[ He lets out a laugh at that, though it’s lacking in humour. ]
Hah, yeah. It’s uh, it’s complicated.
[ Excruciatingly complicated. All his feelings of anger and betrayal and hurt and admiration and want split between two versions of the same person. There’s no point in holding this Jack accountable for the AIs shit, he’s mostly made peace with that. Still, that myriad of emotions run deep when it comes to the man. You don’t just get over that.
He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of Jacks hot breath on his neck as he speaks. He doesn’t know what he wants from Jack, but he does know that he’s starving and that a warm, blood filled human is within his reach and the instincts yelling at him about what he should be doing about that are getting louder and louder.
[Jack doesn't let go. Why the hell not? He's human right now, it's self indulgence time. Sex as a robot is great, all kinds of cool sensations, but it's lacking in some of the basics. Like making out and blowjobs and having anything at all actually inside of him.
Besides. He wasn't kidding when he said everybody has a vampire fantasy at some point. And here he has a hot, needy vampire right in his arms. Literally in his arms.
Handsome Jack is not a man to let opportunity go waltzing by.]
You're horny and you're hungry and maybe...if you're really lucky, I let you play out the rest of this little scenario and throw in a happy ending. Both kinds. You...you get what I'm saying here, right? I'm saying sexy vampire stuff might just go down.
[ Rhys’s nostrils flair as he half listens to Jack, nodding along even though he’s not fully registering the words. That dark instinctual part of him that he’s been trying to override finally taking firm hold.
He looks at Jacks face now, meets eyes before he lowers his own to Jacks neck. He can think about everything Jacks saying and suggesting after he eats, the instinct tells him.
He’d lunge forward and take his fill now, but the still rational part of his brain thinks “THROWN INTO FIREPLACE” and he pauses, instead looking back up to Jacks eyes for an indication of permission.]
You suck at foreplay, Rhys. Gonna have to work on that, hot stuff.
[It's obvious what Rhys is asking him for. Apparently they're just jumping right into it, no build up. Some people have no will power.
Maybe that's just how vampires work. Gotta feed first to get things going. Jack's pretty sure he's seen that in a movie or something.]
Now forgive me for breaking the mood a little, but a couple of ground rules before I let you ram your needle sharp cuspids into my very fleshy and breakable throat. You stop when I tell you to stop. You don't stop when I tell you, and you'll spend the rest of your time in this world regretting the fact that you can feel pain. I can do that to you, trust me.
[Okay, so one ground rule. But it's a big one. As new and pathetic as Rhys is to vampirism, he's still a vampire and Jack's human right now. This could go wrong. The only reason that's not stopping Jack is that even if it does go that bad...it's not like it matters. Rhys can't permanently kill him.
Hopefully all that fictional stuff about vampire bites feeling really good is accurate.]
[ Sorry Jack! Maybe some other time, if something like this were to happen again, Rhys could ease into it all first. But as it stands he’s waited too long already to feed.
This is probably the longest stretch of time between the two of them where Rhys has kept his damn mouth shut, he just keeps nodding along to what Jacks saying. He is mostly listening (should probably listen better, those threats Jack is dolling out are no bluff, he would be the first to know) but sweet release is so, so close and he just wants.
So as soon as Jack’s done laying the groundwork Rhys is leaning forward, fangs fully extended and mouth agape before finally, blessedly biting.
His fangs are sharp enough that there probably won’t be a lot of initial pain as the skin of Jack’s neck breaks beneath their pressure, regardless of Rhys’s inexperience and inability to tell how much force to use. Considerations that don’t matter much to him right now as the first drops of blood hit his mouth and he outright moans with the relief of it, withdrawing his fangs slightly to allow for better flow.
He melts into Jack a little as he begins to suck, the mix of relief and endorphins along with the headiness of the alcohol he drank causing him to let his left, organic hand roam over Jacks torso, just needing to feel and touch and grasp into something as he feeds, letting out small pleased noises here and there.
