Tag: spacetext

Kinktober Day 15: Forniphilia

Honestly, this was a bit of a test.

Jack had been training Rhys’ stamina for quite a while now, but this party would be the ultimate means of determining whether all that had worked.

Rhys stood on all fours between one of the pairs of leather couches in a corner of the party away from the main traffic streaming in from the double doors. Jack stood nearby, ensuring his lover’s safety as well as watching Rhys for signs of weakness. He could see the slight tremble in his limbs from this close but Rhys still held firm, his wrists and ankles held at a steady distance apart by two elegant gold spreader bars.

A bottle of wine and a couple undisturbed glasses sat atop the panel strapped to Rhys’ back, held still by his straight, trained posture. Jack watched people walk by, glancing in disgust or morbid interest in Rhys’ direction but he cared little about their opinions. If they wanted to attend his parties, they’d have to play by his rules.

“Well, if no one’s gonna be brave enough to have a drink with me…might as well be the firs to crack this open.” Jack took a seat in one of the large chairs, leather squeaking underneath his weight as he reached for the wine and corkscrew sitting near the edge of the “table” sitting just above Rhys’ ass. He couldn’t resist a small stroke to his lower’s leather clad cheeks before popping the cork out of the bottle neck.

“You must be thirsty, huh Rhysie? Too bad, though,” Jack addressed his lover’s bowed head. No noise came from behind the gag covering his mouth, and the blindfold made it hard to read Rhys’ expression in any meaningful fashion. The trembling in his legs and arms continued but he still held steady.

“If you make it, though, you’ll be handsomely rewarded later. Get it?” Jack purred as he sloshed the dark red wine into the glass, gazing at Rhys over the rim. “I’ll be screwing you in all the ways you’ve craving right now, you sicko.”

He could see Rhys’ bulge hanging heavy in his leather shorts, a sure sign Rhys didn’t hate being on display and made to submit like an object. Jack smirked, swirling the wine in his glass before taking a sip of the lukewarm, syrupy liquid.

“Just another couple hours, pumpkin.” Jack nudged the toe of his dress shoe against Rhys bound wrist as he smacked his lips, feeling the alcohol join the amused feeling in his stomach.

Kinktober Day 13: Weight Gain, Creampie

Jack had first noticed something weird about Rhys’ clothing about a week ago.

Usually, his PA wore that vest and teal shirt combo, with his nerdy red tie running up the middle. Jack got used to it just as he got used to Rhys bringing him coffee and tapping the toe of his boot against the floor when he was thinking. So when that changed, when Rhys walked into the office one morning wearing a dark grey turtleneck, Jack couldn’t help but think why. Especially when the omega didn’t acknowledge it.

He’d made a conscious choice to pay attention to Rhys’ outfits after he’d noticed the change the first time. Sure enough, Rhys wore sweaters or jackets every single day of the week. He didn’t bother shrugging them off when he go to the office, either, keeping them on from the moment he handed Jack his coffee in the morning to when he said goodbye at the end of the day.

Naturally, Jack got suspicious.

He rested his chin on his tented fingers one workday as he waited for Rhys to arrive, mind occupied less with the morning’s schedule and more with exactly why his PA had decided to change up his wardrobe.

“Maybe he’s hiding something?” Jack muses aloud, tapping a finger against his lip. Sure, that could be it. But what would Rhys even need to hide? Jack knew him inside and out thanks to both his company profile and the fact that they’d spent the last few months working in close contact with each other. If Rhys had some weird scars or injuries or new cybernetics he was trying to hide, Jack would probably know about it right?

He remained largely in the same, contemplative position up until Rhys finally walked in with a coffee in each hand and a handle bag looped around his wrist and—sure enough, instead of the vest and shirt combo Jack had grown used to, he wore a deep navy sweater instead. It looked good on him, sure—almost everything did, Rhys was just like that—but it’s mere existence bugged the hell out of Jack. Rhys must’ve noticed his scrutiny, because as he walked close enough to Jack’s desk to set the man’s coffee atop it, he raised his eyebrow.

