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a lot of people seem to want rival CEOs so what do you guys want? i have an idea for a heat drug/heatfic and the poisoned rhys fic I was on about a few days ago. Or any other ideas! I’m open to it because I like this AU a bunch

Kinktober Day 5: Feederism

Try as he might, Jack couldn’t get over the jealousy that’d been brewing inside of him ever since his date with Rhys last night.

No one had hit on his boyfriend, or even said anything untoward to him, no. Honestly, the date had gone pretty smoothly, and Rhys looked happy and pleased with his plate of surf and turf.

A little too pleased, actually. The moan Rhys had let out the moment that delicate piece of buttered lobster tail had touched his tongue was still burned into Jack’s mind, fueling his fuming into the next day.

Jack always cooked his best meals under stress.

Rhys walked in just as Jack placed the finishing touches, rounding the corner into the kitchen with a confused look on his face. Before he had a chance to ask what exactly Jack was up to, he was already pushing Rhys into the living room and down into a chair.

“Uh…whatever you’re doing, it smells good?” Rhys smiled through his confusion as Jack tied a napkin around his neck and gave him a small pat to the shoulder. “What’s the occasion?”

“Oh, no occasion sugar, can’t I just spoil my favorite Rhysie whenever I feel like it?” Jack called as he hopped back to the kitchen, retrieving the meal hidden under the ornate cloche and a bundle of silverware before returning to Rhys’ side. He raised his eyebrows at the single plate as Jack pulled up another chair right besides him and unfurled the silverware onto another napkin, this one a deep golden-yellow.

“You’re not going to eat anything?”

“Later, baby, later. Right now, I wanna just focus on you.”

“Okaaaay.” Rhys looked skeptical, but couldn’t be too concerned when Jack pulled up the cloche and revealed the dish underneath. A pretty broiled filet mignon, topped with lobster baked in truffle butter, paired with tender macaroni and cheese and some crispy brussels sprouts. Jack preened with pride at the look on Rhys’ face.

“I know you had a fancy dinner last night, pumpkin, but I guarantee you this is gonna blow that outta the water.” Jack gently pushed away Rhys’ hands with a tut as he reached for the knife and fork.

“Is…is that what this is about? Jack, you don’t have to prove you’re better at cooking, I already—“ Jack shushed his boyfriend with a wave of his hand before he started to cut into the steak, the juices flowing out red and lustrous over the plate. Jack could see Rhys licking his lips out of the corner of his eyes. He smirked, spearing the piece of steak and part of the lobster on the fork before he raised it up to Rhys’ mouth.

“Here. Taste.” Rhys didn’t need to be asked twice. He leaned forward, taking the delicate bite from the fork and finally giving Jack his long-sought after moan.

Something satisfying rolled in his stomach as he watched Rhys relish in the food, a pleased smile spreading over his face as he swallowed.

“Mmmm, oh god Jack,” Rhys practically purred as he opened his eyes halfway, lapping the drop of butter and tender juice from his lips. “That’s amazing.”

“Yeah?” Jack grinned as he scooped up a forkful of the macaroni, pairing it with the brussels sprouts before bringing it to Rhys’ lips. Another moan rolled up from his boyfriend’s throat as he chewed, noise again going right to Jack’s dick.

“It’s perfect,” Rhys complimented, fawning tone in his voice almost too thick, but if even if he was just buttering him up, playing the part, Jack didn’t care. He found himself far too into feeding Rhys, hearing the pleasure in his voice as he filled him with food.

Soon enough the plate was cleared of every last scrap of food, the meal disappeared down into Rhys’ satisfied belly. He licked his lips and placed a hand atop his middle. Jack’s fingers snaked over, eager to feel, but Rhys’ pushed him back with with a coy grin.

“Oh no, not yet, handsome. What about dessert?”

Jack’s heart stopped. Shit. He hadn’t even planned any dessert.

But he always took pride in thinking on his feet.

“Dessert? Sure, pumpkin.” Jack patted Rhys’ thigh before rising to his feet, trying to ignore the arousal brewing in his stomach for just a little bit longer. “You just sit tight, cupcake, I’ll bring it right out.”

Maybe once he plied Rhys with the fanciest ice cream sundae he could throw together, the kid would let Jack get his hands on him.

oh finally some good news on the starbucks front: my current manager is leaving and my old ASM who I love and am good friends with is coming back to be our manager

I’m hoping the job might suck a little bit less now, tho I’m still looking for something else

Kinktober Day 5: Sadism/Masochism

Typically Jack was the one who liked to drag his teeth and nails all over Rhys’ body—he could hardly resist, not when Rhys scratched and bruised so beautifully.

But sometimes he liked to experience new things, and when he slipped his fingers into Rhys’ mouth, only for his boyfriend to clamp down and bite them, something new spiked up in his groin.

