thethespacecoyote:

ooooh transformation mid sex sounds pretty hot though c; poor rhys’ ass will be in for a surprise then 

thethespacecoyote:

The moment Jack discovered Rhys was ticklish he knew he’d never let his boyfriend live it down.

It’d happened a few times while they were touching or cuddling—Jack would trail his finger down Rhys’ thigh or kiss under his neck and squeeze a little titter out of him. It amused him just as much as it annoyed Rhys, and doing it on purpose was a one-way ticket to the couch for the evening. Not that Jack let that stop him. In fact, he’d kept on wondering exactly how ticklish Rhys was, and how many frustrated giggles he could wring out of him if he poked and prodded the right spots.

One morning Jack decided to take things to the next level. He padded quietly into the kitchen, spying where Rhys stood in front of the toaster waiting for his bagel to pop up. He was distracted, picking at his nails. Jack grinned as he prowled up behind him, shooting his hands up and underneath Rhys’ sleep shirt.

Rhys instantly squealed, his entire body hunching over as Jack mercilessly tickled his middle. Yup. Definitely the spot. Jack snickered as Rhys squirmed and flailed wildly about, whacking Jack’s hands and begging him to stop in between breathless pants.

“J-Jack, I—I mean it, don’t—!” Rhys wailed, but the CEO wasn’t through yet, he wanted to figure out where else his boyfriend was ticklish. He clamped one arm around Rhys’ waist, the hand of the other moving down towards his thighs to test those out, only to stop when it got to the young man’s groin.

Rhys bit his lip and shut his eyes tight, cheeks bright red. Jack had figured that’d been because of the tickling, but as his palm pressed against the bulge in Rhys’ shorts he realized there was something more.

“Pumpkin.” Disbelief lifted Jack’s tone. “Are you…are you hard?”

An annoyed whine slipped between Rhys’ lips.

“You didn’t…I didn’t want you to tickle me…” He frowned, trying to wriggle out of Jack’s arms but the older man held him close, hand now squeezing with interest over Rhys’ crotch.

“Hoo boy. Didn’t think that would happen,” Jack snickered, starting to massage Rhys’ cock. “You hiding any more freaky little kinks in there, sugar?”

When Rhys didn’t reply Jack trailed a delicate circle in Rhys’ stomach that earned him a shiver. The hand holding his cock moved just as slowly and softly, teasing Rhys’ accidental arousal.

“Guess I’ll just have to see how many I can wring outta you.”

thethespacecoyote:

Much to his frustration, Rhys’ new suppressors were wreaking a bit of havoc on his body.

The extra sensitivity he could deal with. Same with the increased appetite. He hoped they’d both even out within a few weeks as his system adjusted to the new drug, but he could at least cope with it for the time being.

But his chest was embarrassing the fuck out of him and he could not deal.

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