“Jack? Is something wrong?” I’m not late am I—no, I’m not late,” he corrected, presumably checking the time on his ECHOeye. But Jack was already up, getting close enough to Rhys in one long stride before he grabbed the hem of his PA’s sweater and pulled it up.

Rhys squawked and started so hard he nearly fell over. Jack’s hand shot out to steady him, though his grip was light and distracted as he gazed at what lay beneath Rhys’ sweaters.

No scars, no injuries. No fancy new prosthetics or implants or anything. Not even new tattoos. Nothing like that.

Rhys just looked…well…like he’d packed on a few pounds.

Jack gaped as Rhys struggled to pull down the hem of his shirt only for the CEO to catch his wrist and hold it aloft. Little frustrated mewls snorted from Rhys as he turned his head to the side, his cheeks colored bright pink.

“You…will you stop staring?” He hissed, but Jack paid it little mind. His eyes scanned over how Rhys had filled out, his pale stomach and hips spilling out slightly over the waistband of his pants. Little red marks curled up diagonally along his torso, and from under the rucked-up hem of Rhys’ sweater he could see the soft, rounded undersides of his tattooed pecs.

“Okay, you’ve had your fun. I get it.” Rhys tried wriggling away, face set in a pout. “I was trying to…I knew you’d just tease me so I didn’t want to deal with it, okay?”

“Tease you? Over what?” Jack cocked his head to the side, finally lifting his head from Rhys’ middle to look his PA in the eye. “It doesn’t look bad on you, sugar, just…what’s going on?”

Rhys huffed, though as Jack lowered the hem of his sweater he looked a little more relieved.

“Something-something omega genetics, all right? The details don’t really matter but…in the wintertime my body likes to stock up, okay? So I get a little…like this.”

“Wintertime? Babe, did you forget we’re on a space station?”

“No, but my body doesn’t know that.” Rhys frowned. “Can we just drop it? It’s embarrassing.”

“Embarrassing? Oh, no no no,” The hand grabbing Rhys’ wrist released it, before both of Jack’s palms pressed under the omega’s sweater and against his full hips, giving them a seductive squeeze. “Pumpkin, this isn’t embarrassing. This is sexy as hell.”

Fortunately, it didn’t take much more convincing to get Rhys to—at least for the time being—accept the fact that Jack really did appreciate what winter weight did to his body. Thankfully, too, as the sexual tension between them was starting to give Jack more grey hairs than the respectful streak he already had going.

With Rhys laying back against the desk and those wonderful thighs squeezed around his waist Jack finally found himself knotting inside of his PA, leaving him wonderfully sticky and messy with cum once he finally pulled out and away. Rhys panted, his sweater all the way rucked up and over his chest, leaving his perfect body totally on display as Jack affectionately pressed against his stomach, enjoying the soft sink of his flesh as cum and slick leaked out of his hole.

“You know…” Jack purred as he kissed over the bites he’d left on Rhys’ pecs, leaning into the fingers stroking through his hair, “now that I know what’s underneath, I don’t really mind the sweaters.” He kissed one of Rhys’ reddened nipples before smirking up at his PA. “They’re cute. Though if you wanted to go back to wearing something tighter I certainly wouldn’t mind.”

Rhys chuckled breathily, his hand urging Jack to lean over and kiss him as he wound his legs back around the CEO’s hips.

“If it gets you to knot me like that again, I’ll wear anything you want me to.”

Kinktober Day 14: Tentacles, Distention, Asphyxiation

Idk why Jack has weird purple energy tentacles, he just does

Rhys didn’t know exactly where the tentacles were coming from.

It…it sort of looked like they were emanating out from Jack’s body, some unfurling from underneath the hem of his sweater while others curled around his waist and hips, floating towards Rhys like boneless, ethereal fingers.

“Jack?” Rhys tried, taking one step back when he got no response. When he’d gotten the message to meet his boss down at the office, he’d gone with little hesitation, not anticipation this—whatever it was. His brain raced for understanding as he tried to process the scene before him and whether there was anything he could do to help.

Or if he should run away.

