushing more inside of him, his tongue and cheeks wrapped tight around the considerable girth. Rhys whined, causing Jack to shudder as the noise vibrated into his shaft.

With most of Jack’s cock in his mouth Rhys started to bop his head, properly blowing his boyfriend but even that wasn’t enough to satisfied Jack’s newly monstrous lust. His hips started to move more, burying even more of his cock further and further into Rhys’ mouth, until it finally started to push towards the back of Rhys’ throat.

Amazingly Rhys could actually handle the head of Jack’s cock jamming all the way back there. He relaxed, choking only a little bit as his throat spasmed around the thick length fucking rather ruthlessly into it. Rhys didn’t care even as the bumps and ridges chafed agains the delicate flesh, his own cock hard in his pants just thanks to the pressure and warmth of Jack’s new cock in his mouth. It flexed and pulsed as Jack’s fingers suddenly gripped into his hair, holding Rhys on his cock as he came.

It was a lot. Rhys was almost worried he wouldn’t be able to take it, that he really would choke this time as hot cum flooded his throat and down into his stomach. He moaned, grabbing Jack’s hips harder and trying to hang on as more and more of Jack’s release poured into his body. He shut his eyes tight, moaning loud as he sucked Jack’s girth as it spent itself.

When Jack’s cock finally stopped pumping cum into him Rhys finally pulled back, gasping for breath as purplish cum leaked over his lips and dripped down against his collar. He looked down, moaning in surprise when he noted the bloated curve of his belly pushing out against the buttons of his shirt, clear evidence of just how much Jack had come inside him. He lowered one hand from Jack’s hip to press against his middle, feeling how full his boyfriend’s alien cock had rendered him. Below the curve of his belly, he could see a wet spot in the crotch of his slacks, his own orgasm slowly winding down through him.

“Holy crap,” Jack spoke up, vocalizing Rhys’ feelings. Fingers detangled from his hair, slipping to Rhys’ chin to tip him up. Their eyes met, the satisfaction in Jack’s indolently evident.

“You really took it all, didn’t you? Good boy,” Jack purred as Rhys licked the remaining drops of cum from his lips. Even with the distention in his stomach—and maybe because of it, though Rhys would have to examine any awoken kinks later—Rhys felt pleased with himself. He leaned into the touch of Jack’s hand, smiling at his boyfriend’s approval.

He couldn’t wait to explore what more Jack’s cock could do.

Finished this thing where Jack is super into Rhys wearing cute underwear :3c

Honestly, Jack had been waiting for an opportunity to jump his new PA. Rhys hadn’t coasted into this job on looks alone, but damn if he didn’t provide perfect eye candy whenever Jack got bored with desk work.

So when he noticed Rhys had accidentally tucked the back of his shirt into a very cute looking pair of blue and yellow undies, he found he couldn’t resist reaching out and snapping his waistband.

Rhys’ reaction was instantaneous and adorable.

He jolted with a shriek, heels clumsily clattering against the floor as he nearly lost his balance. His hands clapped to his rear as he jerked his head over his shoulder, eyes wide and cheeks pink as he back at Jack. He only laughed, tickled by his PA’s sudden reaction.

“Oh my god, that was frikkin’ hilarious,” Jack snickered, fingers still snagged in Rhys’ waistband, not wanting to let go. “You didn’t even notice you’d tucked your shirt into your undies, pumpkin.”

“I—I—how was I supposed to know?” Rhys’ voice strained with humiliation as his hands scrabbled behind his back, trying to dislodge Jack’s hold on his underwear. “It’s not like I did it on purpose!”

“Uh-huh, bet you picked out this cute little number on purpose though. Look at them,” Jack pulled the waistband up a little higher, peering at the pattern of blue and yellow. He could make out designs of stars, comets, and little planets, as well as what he assumed was a stylized version of Helios.

“These Hyperion-made, or did you order them custom? They’re frikkin’ cute,” Jack batted away Rhys’ attempts to dislodge him with his other hand before grabbing onto his PA’s hip and tugging him even closer. Jack could hear Rhys sigh as he gave up escaping, though the way his cheeks pinked as he bit his lip told Jack his PA wasn’t all that opposed to the handling.

“They’re really cute on you, sugar,” Jack mumbled, the hand on Rhys’ hip circling around to his front. He easily undid Rhys’ belt buckled before he cupped his palm over his crotch, fiddling idly with the zipper as he watched Rhys’ reaction. Jack could see his cybernetic fist clench just as something twitched beneath Rhys’ fly.

“Looks like you wont mind if I take a closer peek,” Jack said, already pulling down Rhys’ zipper and slipping his pants down off his hips.

The underwear looked just as cute as Jack guessed it might, especially when the fabric lay stretched and molded around Rhys’ pretty ass. The waistband dug a little bit into his hips, showing off cute little love handles that Jack just wanted to pinch, but he settled for groping those two perfect cheeks instead.

