thethespacecoyote:

You got it!

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“I can’t believe I never thought about this before…but this is a really great way to get you to shut up,” Rhys laughed as he looked down at what part of Jack he could see between his legs.

They’d been having another argument—not something uncommon between the CEOs of Hyperion and Atlas—but this time, instead of letting Jack get away with the upper hand, he’d decided to try something a little different.

Knocking Jack back against the desk had been the hardest part, but once he’d laid the alpha out against the surface and crawled atop him everything became an absolutely pleasure. Especially when he decided Jack’s now-silenced mouth could actually be used for something useful.

With his pants now halfway down his thigh and the sheer tights he liked to wear close and silky against his skin, Rhys ground down rubbed his lightly covered groin against Jack’s lips and protesting tongue. Not that the alpha could do much with Rhys’ weight entirely pressing down atop him.

“You feel so good…for once you’re being useful.” Rhys moaned, feeling wet and aroused against the fabric of his tights. The way Jack grabbed at his thighs and tried to push him off only added to the omega’s pleasure, knowing his rival must feel humiliated at being bested by Rhys and forced into submission so easily.

“You better be a good boy and get me off….unless you wanna be suffocated like this,” Rhys laughed as he rolled his hips down, rubbing Jack’s mouth in a line from his balls to his ass and back. “Just imagine the headlines…imagine what people would think if they learned the King of Hyperion was smothered between his hated rivals thighs…”

Jack’s protest was well muffled beneath Rhys, though the words vibrated sensually into his loins. The omega purred, enamored with his own dominance.

Even if their little tryst didn’t end up in the news, Rhys would carry the memory of how Jack looked pinned and helpless below with him for the rest of his days.