Energy suddenly scintillated along Jack’s scar like a muted bolt of lightning, momentarily freezing Rhys in place as his heart leapt in fear, but then the first of the tentacles reached out and touched his flesh hand.

The effect was immediate. Rhys’ fingers twitched as his skin suddenly felt both warm and numb, like some kind of analgesic that spread out over his arm as the tentacle wound up to his shoulder. Rhys’ feet stumbled forward as more tentacles joined the first, tugging him closer and closer to Jack as they started to properly explore his body. Rhys started as one started to feel at the collar of his shirt, pulling it aside to touch his chest.

“H-Hey, wait—“ Rhys tried to grab the tentacle with his cybernetic hand. Immediately, sparks flared up from his fingers, nearly blinding him with purple light as his arm suddenly swung back down to his side like a pendulum, weighty and unresponsive. Rhys’ heart leapt, alarmed at the sudden disabling of his cybernetic, only for the tentacles to massage against his skin with their soothing warmth.

“…Jack?” Rhys spoke, voice starting to edge into breathy as the other man stepped closer, looking him up and down as the tentacles started to undress him. Rhys still had no idea why this was happening and by the distant yet interested expression on Jack’s face, he knew he wasn’t about to get any explanation. At least until after Jack and whatever these things were had their fun.

It didn’t take long for the tentacles to get his shirt open and his pants down around his knees and by that point his skin was simmering with warmth, feeling stronger beneath the immediate path of the appendages as they held and stroked him.

Through dazed eyes he could see the tips of the tentacles trailing something filmy and translucent all over his body, like the tracks of a snail. They dripped as they bunched down between his legs, one curling around his cock while the others started to push into his hole. Rhys gasped—unused to sudden intrusion with little prep—but with the soothing sensation and slick lube of the appendages he soon found himself relaxing into the feeling.

He grew so lost within the sensation, as the tentacles pushed up inside of him, leaking so much fluid that his stomach started to slightly bulge outwards, that he almost leapt when something much more solid and less slimy stroked his face. He opened his eyes—unsure when exactly he’d closed them—to see the glow of Jack’s scar and the intensity in his gaze, now mere inches from his face.

Rhys heard someone say his name in his head and it sounded vaguely like Jack, but almost distorted, as if radioed in from galaxy’s away. He smiled foolishly anyway, leaning in to meet his lover’s lips in a loose kiss.

As Rhys kissed Jack, as the tentacles pulsed and writhed inside of him and touched his body and jerked off his cock, he could feel his need winding up inside of him like a knot about to be pulled apart. He wasn’t uncomfortable with the tentacles and fullness inside him, nor the helplessness he might usually worry about. Rhys felt like floating, his body numb and cybernetic arm limp and unnecessary as Jack’s appendages cradled him like softly curling galaxies.  

Rhys didn’t even realize one of the tentacles was wrapped around his throat, digging into his airways. He lolled his tongue out of his mouth when Jack pulled away from the kiss, saliva dripping dow his chin as it squeezed him tightly, as if needing to make a point to its existence. Rhys didn’t care—it all felt so good, so warm and wonderful that he didn’t even realize what the tentacle was doing until it let go with one final squeeze, letting Rhys gasp for breath. And with the sudden, unexpected unwinding he finally came, his release a pearly purple in the light emanating from Jack’s tentacles.

This time, when he sagged back, his legs going to jelly from orgasm, strong, inflexible arms caught him. Rhys’ head tipped forward as he draped his weight against Jack’s, the numb comforting feeling not fading even as the ethereal tentacles around them did.

Kinktober Day 13: Distracted Sex, Gags

For once Jack actually needed to pay attention. So of course, Rhys go it into his head that he wanted to get down and dirty during this pretty important video call.

Jack grunted as he stood at his desk, pushing at Rhys’ hand as it tried to trail up his bicep to his shoulder. He was still waiting for the rest of the participants to connect to the call, but he didn’t need to get into anything right now, no matter how insistent Rhys acted. Or how sensually he touched him. Or how much he batted his eyelashes or parted his lips or tried any of his usual tricks. Nuh-uh. Jack wasn’t gonna give into this until he’d finished business for the day.