And Jack is in luck, because the ‘vampire bites feel good’ thing isn’t a total myth. Something in their saliva makes the experience a pleasant one for the bite-ee, a comfortable heat radiating from the wound and spreading across their skin and through their muscles, like a massage point being hit just right. ]
It's weird, at first, that initial prick against Jack's skin. It's not painful, exactly, but noticeable. The sensation isn't anything he can think to compare it to.
And then whatever weird vampire effects are at play kick in. The bit of discomfort fades, pushed out by something very pleasant. And Rhys' little noises and the way he's groping at Jack's chest isn't hurting any, either. He lets out a pleased little groan of his own, tilting his head back further.
Not one to be passive, Jack's hands move up Rhys' sides and move to his back, pulling him in closer.]
[ For a moment Rhys really loses himself in it, pressing himself flush to Jack’s body and gripping at the material of his robe to keep steady. Just let’s himself be enveloped by the taste and the heat of fresh blood and the way it’s effecting him. It’s definitely different then last time, even though then the blood was fresh getting it straight from a live source is something else, brings a new level of satisfaction.
He only comes back to the moment when Jack starts gripping back at him, grounding him enough to remember just who’s arms he’s in right now. Even then, he dislodges slowly, pulling back enough so that Jack will see be able to see his face. Mouth a mess with smeared blood and pupils blown out, his eyelids heavy.
Jack was right, the ven diagram of sucking blood vs having sex is a circle. ]
…Woah.
[ It’s said low and on a breath, all he can manage to articulate right now. ]
[And look at that, he didn't even have to push Rhys off! Jack would have let it go on a little longer, he doesn't feel that light headed...but yeah, yeah, probably best to leave him a good amount of blood. It'll come in handy real soon, as far as he's concerned.]
Mmm. Yeah.
[Oh, but Rhys looks good in blood. There's this little feral cast to him, with his eyes like that and his mouth painted in red like that. Jack isn't interested in talking right now, not with Rhys looking at him like that and his blood roaring in his ears and a whole lot of stirring going on in southern hemispheres.
His mouth closes over Rhys' suddenly and fiercely, crushing against him and tasting his own blood on the other man's lips.]
[ Rhys makes a surprised noise in the back of his throat. The kiss is startling enough that Rhys is snapped out of the gooey, comfortable haze was in and firmly back into the present. His initial instinct is to push Jack off, he was over this! He was over Jack…
But the alcohol coursing through his system and whatever chemicals have kicked in from a fresh feed protest. Why not let himself have the bad ideas for once, after all he’s been through he deserves a win. And as far as things look where his libido is concerned is that getting to fulfill the long nurtured fantasy of bedding Handsome Jack, is very much a win.
So he goes with it, inhibitions reduced enough that he’s not going to overthink this, that’s a tomorrow Rhys problem.
He was already half hard before Jack’s mouth was on his. He presses his hips forward into the other man to gain some friction as he kisses back, breathing deeply. ]
[It's a hungry, violent sort of kiss. Jack's tongue explores Rhys' mouth eagerly, pressing his own body back against the younger guy's. He only has so many opportunities for fleshy sex, he tends to go all in on it. Each time he's reminded how fucking good it is to be able to shove his tongue in someone else's mouth.
Even the scrape of Rhys' fangs is hot. Each brush of pointed tooth on him sends a little shiver down his spine.]
Oh kiddo...
[He pulls his mouth away only for a moment. There's blood at the corners of his lips now.]
I am gonna friggin wreck you in all the best ways.
[ Being spoken to like that hits something deep in Rhys's core. He wants this, he really really wants this. To hell with old regrets and grudges and dignity.
The addition of Jack's own blood alongside every old desire for him being relit at once has Rhys feeling near feral. ]
You were right, it's not that complicated.
