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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.  

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?”