thethespacecoyote:

here ya go anon! hope it’s all right c:

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Despite his exorbitant wealth, Jack was a simple man when it came to certain creature comforts, coffee being one of them. Sure, he had a fancy grinder and a state of the art coffee maker fit snugly between his stovetop and juicer on his marble countertops, but once the coffee was ground and made and poured out into his favorite mug he did little more to it other than chug it down on his way out the door or sip it quietly while overlooking the expanse of his city.

So Jack didn’t really make a habit of exploring the local coffee culture, and barely set foot in any of the nearby cafes that boasted a smorgasbord of trendy, photogenic drinks. Most of them were loaded up with sugar and half didn’t even have a hint of caffeine, so it was safe to say that Jack wasn’t much of a fan.

But Rhys sure was.

The kid had been bugging him for days now to go on a “coffee date,” which was apparently a thing. Jack didn’t understand it. To him, a date was a fancy dinner with wine service and dessert for two, followed by a night of hot n’ heavy banging in the confines of his luxurious apartment. Not something as mundane as getting coffee in an overcrowded little cafe full of hipster and tweens and crackly jazz music.

But Rhys had insisted, bugging Jack night after night, until the CEO had finally given in and agreed to their coffee date—on one condition.

Which is how he ended up in line at said busy cafe with Rhys clutching onto his arm, bobbing up and down on his heeled boots as he scanned the menu.

Jack had picked the kid’s outfit as part of his conditions, combing through Rhys’ wardrobe for something that would fit the image that Jack had in mind for his boyfriend. A flouncy, floral top hung off of one of Rhys’ shoulders, exposing his curling blue tattoos and the fading bite marks scattering the slope between his neck and shoulder. A creamy strip of belly skin separated the hem of the top from the high waisted, leather skirt clinging tight to the curves of his ass and hips and just barely covering up his groin.

Rhys popped his bright pink lips around his gum, tipping down his sunglasses to peer at the refrigerated case full of prepackaged foods and drinks. Jack scowled, his hand smoothing down Rhys’ side to blatantly grope the young man’s ass, making him jump.

“Don’t waste my money on any of that shit, kitten. I’ll take you out to a proper lunch after you’ve gotten your crappy blended whatsit.” Rhys snorted, rolling his eyes as he knocked his hip against Jack’s.

“Be nice. I’m holding up my end of the bargain.”

“Me too, sugar, I said I’d buy you some shitty coffee but I didn’t say I had to be polite about it,” he grumbled, keeping his hand on Rhys’ ass even as they moved in front of the register so the kid could order.

Rhys ended up picking something that Jack could barely pronounce, putting emphasis on extra whipped cream and making Jack wish they were back home making an ice cream sundae out of Rhys’ ass instead of waiting for the kid’s blended sugar mountain to slide out from behind the bar.

Jack got bored quickly waiting for their drinks, and when he got bored his hands usually got busy. Before long the hand groping Rhys’ leather-clad ass was moving downwards, slipping below the hem of his skirt and blatantly hiking it up over the round globe of his ass. Jack peered downwards, smirking as he saw the hint of bright blue panties he’d ordered specifically for Rhys to wear along with this little ensemble. He fully palmed one of Rhys’ asscheeks, pointer finger slipping between the crack to press up against the stretched fabric of the kid’s panties and the firm, silicone plug he’d slipped inside before they had left. Rhys let out a tiny groan with a hint of protest but otherwise didn’t move, leaning in closer to Jack as he nuzzled against the peppered hair on the man’s temples.

Jack could hear a couple of people cough and whisper awkwardly behind him, could see people shifting out of the corner of his eye, but nobody dared to say anything to him. Jack’s image was plastered all over the city, his reputation well known and feared by every man, woman, and child living with Helios’ parameters. Jack’s pretty sure he could pin Rhys up against the counter and fuck him dry and no one, not even the health inspectors, would say shit about it.

And that idea was a little bit tempting, for sure, but he was also a jealous, selfish kind of guy and he didn’t trust any of these people to not snap a pic and post Rhys’ o-face all over the internet.

And if he did end up seeing any pictures of Rhys’ currently exposed ass on the net then well, he could always trace who had first sent it out and destroy their lives if he felt up to it.

He continued to fiddle with the plug hidden between Rhys’ cute cheeks, subtlety moving it inside of the young man until Rhys turned his mouth against Jack’s cheek, breathing heavily.

“Behave, daddy,” Rhys huffed, ass tensing as Jack matched his faux pout with a challenging smile. He pressed both fore and middle finger against the base of the plug, and fortunately for both Rhys and the lingering innocence of the other patrons his loud, needy cry was blocked out as the barista shouted out:

“Mango Berry Frappucino for Rhys!”

The young man stumbled forward, legs shaky as he grabbed the drink off of the counter, stabbing a straw through the whipped cream and taking a grateful sip of the swirled purple and gold beverage. Jack eyed the cup with a raised brow, shaking his head at his boyfriend.

“There’s not any coffee in there, huh sweetheart?”

“So what?” Rhys replied after a long sip, smacking his painted lips together. “You don’t really care about that. You got what you wanted.”

“Hmmm, nah, not yet I haven’t,” Jack smirked, putting his hand back on the kid’s hip as they made their way to the door, shocked and confused patrons giving them a wide berth.

“Really?”

“Nope. Not through with you just yet.”

“You groped my ass in the middle of a crowded cafe…what are you gonna do? Fuck me on the table while we get lunch?”

Jack chuckled, flipping down his sunglasses as they stepped out into the warm, summer day, feeling invincible. He gave Rhys’ waist an eager squeeze as he yanked him in close, kissing his boyfriend firmly while also being extremely in the way of anyone else trying to get into the coffee shop.

He pulled back after a couple of long, obnoxious moments, licking his lips free of the citrusy taste while Rhys looked back at him with blush high on his cheeks and his lipstick slightly smeared.

“I think,” Jack rubbed his thumbs in sensual circles against the exposed skin of Rhys’ waist, “daddy can be a little more creative than that, don’t you?”

Neither of them could see the other’s eyes behind their sunglasses, but the heat between their bodies was clear enough, even with the brilliance of the high summer sun casting down upon them. Rhys’ lips quivered and Jack wondered if perhaps he was going to kiss him back, but Rhys merely took another sip of his “coffee,” his smile turning up at the edges.

“Okay, daddy,” Rhys purred, breath slightly cool against Jack’s lips, “show me what you have in mind.”