“Jack…” Rhys squeaked as Jack pressed one thumb right where the underwear lay over the cleft of his ass. He pushed in, testing the stretch of the fabric with a smirk.

“Hey…c’mon,” Rhys tried when Jack didn’t stop, “I gotta go back to work, this isn’t—woah!”

He cried out as Jack suddenly pulled him backwards, letting Rhys land in his lap with a thump. Jack gripped him tight, holding him in place as Rhys squirmed and let out little, put-out noises. His struggling only helped Jack’s arousal, especially now that Rhys’ underwear-clad bottom sat right atop his crotch.

“Making me happy is your job, kiddo,” Jack murmured as he started to undo his pants, his other hand stroking his PA’s bare upper thigh as he freed his own cock. He could feel Rhys’ shiver, and a quick pass over the kid’s crotch found him hard and twitching as well. Already he could feel a damp little spot forming in the soft fabric of his underwear.

“I don’t…you didn’t mention this in the interview…” Rhys panted as Jack ran fingers over his cock. “Do you do this with all your PAs?”

“Eh. Only the really cute ones.” Jack nosed against the back of Rhys’ neck, inhaling his pretty cologne. “And you’re the cutest I’ve had by far.”

God he really was. Pants around his knees, cock hard in his pretty pair of underwear, squirming in Jack’s lap. And Rhys was starting to make some pretty lovely noises too, especially once Jack decided to press the head of his dick against the smooth fabric of Rhys’ underwear.

The smear his pre-cum left there looked beyond enticing, and Rhys’ reaction was instant as he moaned and arched his spine. Jack hissed with pleasure as he shifted his cock to sandwich properly into the clef of Rhys’ ass, stretching the cloth out as he started to rut against it.

Rhys clung to Jack’s legs, his fingers digging into the fabric of his pants as he ground his ass back against Jack’s cock. He kept a firm grip on his PA’s ass, pressing his plump cheeks together as he thrusted his shaft between. The fabric of Rhys’ underwear delicately cradled Jack’s cock, feeling just as soft on his sensitive flesh as it did beneath his hands.

“Jack—“ Rhys’ voice broke on the moan as his cock jerked, orgasm wetting the fabric of his briefs as his cheeks clenched tight around the CEO’s thrusts. Jack rutted his hips, feeling his own arousal reach its peak moments before his dick splashed onto Rhys’ ass, streaking the pattern of his underwear with cum.

Jack rested his chin against Rhys’ shoulder as he caught his breath, hands releasing their vise-grip on his asscheeks as he embraced him around the waist and let Rhys lean back against him. He could feel his PA panting, flushed from his orgasm. Jack turned his head to leave a quick peck under Rhys’ ear.

“That was great, Rhysie. Been waiting for something like this.” Jack rested his palms on Rhys’ crotch, loving the warm cling of his briefs against his spent cock. “Think you should wear cute undies like this more often.”

Rhys let out a breathy laugh, turning his head to steal a kiss of his own from Jack’s lips.

“Yeah? You gonna buy me some, handsome?”

Jack snickered at Rhys’ nerve, already considering browsing the ECHOnet for all kinds of colors and styles of underwear he could put his cute little PA into.

“Maybe for your next bonus, kitten.”

Rhys took a nap almost immediately when he got there, exhausted from the transport. The entire cabin smelled lovely and relaxing, of pine and cinnamon spice. Despite the chill of the forest outside the interior radiated warmth, and the moment Rhys saw the comfortable couch covered in blankets he flopped down onto the cushions and knocked out.

When he finally woke up he felt fuzzy but relaxed. He yawned, stretching his arms out over his head and flexing his toes in his boots. He hadn’t even bothered to take them off before he fell asleep, he realized with an inward chuckle.

After a moment’s spent enjoying the softness of the couch and the comforting smells around him Rhys finally wobbled upright, placing his feet on the floor as he looked around, half expecting to find Jack similar conked out in the armchair, but his alpha was nowhere to be found. Rhys turned around to glance over the back of the couch to the little window that looked into the kitchen, but nope. Nothing.

Rhys stood, legs still a little wobbly from sleep, before starting to explore the rest of the cabin. It was small, about half the size of Jack’s penthouse, but not cramped or uncomfortable. Words like quaint and cozy meandered around in his head—both things he’d never figured Jack would be into, and yet it’d been Jack’s idea to build this place. There were touches of luxury here and there—the coffee table had been carved from from beautifully marbled wood, and a fancy television sat mounted above the empty fireplace—but otherwise it looked fairly rustic.

A quick peek into the kitchen confirmed Jack wasn’t there, so Rhys started to check the bathrooms and the bedrooms, eventually ending up near the back end of the house when he couldn’t find hide nor hair of his alpha. There, as Rhys ducked his head into the tiny laundry room, he finally heard a muffled thunk from outside, followed by a distinctly human grunt.

