[But it's fair, there's very few fuckable options on Pandora. At least when Jack was there. Whatever, he can provide enough dirty talk for the both of them!
Jack's shirt is easily dealt with. While he'd kept up with his appearance as much as possible before his changes, between working out and utilizing one of the greatest medical staffs in the galaxy, he's a man in middle age who enjoyed junk food and alcohol. His shoulders and chest are well defined and broad with muscle, but his middle is soft. Here and there he's marked with scars. He's got no shame, though. He knows he looks good.
And he arches up into Rhys' touch with a hiss of pleasure, lifting his hips to help get his pants down over his hips. He really, really needs some direct attention to his cock.]
Be honest with me, pretty boy. How long you been waiting to do this, huh? Cuz I know you wanted me before tonight.
[ Well, he may not have the body of idealized Jack in all the propaganda (and…what must have been body double porn) but he’s still doing it for Rhys. He’s closing in on 30 himself after all, and his standards have become mature in that regard.
He grazes his palm over Jacks dick as he pushes his pants down as far as they’ll go with Rhys still sitting on him. He steals a glance down, considering Jacks question before wrapping his organic fingers around Jacks length and giving an experimental squeeze.
The real answer is an easy one: close to ten years, since before he even got stationed on Helios. Instead he says: ]
[Jack chuckles, a sound that quickly turns to a pleasured groan at the touch of Rhys' hand on him. He moves into the touch eagerly.]
Oh come on...you're half naked in my lap and giving me a handy right after drinking my blood, now is not the time to get all coy, Rhys! It's okay, I'm Handsome Jack, of course you want me!
[It's just normal.
Idly, he wonders if Rhys' cybernetic arm has any neat tricks that can be used in bed. Sometimes they do, and since his changes, he's learned the appeal of robo-sex. But that's something to ask about another time.]
Come on... [He punctuates his words with a thrust of his hips, encouraging Rhys to keep going.] You've got me right here, ready and willing and hard in your hand, pumpkin. How about you tell me exactly what you want.
[ 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. ]
Not gonna happen! But I like where this is going...Ya look real good kneeling in front of me.
[Sure, Jack can get blowjobs when he's a robot, but it doesn't exactly feel the same. None of it does. But there's world of difference between electrical impulses coming through a synthetic cock and the real thing.]
Just be careful with the teeth.
[He enjoys biting and bloodplay as much as the next guy - probably a lot more, honestly - but there's limits. Fangs in his dick is a limit.
Fangs other places...that he'd be interested in. How long is it safe to go before another round of the blood drinking? Potentially something that just needs to be experimented with to figure out.]
[ Its said very low, a whisper almost. Rhys knows from experience what Jack- other Jack- looks like begging in front of him. This one probably would not be into that scenario.
Jack is obviously also not into any teeth mishaps, which Rhys can't promise won't happen but he'll try his best. For now, he's distracted by something new and interesting happening.
With clothes out of the way, it's almost like he can map invisible roads on Jack's skin where the highest density of blood is flowing. There is a lot going on down here which uh. Makes sense. A particularly juicy spot is running along the inside of his thigh and up into his groin and Rhys is drawn to it instinctively, pressing nose against skin to breathe deeply.
He's got a bit more control over it this time, no longer on the edge of starvation and easily overtaken by the need to bite and feed. Still, he grazes his fangs over the area followed by a lap of his tongue, just to get a taste. ]
[The scrape of Rhys' oh-so-sharp teeth brings a hiss from Jack, air sucked rapidly through his teeth. That feels extremely good. That hint of danger without any actual harm. He's always gotten off on that.
And he doesn't mind a little drawing things out, heightening the anticipation.
One broad hand drops down, reaching to card his fingers through Rhys' hair. He really is a good looking guy. Good bones in his face, strong features. And he's not turning into anything that's likely to ruin that.
[ It takes more willpower then he'll admit to pull himself away from the artery, not helped by how Jacks hand is in his hair. He closes his eyes, leaning into it as he tilts his head and grazes his teeth across Jack's skin with a little more force, one hand moving up to resume the handjob he'd started. ]
[There's that scrape of teeth again, sending another shudder through Jack from the base of his skull right to his balls. There's a moment of surprise when Rhys goes for manual stimulation, but...aha. Monster sex always comes with some extra little options and potential - sometimes just for practicality's sake.
Jack's never been with a blood drinker before, but he's not an idiot and he's pretty sure blood is just a turn on for vampires. Hell, it's a turn on for him! And he's not gonna complain about a good old fashioned handy - the younger guy knows what he's doing.]
Go ahead, hot stuff. I know what you wanna do. Just remember the rules.
[Jack's fingers tighten in Rhys' hair, driving home the reminder as he purrs out the words in a low growl.]
[ He's getting there he's just...distracted at the moment. Just a little pick me up, then he'll get back on track. ]
Gee, thanks for spoiling me.
[ It's said on a huff of a laugh, less about being difficult and more about being a brat for brattiness sake before he takes Jack's permission and sinks his fangs into the inside of Jack's upper thigh.
