[ he feels the jerk of hands in his hair and his head pulled back, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as jack responds to him exactly how he wants. the more they get into this, the more rhys feels something of his old self trickle back into him -- less scared and unsure of where he stands and more wanting and aggressive about getting it. he wants jack and jack wants him back, he knows it. so why doesn't he try and get it? he feels confident in this and the thought makes him giddy. jack's right, he doesn't have hours but -- ]
Wish I did. I'd, uh, I'd make good on the blowing you thing. Imagine, my mouth. Your dick. Maybe then I'll finally shut up, huh?
[ he's definitely egging jack on a little here and when jack kisses him, he finds himself giggling slightly into the kiss as he pushes back against it. he matches the aggression, feeling his teeth catch on skin and tongues slide over each other and this? this feels right. he doesn't even really give much thought to the fact that this is, technically, one of the first times he's kissed jack like this because you know what? it feels oddly right, like it's something he's done a thousand times before. that only makes him more eager to continue.
when jack adds that bit about the sir, rhys can't help the grieved noise he lets out and his hands clench tightly around jack's ass as he shoves his hips hard against him in response. he doesn't want to admit that he did like it, but retroactively when he took a moment to think about it. then he got mad at the missed chances, honestly. ]
Oh, fucking -- screw you, man. I had other things on my mind and like, if you're gonna call me sir, I'd like it to be when you want to be calling me sir. Not 'cause you're being a dick, dick.
[ which actually gives him an idea and his hands move from jack's ass to the front of his pants, fingers curling around the hem so he can start pushing jack backwards towards the closest table to them. he'll lean in then, biting lightly at jack's jaw with a pleased noise. ]
I bet you'd be into it though, right? You seem into that with the type of women you like. [ tf does that mean, rhys. ] And I just -- well, fuck, I don't have to be a woman to give you what you need, John.
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Wish I did. I'd, uh, I'd make good on the blowing you thing. Imagine, my mouth. Your dick. Maybe then I'll finally shut up, huh?
[ he's definitely egging jack on a little here and when jack kisses him, he finds himself giggling slightly into the kiss as he pushes back against it. he matches the aggression, feeling his teeth catch on skin and tongues slide over each other and this? this feels right. he doesn't even really give much thought to the fact that this is, technically, one of the first times he's kissed jack like this because you know what? it feels oddly right, like it's something he's done a thousand times before. that only makes him more eager to continue.
when jack adds that bit about the sir, rhys can't help the grieved noise he lets out and his hands clench tightly around jack's ass as he shoves his hips hard against him in response. he doesn't want to admit that he did like it, but retroactively when he took a moment to think about it. then he got mad at the missed chances, honestly. ]
Oh, fucking -- screw you, man. I had other things on my mind and like, if you're gonna call me sir, I'd like it to be when you want to be calling me sir. Not 'cause you're being a dick, dick.
[ which actually gives him an idea and his hands move from jack's ass to the front of his pants, fingers curling around the hem so he can start pushing jack backwards towards the closest table to them. he'll lean in then, biting lightly at jack's jaw with a pleased noise. ]
I bet you'd be into it though, right? You seem into that with the type of women you like. [ tf does that mean, rhys. ] And I just -- well, fuck, I don't have to be a woman to give you what you need, John.
[ RHYS... YOU ASSHOLE. ]