[ For the moment at least. For now, maybe for the first time since he got here, the path ahead is clear. Rhy presses forward back into kissing Jack, meeting his hunger and ferocity. His fingers knotted up in Jack's silk pajamas as he starts pushing the man backward towards one of the chairs. ]
[Even in crazy monster land, some things stay the same. The basic need to fuck? One of those things. And as far as Jack's concerned, it's one of the simplest things in the universe. Two people click, sparks fly, they go at it.
And thankfully Rhys has realized this. The evening has been, more or less, well salvaged. Talk about turning a crappy situation to his advantage...when the other guy first showed up, it had seemed an irritating inconvenience. Now he's getting laid and getting to check a whole new monster type off his list. He's never been with a vampire before, but...most of the ones kicking around aren't as attractive as Rhys.
Jack tugs at his robe's sash, working the outer garment off and letting it fall to the floor and promptly grabbing the younger man once more. He didn't even notice if Rhys got blood on it or not, in the moment he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. What does is Rhys' very fit body grinding up against his as they stumble backwards towards the nearest chair.
His own interest is well evident, his silk pajama bottoms not doing much to conceal his rapidly growing erection.]
[ Rhys rolls his eyes at that as he continues to push Jack backwards and down into the chair, if he'll go willingly, followed by Rhys climbing into his lap and straddling his hips. ]
Yeah yeah, don't gloat.
[ He leans back to start undoing the buttons of his dress shit, mumbling under his breath "I bet you're glad..." as he goes. ]
I saved your ass tonight and now I'm gonna give you the fucking of your life, I can gloat if I want.
[In emphasis of his point, Jack grips Rhys' hips as he straddles him, pulling him down roughly against his lap. He's probably making the other dude's dreams come true right now. He's Handsome Jack, all of Hyperion's got it off to him at one time or another!
But his eyes are focused on Rhys' hands as he starts undoing his shirt, eager to get a look at him.]
Knock off the attitude and maybe I'll even blow ya.
[ Rhys nearly chokes on his spit, speaks before he thinks with some mix of a scoff and a disbelieving laugh. ]
Yeah right.
[ He just shakes his head to himself. It's not even meant as a tease, it's just not something he'd even consider could happen. He's not going to tell Jack this part, but it was definitely Rhys on his knees in the majority of his Jack-centric fantasies.
He unceremoniously shrugs his shirt back and off once the final buttons are undone, taking some extra care to not catch his right sleeve on his arm. He's far from someone who hits the gym in a regular basis, but isn't all flab either. And what he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in a tattoo that coves nearly half his chest and right arm. ]
I've only got a mouth every so often, I like to use it when I've got it.
[Said distractedly, as Jack's attention is well taken by enjoying the sight of Rhys without his shirt. He's a nice looking guy. Lean, not exactly buff or anything but obviously not a weakling or anything like that. And that ink! That is a nice piece, overall.
He leans in and nips at Rhys' throat, playfully, just catching his skin and letting it go.]
Of course that doesn't mean I don't wanna use yours, too.
[ Rhys preens a bit under Jacks gaze. Different then before, when they were roleplaying or whatever, this he knows is the real deal, that Jack is liking what he's seeing. ]
Yeah, that is kind of what vampires do I guess, use out mouths.
[ Cool bedroom talk, Rhys. But he's also a little distracted right now, tilting his neck for Jack this time as he blindly paw at Jack's shirt, looking for a way to get it off. ]
I sincerely hope you're better at sucking dick than you are at dirty talk.
[Spoken half-muffled against Rhys' neck as Jack enjoys the taste of the younger man's skin. He's got a very nice throat. Too bad asphyxiation probably doesn't work with vampires, what with them not needing to breathe or anything.
Whatever, there's plenty of other things Jack can do.
At the moment what he realizes he should do is guide Rhys' hands to the buttons of his pajama top, since apparently the guy can't figure that out for himself. It's okay, he's overwhelmed, Jack gets it.]
Rhys busies himself for a second with getting Jacks shirt undone, pushing it out of the way before he continues, all too aware of Jack's fixation on his throat.