He's in enough of a controlled headspace that he doesn't do it right on the artery, he doesn't know if he'd be able to stem the blood flow fast enough if he drinks from there, so instead he bites into a spot just above it. ]
[Jack is not opposed to this becoming a regular thing. Rhys, he's decided, would be a fantastic new fuckbuddy. You can't have too many of those, and he does like to spoil his fuckbuddies. But this? Holy shit, the vampire thing really is just as erotic as fiction has made it out to be.
Jack can feel where Rhys' teeth are in him but it doesn't hurt. This close to all the major works it feels friggin incredible! There's a pleasing, low sort of pulsing sensation in his thigh that's flowing into his groin. And maybe it's the mix of inebriation and mild blood loss, but everything feels a little more intense. His skin feels a little more sensitive.
Whatever it is, this is the best handjob he can remember getting in his life. Jack groans and sighs without shame as he moves into Rhys' attentions, thrusting into his hand and keeping firm hold of the other guy's head.]
[ Rhys is the type of guy who takes pride in his work, whatever that work may be, and the sounds that Jack is making right that are that of a job well done. There's a little bit of power to it and a lot of ego, making someone come apart, especially someone as mercurial as Jack. Rhys hums in response, only retracting his fangs because he has a specific goal in mind right now.
He does absolutely want to be spoiled, in his opinion he's earned it! But first he wants to address that dick sucking dig from earlier. He presses back against Jack's hold moving upwards till he's at Jack's cock proper. ]
You're about to take back that earlier comment about my dick sucking skills.
[Jack hopes that Rhys' skills are, in fact, amazing. The whole vampire special handjob was great, absolutely will try again, but few things beat a fantastic blowjob.
His fingers loosen a little, not intending to direct Rhys anywhere, but he doesn't let go. He likes the sense of control, the subtle little reminder of which one of them is really calling the shots here.]
[ Like the dirty talk, he's a little out of practice with this too but hey, it's hard to really screw up a blowjob. Though with the fangs that might make things marginally harder...
He keeps it simple at first, just licking a long, slow strokes up Jack's length, pausing to give some extra attention to the head. Can't go wrong with the classics. But the classics aren't the end goal here, because Rhys realized something that could take his BJ game to the next level: Vampires? They don't need to breathe.
He pulls back, positioning himself and Jack as he gives him a couple languid pumps before he goes for it; taking in Jack's length as far as he can on the first go. ]
[This is one of those times where Jack isn't really sure what to expect. For a variety of reasons, not just the vampire thing. Obviously he's gonna enjoy himself, it's a blowjob. But there's all different approaches and techniques.
Not that he can keep up that train of thought once Rhys starts using his tongue. He makes a low, pleased growl deep in his throat and tips his head back. Yeah, this is off to a good start. Very good start. Rhys is clearly no stranger to giving head.
There's another, longer growl when Rhys gets to work using his mouth, Jack's fingers tightening in his hair reflexively. Then tightening again when Rhys surprises the hell out of him by going right for the deep throat - not something many partners bother trying with Jack. Let alone achieving. He sucks in a shuddering breath, mouth open, shoulders slamming back into his chair.]
[ Rhys gives himself a mental fist pump at the reaction that maneuver gets him, groaning as the fist in his hair tightens and pressing forward still.
He braces his hands on either side of the chair as he partially pulls back, but not completely before he moves forward again, tongue pushed up against the underside of Jack's length as he gives incremental bobs of his head. ]
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[But it's fair, there's very few fuckable options on Pandora. At least when Jack was there. Whatever, he can provide enough dirty talk for the both of them!
Jack's shirt is easily dealt with. While he'd kept up with his appearance as much as possible before his changes, between working out and utilizing one of the greatest medical staffs in the galaxy, he's a man in middle age who enjoyed junk food and alcohol. His shoulders and chest are well defined and broad with muscle, but his middle is soft. Here and there he's marked with scars. He's got no shame, though. He knows he looks good.
And he arches up into Rhys' touch with a hiss of pleasure, lifting his hips to help get his pants down over his hips. He really, really needs some direct attention to his cock.]
Be honest with me, pretty boy. How long you been waiting to do this, huh? Cuz I know you wanted me before tonight.
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He grazes his palm over Jacks dick as he pushes his pants down as far as they’ll go with Rhys still sitting on him. He steals a glance down, considering Jacks question before wrapping his organic fingers around Jacks length and giving an experimental squeeze.
The real answer is an easy one: close to ten years, since before he even got stationed on Helios. Instead he says: ]
Shut up…
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Oh come on...you're half naked in my lap and giving me a handy right after drinking my blood, now is not the time to get all coy, Rhys! It's okay, I'm Handsome Jack, of course you want me!
[It's just normal.
Idly, he wonders if Rhys' cybernetic arm has any neat tricks that can be used in bed. Sometimes they do, and since his changes, he's learned the appeal of robo-sex. But that's something to ask about another time.]
