[ A year and change ago Rhys wouldn’t be nearly this difficult, this petulant. He’d probably be real eager to please; Jack would say jump and he’d say “how high?” Jack would ask him what he wanted in bed and he’d probably say everything and anything.

The answer to the second one is still mostly true, at least the former half of it. The difference now is he wants to hold on to a shred of dignity, of self control before he hands something like that over to the likes of Jack. ]

I want you to shut up.

[ But it’s said with a bit more of a playful tone this time. Rhys knows it’s an impossible ask anyways.

He momentarily lets go of Jacks cock so he can shimmy backwards till he can maneuver his way onto his knees and between Jacks legs, reaching up to pull at his pants till they’re pooled at his ankles. ]