(Yeah he didn't need to breathe but his windpipe and esophagus could still get plenty damaged...) ]
You don't get much foreplay practice in when you're stuck on a hellplanet like Pandora for an indiscriminate amount of time, alright?
[ But being a decent- no, better than decent! lay when he was on Helois and not battling the elements in an environment where not only is everything trying to kill you but also causes things like heat rashes, was a point of pride for Rhys. And to emphasize this he drags his nails down Jacks bared chest, grinding down once before he shuffles back to make room for him to get at the waistband of Jacks pants.
Whatever he's lost in dirty talk he can make up for in other ways. ]
[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. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 04:42 am (UTC)Hah, yeah. It’s uh, it’s complicated.
[ Excruciatingly complicated. All his feelings of anger and betrayal and hurt and admiration and want split between two versions of the same person. There’s no point in holding this Jack accountable for the AIs shit, he’s mostly made peace with that. Still, that myriad of emotions run deep when it comes to the man. You don’t just get over that.
He lets out a shaky breath at the feeling of Jacks hot breath on his neck as he speaks. He doesn’t know what he wants from Jack, but he does know that he’s starving and that a warm, blood filled human is within his reach and the instincts yelling at him about what he should be doing about that are getting louder and louder.
Carefully, he turns in Jacks hold. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 04:50 am (UTC)[Jack doesn't let go. Why the hell not? He's human right now, it's self indulgence time. Sex as a robot is great, all kinds of cool sensations, but it's lacking in some of the basics. Like making out and blowjobs and having anything at all actually inside of him.
Besides. He wasn't kidding when he said everybody has a vampire fantasy at some point. And here he has a hot, needy vampire right in his arms. Literally in his arms.
Handsome Jack is not a man to let opportunity go waltzing by.]
You're horny and you're hungry and maybe...if you're really lucky, I let you play out the rest of this little scenario and throw in a happy ending. Both kinds. You...you get what I'm saying here, right? I'm saying sexy vampire stuff might just go down.
[Among other things.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 05:04 am (UTC)He looks at Jacks face now, meets eyes before he lowers his own to Jacks neck. He can think about everything Jacks saying and suggesting after he eats, the instinct tells him.
He’d lunge forward and take his fill now, but the still rational part of his brain thinks “THROWN INTO FIREPLACE” and he pauses, instead looking back up to Jacks eyes for an indication of permission.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 05:21 am (UTC)[It's obvious what Rhys is asking him for. Apparently they're just jumping right into it, no build up. Some people have no will power.
Maybe that's just how vampires work. Gotta feed first to get things going. Jack's pretty sure he's seen that in a movie or something.]
Now forgive me for breaking the mood a little, but a couple of ground rules before I let you ram your needle sharp cuspids into my very fleshy and breakable throat. You stop when I tell you to stop. You don't stop when I tell you, and you'll spend the rest of your time in this world regretting the fact that you can feel pain. I can do that to you, trust me.
[Okay, so one ground rule. But it's a big one. As new and pathetic as Rhys is to vampirism, he's still a vampire and Jack's human right now. This could go wrong. The only reason that's not stopping Jack is that even if it does go that bad...it's not like it matters. Rhys can't permanently kill him.
Hopefully all that fictional stuff about vampire bites feeling really good is accurate.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 12:13 pm (UTC)This is probably the longest stretch of time between the two of them where Rhys has kept his damn mouth shut, he just keeps nodding along to what Jacks saying. He is mostly listening (should probably listen better, those threats Jack is dolling out are no bluff, he would be the first to know) but sweet release is so, so close and he just wants.
So as soon as Jack’s done laying the groundwork Rhys is leaning forward, fangs fully extended and mouth agape before finally, blessedly biting.
His fangs are sharp enough that there probably won’t be a lot of initial pain as the skin of Jack’s neck breaks beneath their pressure, regardless of Rhys’s inexperience and inability to tell how much force to use. Considerations that don’t matter much to him right now as the first drops of blood hit his mouth and he outright moans with the relief of it, withdrawing his fangs slightly to allow for better flow.