Come on... [He punctuates his words with a thrust of his hips, encouraging Rhys to keep going.] You've got me right here, ready and willing and hard in your hand, pumpkin. How about you tell me exactly what you want.
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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. ]
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[Sure, Jack can get blowjobs when he's a robot, but it doesn't exactly feel the same. None of it does. But there's world of difference between electrical impulses coming through a synthetic cock and the real thing.]
Just be careful with the teeth.
[He enjoys biting and bloodplay as much as the next guy - probably a lot more, honestly - but there's limits. Fangs in his dick is a limit.
Fangs other places...that he'd be interested in. How long is it safe to go before another round of the blood drinking? Potentially something that just needs to be experimented with to figure out.]
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[ Its said very low, a whisper almost. Rhys knows from experience what Jack- other Jack- looks like begging in front of him. This one probably would not be into that scenario.
Jack is obviously also not into any teeth mishaps, which Rhys can't promise won't happen but he'll try his best. For now, he's distracted by something new and interesting happening.
With clothes out of the way, it's almost like he can map invisible roads on Jack's skin where the highest density of blood is flowing. There is a lot going on down here which uh. Makes sense. A particularly juicy spot is running along the inside of his thigh and up into his groin and Rhys is drawn to it instinctively, pressing nose against skin to breathe deeply.
He's got a bit more control over it this time, no longer on the edge of starvation and easily overtaken by the need to bite and feed. Still, he grazes his fangs over the area followed by a lap of his tongue, just to get a taste. ]
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And he doesn't mind a little drawing things out, heightening the anticipation.
One broad hand drops down, reaching to card his fingers through Rhys' hair. He really is a good looking guy. Good bones in his face, strong features. And he's not turning into anything that's likely to ruin that.
Lucky break.]
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Jack's never been with a blood drinker before, but he's not an idiot and he's pretty sure blood is just a turn on for vampires. Hell, it's a turn on for him! And he's not gonna complain about a good old fashioned handy - the younger guy knows what he's doing.]
Go ahead, hot stuff. I know what you wanna do. Just remember the rules.
[Jack's fingers tighten in Rhys' hair, driving home the reminder as he purrs out the words in a low growl.]
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Gee, thanks for spoiling me.
[ It's said on a huff of a laugh, less about being difficult and more about being a brat for brattiness sake before he takes Jack's permission and sinks his fangs into the inside of Jack's upper thigh.
He's in enough of a controlled headspace that he doesn't do it right on the artery, he doesn't know if he'd be able to stem the blood flow fast enough if he drinks from there, so instead he bites into a spot just above it. ]
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[Jack is not opposed to this becoming a regular thing. Rhys, he's decided, would be a fantastic new fuckbuddy. You can't have too many of those, and he does like to spoil his fuckbuddies. But this? Holy shit, the vampire thing really is just as erotic as fiction has made it out to be.
Jack can feel where Rhys' teeth are in him but it doesn't hurt. This close to all the major works it feels friggin incredible! There's a pleasing, low sort of pulsing sensation in his thigh that's flowing into his groin. And maybe it's the mix of inebriation and mild blood loss, but everything feels a little more intense. His skin feels a little more sensitive.
Whatever it is, this is the best handjob he can remember getting in his life. Jack groans and sighs without shame as he moves into Rhys' attentions, thrusting into his hand and keeping firm hold of the other guy's head.]
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He does absolutely want to be spoiled, in his opinion he's earned it! But first he wants to address that dick sucking dig from earlier. He presses back against Jack's hold moving upwards till he's at Jack's cock proper. ]
You're about to take back that earlier comment about my dick sucking skills.
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[Jack hopes that Rhys' skills are, in fact, amazing. The whole vampire special handjob was great, absolutely will try again, but few things beat a fantastic blowjob.
His fingers loosen a little, not intending to direct Rhys anywhere, but he doesn't let go. He likes the sense of control, the subtle little reminder of which one of them is really calling the shots here.]
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He keeps it simple at first, just licking a long, slow strokes up Jack's length, pausing to give some extra attention to the head. Can't go wrong with the classics. But the classics aren't the end goal here, because Rhys realized something that could take his BJ game to the next level: Vampires? They don't need to breathe.
He pulls back, positioning himself and Jack as he gives him a couple languid pumps before he goes for it; taking in Jack's length as far as he can on the first go. ]
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Not that he can keep up that train of thought once Rhys starts using his tongue. He makes a low, pleased growl deep in his throat and tips his head back. Yeah, this is off to a good start. Very good start. Rhys is clearly no stranger to giving head.
There's another, longer growl when Rhys gets to work using his mouth, Jack's fingers tightening in his hair reflexively. Then tightening again when Rhys surprises the hell out of him by going right for the deep throat - not something many partners bother trying with Jack. Let alone achieving. He sucks in a shuddering breath, mouth open, shoulders slamming back into his chair.]
Oh sweet holy fuck!
5million years late u_u
He braces his hands on either side of the chair as he partially pulls back, but not completely before he moves forward again, tongue pushed up against the underside of Jack's length as he gives incremental bobs of his head. ]