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roxannevomitsrainbows replied to your post:
man thinking about some kind of scenario where…

Oh HELL yes. Maybe he goes into an employee washroom or something. Rhys stalks off all pissed at jacks unprofessionalism and jack is like He’s been in there a while, so he goes and looks and HOOOO �� or spmethinghahha

oooh the idea of a bathroom is good because its a fairly isolated place and gives jack a reason at least at first to not check on him 

but then he has a bad feeling and sure enough finds rhys on the verge of passing out, with some brute’s hands wrapped around his neck trying to take him out

jack probably rips this asshole off of rhys and decks him hard in the face, knocks his lights out or breaks his jaw or something, rhys coughs and grabs his throat and while jack has always imagined attractive bruising on his rival’s neck, he wanted them to be because of him and not some random freak!

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy Kink, Cock Worship

“You really love daddy’s cock, don’t you sugar?” Jack purred as he stroked his fingers through Rhys’ hair, gazing with dreamy lust down where he was busying himself kissing the side of Jack’s shaft. Rhys didn’t respond—at least not in words—instead pressing his loose, slightly damp lips against the soft skin of Jack’s cock.

“Mouth full, huh? Well, no worries baby. I’ll let you enjoy your special treat.” Jack tried to keep his patience and not just grab Rhys by the back of the head and force him on his cock already. Though he enjoyed screwing rough and fast most of the time, occasionally he didn’t mind lying back and letting Rhys do as he pleased, even if he ended up moving slow as hell. Sometimes it felt good to be properly savored.

And boy was Rhys savoring Jack’s cock like it was an expensive steak laden with all the equally expensive trimmings. He kept his eyes at half-mast, eyelashes almost kissing his cheeks as he licked and sucked from the base of Jack’s cock all the way up to the tip, where he slid his tongue against the small pearl of cum beading there. Jack stroked affectionately through Rhys’ hair, his fingers digging in just a little bit harder whenever Rhys got a little bold and enveloped more of Jack’s cock in his mouth.

“Oooh, yes. That’s the ticket, babe. Just like that,” Jack moaned, chin tilted back slightly as Rhys sucked the head of his cock into his mouth, the tip of his tongue stippling lovingly against the sensitive flesh. Jack looked down just in time to see Rhys’ smile, the sight way too cute for someone who had a dick in his mouth. Jack shuddered, nearly coming from affection alone.

God-damn. Sometimes it really did pay to take things slow.

Kinktober Day 6: Daddy Kink, Corset

Rhys gasped as he felt the fabric and fastenings of the corset start to tighten one more about his waist, forcing his straight torso inwards. He lay back against the bed, arms stretched out over his head as he patiently watched over his shoulder as Jack fawned over the corset.

“You’re looking beautiful, sugar,” Jack purred, placing one hand on Rhys’ bare shoulder blade as the other temporarily stilled, playing with the loose end of the cord as if debating whether he should tighten it further. “How you feeling? You want it tighter? You could have a beautiful, tiny little waist if we went a little tighter, sweetie.”

Rhys smirked playfully at the tone in Jack’s voice—he really was enjoying this, dressing Rhys up in such a pretty, bright blue corset. Rhys loved the color, Jack loved how well it complemented his tattooed skin. He played with the soft fabric of the pillow beneath his cheek as he looked back behind himself at his boyfriend.

“Think…I can go a little bit more. Just be gently, daddy,” Rhys purred, feeling Jack’s fingers stutter over the cord as he started to lace it tighter. Rhys’ smirk curled properly cat-like, pleased at how he could wind Jack up with just a couple words and a coy look. Not that Jack really needed to be wound—Rhys had already spotted the boner in his pants and prayed he’d decide to do something about it once he was finished fashioning Rhys a waist.

“Gentle as a butterfly, sweetheart,” Jack practically moaned as he pulled the corset tighter, cinching Rhys’ sides in further. Rhys let out a small gasp as the fabric pulled around him, holding his middle together in a flexible hug.

“Oooh yes, yes daddy, that feels nice,” Rhys cooed as he watched Jack deftly tie off the cord and sit back on his heels. Jack rubbed his chin, eyes roving up and down Rhys’ back.

“Lets turn you around, Rhysie…I wanna see how it looks.”

Rhys pushed himself up off the bed and turned over, reclining back on his elbows. His long legs stretched out against the yellow coverlet, painted toes wiggling playfully as Jack moved back to straddle his thighs.

“What do you think?” Rhys trailed his fingers down the front of his corset, leading Jack’s eyes over every little baby blue bow.

“Think I’ve got a beautiful boy here.” Jack lightly grasped Rhys’ hand before pushing it away and replacing it with his own. The added pressure of the broad palm against Rhys’ cinched waist made him squirm, his own cock hardening in his briefs.

“And now that I’ve got you all bound up and beautiful…” Jack growled, eyes darkening with lust as he leaned over Rhys’ prone form, “I’m gonna take my sweet time making you unravel.”