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ngl i’ve cut a lot of sugar out of my diet and im surprised i really dont miss it…i mean a lot of really sugary things would leave me feeling really gross so i guess thats why but idk. considering i used to eat a lot more even like 3-4 years ago i feel i would miss it more

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 24: Leather, Pegging

Wilhelm was certainly the big, stoic type, and while Aurelia usually preferred her lovers to be a little more talkative, the noises Timothy was making between them more than made up for it.

“You’re such a beautiful, darling little pet, Timothy,” she trilled, running leather clad fingers through his hair as he pressed his lips along the shaft of her bright blue strap on. He knelt on all fours on the small side table between them, rocking forward slightly as Wilhelm started to work him open with his cock. The studded leather gloves wrapped around  the enforcer’s hands creaked as he gripped Timothy tightly by the hips, the one noise escaping his lips small grunts as he sunk inside.

But the sounds falling from Tim’s lips were divine, kissing Aurelia’s ears like a finely played sonata. She could feel ghosts of vibrations down through the silicone of the strap-on and against her own groin, sending little shivers of pleasure throughout her body. Timothy would certainly be taking care of those later, once she and Wilhelm thoroughly ravished him.

“Open, up, dearest, lets see those pretty teeth,” Aurelia cooed, other hand gripping Timothy’s jaw and popping his mouth wider. He went eagerly with her guidance, lips wrapped around the head of the strap on. He bobbed his head, slicking the blue material with saliva as he struggled to take it all with Wilhelm plowing into him from behind, leather chaps rubbing up against the back of his thighs.

Timothy moaned after a particularly rough thrust, one of his hands lifting to grasp at the silky fishnets wrapped around Aurelia’s legs. She smiled, pleased as he grabbed at her for purchase, seeking his mistress’s presence and comfort.

“There there, you can take it. I know you can, darling. You’ve taken so much already.” She leaned her hips in closer, allowing Timothy to grab the hem of her blue leather skirt as he pushed more of her cock in his mouth with a low mewl.

“Wilhelm and I both think you’re absolutely lovely…don’t we?” She cooed, trying to get a response out of her muscular companion, but Wilhelm only nodded, the leathery palm of his glove smacking Timothy’s ass and causing him to start. Aurelia sighed and continued cradling their young lover’s head, keeping him balanced and comforted as he was rawed red and smarting from behind.

Kinktober Day 22: Impact Play, Handjobs

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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 23: Size Difference

Timothy was lucky he could please the lich queen like this, but with each passing day in her lair it felt less and less likely she would ever let him go.

“You’re so handsome like this, darling,” Aurelia purred down upon him, her breath chilling goosebumps all along his skin. It was a bit difficult to get used to her temperature, even with cloth and armor separating his body from her clammy skin, but even so the movement of her hands over his thighs as she pulled them apart had warm pleasure tingling deep inside of him.

She laid both of his ankles over the arms of his throne, the ornate metal skulls and crystals keeping him pried open so she could access the space between his legs. He felt like a toy in his grasp, her long legs extending out well past his own, disappearing over the edge of the throne where the hem of her ice-encrusted cape swirled. His head barely came up to her chest where no heart beat against the back of his skull, and yet the words she spoke when she started to stroke his cock and slip her cold claws inside of him felt full of care and warmth odd for a member of the undead.

“You have no idea how boring it was before you came. Every other human who dared sign a contract would waste away before long but you…you’ve lasted and I’m so proud.”

Tim hugged himself, unsure where to put his hands on the baroness’s body as she played with him, her frigid touch only kindling his hapless arousal. His brother had always teased him about his affection towards capable, powerful women, and yet he’d never imagined himself sitting in the lap of an undead baroness a good couple heads higher than he was.

Warmth flooded outwards from his groin to the tips of his fingers and toes when he finally came, and morbidly he wondered if the only thing keeping him alive in Aurelia’s presence were the orgasms she loved to wring out of him, but as she curled him up and tucked him against her like a fragile kitten, he figured it best to let his eyes slide shut and not dwell too hard on it.

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: 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.