“Oh, baby, got some nasty little chompers on you huh?” Jack purred at the pain lancing through his fingers. Rhys had already released them, looking a little ashamed of himself for biting his boyfriend, but Jack’s eyes already glittered with lust and interest.

“Those things can really do some damage….you been holding out on me, sweetheart?” Jack pressed his thumb against Rhys; upper lip, pushing it out of the way to examine those pearly whites a little further. Rhys’ smile always looked dazzling, but now that Jack new how badly they could hurt he paid his teeth a little more mind.

“Wh…what’re you doing?” Rhys mumbled, eyebrows furrowing together at Jack’s sudden fixation. They’d been in the middle of their usual foreplay when Rhys bit his fingers, but now Jack had a new plan.

“I wanna see what else you can do with that little mouth of yours, sweetheart. You know, really let me have it.” Jack tilted his chin up and exposed his neck, pointing towards the soft skin of his throat to drive the point further home. “C’mon. Nothing wrong with trying something new, huh?”

Soon enough Jack got Rhys on top of him, straddling his hips as he laid back against the bed, taking Rhys’ usual position. Jack kept his hands on his boyfriend’s ass, squeezing it tight as Rhys brought his lips against Jack’s neck. He could feel the hesitation in Rhys’ breath, the young man less practiced than his partner when it came to dishing out the rougher sort of fun.

“C’mon, Rhysie, don’t be shy,” Jack mumbled, giving Rhys’ rear an encouraging little pinch. “Go on, really give it to me.”

Finally Rhys opened his jaw wider, lips pulling over those perfect teeth. Jack shuddered with newfound pleasure as Rhys pressed the points of his canines against his skin, testing its give a moment before biting down properly.

“Yes,” Jack growled at the sudden pressure and fine pinpricks of pain, his fingers digging harder into Rhys’ ass, “god, harder Rhysie, harder.”

Now with the taste of Jack’s blood in his mouth, Rhys had no problems biting deeper into his boyfriend’s neck.

Kinktober Day 5: Shotgunning

Sometimes, when Rhys got into a particular state of mind, all he wanted to do was to sit in Jack’s lap, no matter what he was busy with. Jack never found himself particularly opposed to it, not even now, when he was winding down with one of his nice cigars. Jack didn’t smoke all that often, but today he’d just been itching for one of them.

Rhys walked in just as he started to light it up, though he didn’t bother to stop as his boyfriend approached the desk. Rhys had one of his favorite outfits on—a nice pair of jean shorts and a blue crop top that showed off a nice fat sliver of his belly. Jack liked it plenty too. Lots of exposed skin, and not too complicated to get off.

“What are you doing, daddy?” Rhys circled around the desk and slid into Jack’s lap as soon as he got close enough, one arm hooking playfully around his neck. The CEO smirked, one hand going to its customary place on Rhys’ lower back as he cradled the smoldering cigar with the other.

“Nothing much, sweetie. Just relaxing.” Jack leaned in to press a small kiss to his boyfriend’s mouth. Rhys chased him as he pulled away, licking his lips and keeping close.

“You taste really good, daddy…” Rhys’ eyes drifted to the cigar smoking between Jack’s fingers. “That must be it…can I try?”

Jack’s looked from the cigar to Rhys, a good-natured chuckle rumbling up from his chest. He relaxed further into his chair, thoroughly enjoying Rhys’ behavior.

“I dunno, sugar, it might be too much for you…don’t want you to cough those pretty pink lungs out, huh?” Jack’s hand slowly drifted up his boyfriend’s back, tickling his spine beneath the clingy thin fabric of his crop top. Rhys feigned a pout and lightly kicked his legs.

“Awww, come on. Please? Please, daddy?”

Jack had never been serious about denying him, but he still cocked his head and pretended to think.

“Well…actually, I think I’ve got a plan that’ll work out.” Jack’s hand urged Rhys to sit a little closer as he brought the cigar to his lips. The smoldering tip glowed bright for a moment as Jack inhaled, holding the smoke in his mouth. He rested the cigar in the ashtray on his desk as he turned back to Rhys, his fingers running up to tangle in the boy’s hair as he brought their lips together.

Rhys made the most delectable sound as Jack breathed the smoke out into his mouth, sharing the spice and burn between them. He squirmed in his lap, thighs sliding attractively together as he relished in the feeling of Jack’s lips on his and the smoke filling his mouth, drifting down his throat and up into his nose.

When Jack finally pulled away Rhys eyes looked dazed and his smile spread in a lazy curve. His lips parted slightly, letting smoke curl out in pretty tendrils from both ends.

“Mmm, that was really nice,” Rhys purred as his tongue flicked out like a kitten’s. He lifted his finger to trail underneath Jack’s chin, brushing against the slight stubble.