Rhys pushed open the unlocked back door onto a small little porch populated by a couple of carved chairs, tucked under a little awning. A few little lanterns glowed from the roof’s edge, providing little needed light in the late afternoon but adding to the overall ambience nonetheless.

fall cabin fic is a go

For caretaker prompts, how about 1, 6, or 18?

poor rhys gets bonked on the head, again

The first thing he sees when he wakes up is Jack, which isn’t unusual but the fact that he’s lying in a white room with his head throbbing and the scent of disinfectant heavy in his nose is. Sound feels far away but its crawling back slowly, as if from the other end of a tunnel, and when Jack’s lips move Rhys can just manage to make out what he’s trying to say.

“Who gave you permission to fall asleep, pumpkin?”

He says it with a touch of humor, because that’s how Jack says everything. Rhys isn’t sure he’s ever heard him take anything seriously but, well—this is close, because even though there’s a slight amused tinge to his voice it doesn’t reach his eyes, and his smile is flat.

“Sorry…was I not supposed to…?” Rhys replies, voice a little fuzzy and heavy. His lips and tongue feel a little too big for his mouth, making talking as difficult as hearing. Remembering what exactly had happened is proving pretty hard too, which sucks. He wants to know why exactly Jack looks like that.

“Well, I…” Jack purses his lips together, before shaking his head. “You know what? It’s fine. Now that you’re awake, it doesn’t matter.”

He keeps stroking the soft spot where Rhys’ thumb meets his forefinger. It’s nice and relaxing, a far greater and steadier reminder of reality than the machines beeping around him.

“Might matter a little…don’t really remember what the hell happened to me…” He shifts, realizing he’s only half resting against the hospital pillow. Jack’s shoulder partially supports his head and he has Rhys’ hand held snugly atop his own stomach. Rhys can feel the vibration of Jack’s voice through his middle as he talks.

“Some moron didn’t secure the Overcompensator 2.0 prototype right. Damn thing broke through its rigging on one side, swung down, and brained you on the noggin.” Jack helpfully demonstrated the incident with his free fist and their joined hands, complete with a half-hearted “scream.”

“I feel like I’d remember something like that,” Rhys mumbles, trying to think, but its just a foggy blur of unconsciousness and pain.

“Oh yeah, uh. Doctor Whatshisname told me that. You might have some memory problems considering it…knocked some stuff loose in there.” Jack tilted his chin towards Rhys’ bandaged skull. “But don’t worry, they said they stuck it all back in place. Just gotta take it easy for a few days. Coast on that LOA pay.”

“Good thing I’m sleeping with the boss…I think he’s gonna let me slide…” Rhys sighs, letting his head fall against Jack’s shoulder. The impact, though light, sends a little shock of pain through his temple. Ow. They really had done a number on him. All this from a stupid prototype? He has to have had harder knocks to the head than that.

But cybernetics can be delicate little things. It isn’t the first time something’s gone wrong inside of his skull, but it has been awhile since he’s blacked out because of it.

The two of them lapse into quiet for a few moments. Rhys notices Jack as his face relaxes, the lines in his face apparent, even with the mask. The exact mechanics of how that could work escapes Rhys for a moment, but it’s clear enough Jack hasn’t been sleeping right. Shit. How long was he out?

“You…you look almost as bad as I feel…” He breaks the silence, earning Jack’s mildly offended chuff.

“Shut up, pumpkin. Hard to keep my looks up when I’m watching over your dumb ass.”

“Wow. Were you really that worried about me?”

“Well,” Jack sniffed, “I don’t now if worried is really the right word. Annoyed maybe. If you died or got put in a frikkin’ coma who am I gonna have organizing my files and fielding my e-mails? And ordering my coffee just the way I like it. No one else is gonna do, sugar. And if Handsome Jack doesn’t have his caffeine fix in a timely fashion this whole place is gonna go down.”

“What about the blowjobs?” Rhys teases softly, giving Jack’s hand a squeeze as he snorts.

“The blowjobs are what’s holding this whole company together.”

Rhys smiles even as he feels numbness and exhaustion threaten to re-take him. He snuggles closer to Jack, craving the warmth and comfort of the CEO’s frame.

“Can I have permission to fall asleep this time?” He murmurs, breathing against the side of Jack’s neck. He smells less like the hospital, more of dusty cologne and that hint of blood that always clings to his skin. Weird to be comforted by that sort of smell especially when he’s apparently just dodged major injury, but he’ll take it.

He feels Jack lift their joined hands up until they rest against Jack’s chest, where he can feel the calmed beat of the CEO’s heart, lulling him back into a healing rest.

“I don’t mind keeping watch for a little bit longer.”