Of course Rhys wasn’t gonna give up either, though. Jack let out a warning growl, briefly taking his eyes away from the spinning circle on the video call’s loading screen. It would go live any minute now, but Rhys wasn’t taking the hint. His pale fingers stroked over to Jack’s chest, bumping over the cloak clipped to his lapel before he rubbed into the soft material of his sweater.

“Jack, c’mon—“

“Hey.” Jack stopped him as he pressed his finger to Rhys’ lip, eyebrows knit in frustration. “You wanna have some fun, sweetheart? You better keep your mouth shut while daddy’s busy.”

Rhys wasn’t gonna ease up? Fine. He could do what he wanted as long as he behaved long enough for Jack to finish up his call.

Rhys mimed a zipper over his mouth as he got down on his knees, only for Jack to shake his head and grip the knot of the tie around his neck.

“Oh no, pumpkin. Sorry, this is a real important call, and I just don’t trust you not to let something slip.” Jack unclipped the tie, familiar with the fact that Rhys could knot a real one to save his life, before balling it together and pushing the red fabric between Rhys’ teeth. His boyfriend’s eyes narrowed, slightly affronted even as he moved to kneel between Jack’s legs. The CEO kept his eye on the screen floating in front of him, angling it up and away from his lap as the rest of the participants started to filter in. Any moment now he’d be ready to start. His eyes flitted down to watch as Rhys shimmied down his pants, procuring a tiny tube of lube from his pants so he could finger himself open. Jeez. Had Rhys really been planning this? Couldn’t wait a half hour ’til the meeting was done?

Apparently not, because Rhys didn’t spend too much time prepping himself before he turned around and pushed his bare ass up against Jack. He reached behind himself, carefully grasping the base of Jack’s cock as he tried to direct it into his hole. The CEO’s expression flickered even as he tried to keep it steady, tried to pay more attention to the images on the voice call’s screen. He tilted the monitor up just enough to block any hint of wrongdoing as Rhys finally managed to get Jack’s cock inside of him with a small gasp.

Jack tensed, trying to keep a calm face and focus as he started speaking to those gathered at the call as he stood at his desk, giving Rhys a little bit more space to fuck himself on Jack’s cock.

The CEO tried his best to pay proper attention—much as he didn’t like it, he’d need agreement, coerced or otherwise, from the heads of the main departments to move forward with his current plans—but with the eager movements of Rhys’ hips and the barely audibly moans Jack could nevertheless make out from behind the damp tie stuffed in his boyfriend’s mouth made it harder. Though with Rhys doing most of the work, he could almost zone out and just enjoy the pleasurable feelings in his stomach while his brain groped for words whenever someone in the call asked him a question.

“What? Oh yeah, sure,” he replied to the head of Marketing without really hearing what he was saying. Jeez, was Rhys always strong enough to fuck himself on Jack’s dick like this? Maybe it was the arm.

He could feel his knees growing a little weak thanks to his mountain arousal, but if he sat down there’d be little way to hide Rhys’ from the rest of the call. Not that he cared what they thought of him or his sexual appetites, but it’d be even harder to properly focus with Rhys grinding in his lap and blocking his view.

By the time Jack wrapped things up and managed to tap the End Call button he was teetering on the brink, finally reaching down to grab Rhys and hoist him properly up. He pushed his PA down against the desk, right through the hologram, and roughly snapped his hips. His hands pressed hard against the back of Rhys’ neck, earning a muffled choke from behind the gag.

“You’re so—ugh—naughty—“ Jack growled through his teeth as he thrusted harder into Rhys, finally tipping over the edge only a couple moments later. He buried himself inside his PA, forcing the both of them to come in tandem, with Rhys splattering all over the surface of the desk.

“Like how it feels when I give you my full attention?” Jack laid over Rhys’ body to coo in his boyfriend’s ear, garnering a satisfied moan.

lord help me every dumbass bitching about the ao3 donation drives shut up

you dont HAVE to do anything you literally dont you can still use it for free just fucking ignore it if it bothers you that much! or make a different fucking site! DO something other than bitch for once in your dumbass lives