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“Ugh,” Rhys moaned as he flopped down on the couch and planted his face into a pillow. His entire upper body smarted, like it did sometimes when he exerted his cybernetic arm too much. He didn’t remember doing too much physical today, but regardless, his muscles ached.

Thankfully, Jack was there to lend a helping hand.

“Just lie back, sugar. Daddy’s gonna take care of you.” Jack straddled him from behind, rolling the hem of Rhys’ undershirt up until it exposed most of his back. The young man hummed, turning his head to the side to look up at Jack as broad hands, slicked with scented oil, started to work into his tightened muscles.

“Oh…oh man, yes. That’s it…” Rhys moaned, body and eyes feeling heavy and relaxed as Jack rubbed and kneaded his back. He never knew his boyfriend to be so skilled with his hands, but oh he was just melting into this. A pleased smile spread over his lips as the smell of lavender and rosemary filled his nose. Jack’s fingers worked into the tense tissue, massaging it out until he lay so loose and lazy on the couch that he barely reacted when Jack’s hands started to move a little bit lower.

Rhys let out a small, interested moan when Jack’s oily digits started to peel back the waistband of his boxers. He wiggled languidly against the couch, holding his pillow to his face as Jack’s hands cupped his ass and started to gently stroke against the skin.

“Mmm…not sore down there…” Rhys murmured, against the fabric of his pillow. Through a half-closed eye he could see Jack over his shoulder, smiling sleepily at the lustful look on his boyfriend’s face.

“Well, not yet, pumpkin.” Jack winked, giving Rhys’ ass a firm rub.

“Don’t be too rough…” The young man mumbled after a moment, honestly just relaxed into the smell of the aromatic oils and the pressure of Jack’s hands. Still, pleasured feelings warmed in his groin as Jack caressed his ass, slipping a finger in between his cheeks to brush oil up against his hole. Rhys twitched, hips lazily rising up from the couch to meet his boyfriend’s palms.

“Oh, I’ll be delicate as a flower, sweetheart. Don’t you fret,” Jack whispered, fingertips stroking over Rhys’ entrance as he left more skin burnished with oil. “Just relax and look pretty, and daddy will take care of everything else for you.”

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Of course Rhys would screw up his first night on the job.

All he had to do was serve the drinks the bartender finished to the proper clients. Remembering what went where and to who wasn’t the hard part, but apparently keeping balance on his new pair of high-heeled work boots was too much of a task for him. So just as he ambled to the booth of well-dressed businessmen who’d ordered a round of the club’s signature cocktails one heel jiggled and slipped out from underneath him, causing the drinks to fly through the air and douse both Rhys and the man sitting closest to him.

Rhys gasped as the liquor soaked his clothes and dripped onto the floor. He nearly slipped again as he struggled to both keep his balance and figure out what to say to the man who’s fancy suit he’d just splashed. He clapped his hands over his mouth, mumbling out apologies as intense eyes fell over him. The rest of the man’s party fell silent, lips slightly parted, watching the both of them intently as if they expected their companion to blow up.

But the man only smiled as he lifted a hand to his nose and sniffed it.

“You know, I was really looking forward to trying out this cocktail, pumpkin.” He slid around in the booth until he faced Rhys, legs parted and elbow leaned on the table. Rhys swallowed, feeling the eyes of the patrons of the other tables on him as they started to whisper and gossip. But he couldn’t tear his eyes away from this man and the way he appraised Rhys with sharp eyes. He couldn’t even bring himself to try to apologize, his voice locked on a stutter.

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someone wanted jack eating sushi off rhys’ body

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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.  

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modern AU, kind of?

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“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.”

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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.

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“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.