“Yeah?” Jack’s hand fell from his hair down to the back of his neck where it squeezed, gentle yet possessive, with just the amount of pressure Rhys liked best. “You better say thank you, baby, since daddy shared his fancy cigar with you.”

“Oh, you’re right. Don’t want to forget my manners.” Rhys fingers brushed against Jack’s stomach as they trailed downwards. “Though a verbal thanks won’t be enough, I think.”

Jack spread his legs as Rhys’ hand rested atop his crotch, figuring he could always finish that cigar after Rhys was done properly thanking him.  

Kinktober Day 4: Spitroasting

Jack and Tim were practically identical—as they should be, too, considering how much money Jack had sunk into his doppleganger’s surgery. But apparently all that cash and personal inspections meant nothing to Rhys, who insisted he take a closer look and make sure Tim and Jack were exactly the same.

Jack was pretty sure Rhys just wanted an excuse to get Tim’s cock in his mouth, but whatever. Rhys’ occupation with Timmy’s pretty, sculpted member gave Jack full access to his boyfriend’s rear. Rhys didn’t bother protesting when Jack stuck the first lube-slicked finger in so he kept going, eventually sliding in between Rhys’ tight cheeks as he licked up and down Timothy’s shaft.

“Oooh,’ Rhys moaned into Tim’s crotch as Jack in sunk up to the hilt. He looked over his shoulder with a smirk, a bit of pre-cum already glistening on his chin. “Hmmm.”

“What, cupcake?” Jack raised his eyebrow as he started to rut shallowly inside of Rhys, rocking him slightly forward against Tim’s groin.

“You know…think he’s a little bit thicker than you are…” Rhys licked the drop of cum from his chin, smile a challenge to Jack’s ego. The CEO punctuated his growl with a sharp thrust that earned him a giggling gasp.

“Watch yourself…and even if Timmy is a bit thicker, he can’t match me when it comes to power. You just wait.”

Tim’s expression was stuck between pleasure and nerves as Rhys turned back towards his cock and took it into his mouth, sucking it midway down the shaft as he teased the tender flesh with his tongue. He had his hands placed on Rhys’ shoulders, passively holding him like he wasn’t sure how rough he could get with his boss’s boyfriend.

Jack smirked, bracing a hand against the small of Rhys’ back as he picked up the pace of his thrusts, seeking out the familiar spots inside of him. Even if there were differences between he and Tim, that was nothing he couldn’t make up for with experience.

Kinktober Day 4: Mirror Sex, Spanking, Dacryphilia

“You’re lucky you cry so nice and pretty, Rhysie,” Jack spoke up in between two loud smacks of his belt, “else I would’ve really let you have it for being such a baby.”

Rhys thought that he was holding up pretty well, considering the fact that Jack had been at it for a good while now. His poor, flogged ass had almost stopped hurting in between strikes, sensation replaced with a sharp tingle, sensation stinging all the way into his spine. He sniffed and held tighter onto the forearms folded beneath his head, the burn of the rug on his elbows and knees only adding to the confusion of feelings inside his gut.

“Eyes up, Rhysie, how many times do I have to tell you,” Jack commanded after another slap, the buckle of the belt clinking against the floor for a moment before fingers wound in Rhys’ hair and tugged it upwards, forcing him to confront the sight he’d been trying to avoid.

Jack had pulled the floor length mirror from the other end of the bedroom to position it right in front of where Rhys had been pinned to the floor. He’d tried to avoid looking at it as Jack whipped his ass, knowing by the heat and wetness in his cheeks he was already crying, but with Jack’s fingers in his hair pulling his head up he had no choice.

He looked like a mess. His cheeks and eyes were bright red and puffy, a sharp contrast to the rest of his pale skin. His lips were pink and bitten and wet from spit that trailed down to the point of his chin. Rhys thought he looked completely debauched, but Jack let out an appreciative purr from somewhere above him.

“Damn. You really are cute like this. A sight like that makes me feel a lil’ more forgiving.” Rhys could feel Jack’s finger rub over the tender spots on his ass, touch a hair kinder than it’d been before. “Maybe you’re finally ready to be screwed like a good boy.”

“Y-Yes, please,” Rhys moans, looking up beyond his crying face in the mirror and where he could see Jack crouched over him. Though the dim light he could see Jack had opened the fly of his pants and let out his cock, the belt tossed off to the side, and Rhys felt like he could cry in relief if he hadn’t already exhausted all the tears in his body.

“Thank you daddy, yes, please, I’ll be good…” Rhys begged, swallowing roughly as he watched Jack finally get on his knees. Even the rough hands on his ass felt good as Jack pulled his hips up to his crotch and rubbed his shaft against the whipped flesh.

Gonna get you crying in pleasure in just a moment, kiddo. Keep your eyes forward, it’s gonna be quite a show,” Jack chuckled as he spread Rhys’ cheeks, taking a moment to enjoy their reflection in the mirror before he pushed in.