He melts into Jack a little as he begins to suck, the mix of relief and endorphins along with the headiness of the alcohol he drank causing him to let his left, organic hand roam over Jacks torso, just needing to feel and touch and grasp into something as he feeds, letting out small pleased noises here and there.
And Jack is in luck, because the ‘vampire bites feel good’ thing isn’t a total myth. Something in their saliva makes the experience a pleasant one for the bite-ee, a comfortable heat radiating from the wound and spreading across their skin and through their muscles, like a massage point being hit just right. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 08:26 pm (UTC)This does feel pretty good.
It's weird, at first, that initial prick against Jack's skin. It's not painful, exactly, but noticeable. The sensation isn't anything he can think to compare it to.
And then whatever weird vampire effects are at play kick in. The bit of discomfort fades, pushed out by something very pleasant. And Rhys' little noises and the way he's groping at Jack's chest isn't hurting any, either. He lets out a pleased little groan of his own, tilting his head back further.
Not one to be passive, Jack's hands move up Rhys' sides and move to his back, pulling him in closer.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 08:47 pm (UTC)He only comes back to the moment when Jack starts gripping back at him, grounding him enough to remember just who’s arms he’s in right now. Even then, he dislodges slowly, pulling back enough so that Jack will see be able to see his face. Mouth a mess with smeared blood and pupils blown out, his eyelids heavy.
Jack was right, the ven diagram of sucking blood vs having sex is a circle. ]
…Woah.
[ It’s said low and on a breath, all he can manage to articulate right now. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 09:22 pm (UTC)Mmm. Yeah.
[Oh, but Rhys looks good in blood. There's this little feral cast to him, with his eyes like that and his mouth painted in red like that. Jack isn't interested in talking right now, not with Rhys looking at him like that and his blood roaring in his ears and a whole lot of stirring going on in southern hemispheres.
His mouth closes over Rhys' suddenly and fiercely, crushing against him and tasting his own blood on the other man's lips.]
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Date: 2021-11-07 09:54 pm (UTC)But the alcohol coursing through his system and whatever chemicals have kicked in from a fresh feed protest. Why not let himself have the bad ideas for once, after all he’s been through he deserves a win. And as far as things look where his libido is concerned is that getting to fulfill the long nurtured fantasy of bedding Handsome Jack, is very much a win.
So he goes with it, inhibitions reduced enough that he’s not going to overthink this, that’s a tomorrow Rhys problem.
He was already half hard before Jack’s mouth was on his. He presses his hips forward into the other man to gain some friction as he kisses back, breathing deeply. ]
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Date: 2021-11-07 10:51 pm (UTC)Even the scrape of Rhys' fangs is hot. Each brush of pointed tooth on him sends a little shiver down his spine.]
Oh kiddo...
[He pulls his mouth away only for a moment. There's blood at the corners of his lips now.]
I am gonna friggin wreck you in all the best ways.
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Date: 2021-11-07 11:06 pm (UTC)The addition of Jack's own blood alongside every old desire for him being relit at once has Rhys feeling near feral. ]
You were right, it's not that complicated.
[ For the moment at least. For now, maybe for the first time since he got here, the path ahead is clear. Rhy presses forward back into kissing Jack, meeting his hunger and ferocity. His fingers knotted up in Jack's silk pajamas as he starts pushing the man backward towards one of the chairs. ]
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Date: 2021-11-08 12:08 am (UTC)And thankfully Rhys has realized this. The evening has been, more or less, well salvaged. Talk about turning a crappy situation to his advantage...when the other guy first showed up, it had seemed an irritating inconvenience. Now he's getting laid and getting to check a whole new monster type off his list. He's never been with a vampire before, but...most of the ones kicking around aren't as attractive as Rhys.
Jack tugs at his robe's sash, working the outer garment off and letting it fall to the floor and promptly grabbing the younger man once more. He didn't even notice if Rhys got blood on it or not, in the moment he doesn't care. It doesn't matter. What does is Rhys' very fit body grinding up against his as they stumble backwards towards the nearest chair.
His own interest is well evident, his silk pajama bottoms not doing much to conceal his rapidly growing erection.]
Bet you're glad you came here now.
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Date: 2021-11-08 12:22 am (UTC)Yeah yeah, don't gloat.
[ He leans back to start undoing the buttons of his dress shit, mumbling under his breath "I bet you're glad..." as he goes. ]
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Date: 2021-11-08 12:54 am (UTC)[In emphasis of his point, Jack grips Rhys' hips as he straddles him, pulling him down roughly against his lap. He's probably making the other dude's dreams come true right now. He's Handsome Jack, all of Hyperion's got it off to him at one time or another!
But his eyes are focused on Rhys' hands as he starts undoing his shirt, eager to get a look at him.]
Knock off the attitude and maybe I'll even blow ya.
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Date: 2021-11-08 01:27 am (UTC)Yeah right.
[ He just shakes his head to himself. It's not even meant as a tease, it's just not something he'd even consider could happen. He's not going to tell Jack this part, but it was definitely Rhys on his knees in the majority of his Jack-centric fantasies.
He unceremoniously shrugs his shirt back and off once the final buttons are undone, taking some extra care to not catch his right sleeve on his arm. He's far from someone who hits the gym in a regular basis, but isn't all flab either. And what he lacks in muscle mass he makes up for in a tattoo that coves nearly half his chest and right arm. ]
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Date: 2021-11-08 01:34 am (UTC)[Said distractedly, as Jack's attention is well taken by enjoying the sight of Rhys without his shirt. He's a nice looking guy. Lean, not exactly buff or anything but obviously not a weakling or anything like that. And that ink! That is a nice piece, overall.
He leans in and nips at Rhys' throat, playfully, just catching his skin and letting it go.]
Of course that doesn't mean I don't wanna use yours, too.
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Date: 2021-11-08 01:52 am (UTC)Yeah, that is kind of what vampires do I guess, use out mouths.
[ Cool bedroom talk, Rhys. But he's also a little distracted right now, tilting his neck for Jack this time as he blindly paw at Jack's shirt, looking for a way to get it off. ]
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Date: 2021-11-08 02:18 am (UTC)[Spoken half-muffled against Rhys' neck as Jack enjoys the taste of the younger man's skin. He's got a very nice throat. Too bad asphyxiation probably doesn't work with vampires, what with them not needing to breathe or anything.
Whatever, there's plenty of other things Jack can do.
At the moment what he realizes he should do is guide Rhys' hands to the buttons of his pajama top, since apparently the guy can't figure that out for himself. It's okay, he's overwhelmed, Jack gets it.]
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Date: 2021-11-08 02:40 am (UTC)Rhys busies himself for a second with getting Jacks shirt undone, pushing it out of the way before he continues, all too aware of Jack's fixation on his throat.
(Yeah he didn't need to breathe but his windpipe and esophagus could still get plenty damaged...) ]
You don't get much foreplay practice in when you're stuck on a hellplanet like Pandora for an indiscriminate amount of time, alright?
[ But being a decent- no, better than decent! lay when he was on Helois and not battling the elements in an environment where not only is everything trying to kill you but also causes things like heat rashes, was a point of pride for Rhys. And to emphasize this he drags his nails down Jacks bared chest, grinding down once before he shuffles back to make room for him to get at the waistband of Jacks pants.
Whatever he's lost in dirty talk he can make up for in other ways. ]
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Date: 2021-11-08 03:39 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2021-11-08 04:02 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-11-08 04:19 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-11-08 04:39 am (UTC)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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Date: 2021-11-08 04:55 am (UTC)[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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Date: 2021-11-08 05:43 pm (UTC)[ 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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