Handsomest Sins

What was with these people suddenly coming out of the woodwork to express their interest in fellating him? Not that Jack had any qualms with the (quite frankly, justified) lust for him from his peers, enemies and employee base alike, but this time, Jack doesn’t laugh at the request. Sure, there remained that telling glint of amusement in his eyes, but with his brows shooting upwards, he could only fix Rhys an incredulous look as any — not because he had these feelings to begin with, but because the cyborg had proposed this as unabashed as he had.

Wilhelm raised an eyebrow. “I’m gay Jack.” Wilhelm guessed that the man could be confused as to why someone like him was sucking dick instead of fucking him into the window. He also wasn’t entirely gay but going on and on about his complicated feelings about his own sexuality was not exactly sexy. 

He dragged his tongue on the the underside of Jack’s cock til he got down to the balls where he took a moment to play with them. Gently sucking on them and giving them a few licks of there own before once again working back up to the tip. This time when he put his dick in his mouth he kept going past the tip and went all the way down til it was entirely encompassed in him.  

      ❝― Not what I asked there, champ.❞ While it hadn’t quite been his sexuality Jack thought to question as opposed to experience (as Jack still struggled to wrap his head around the idea of his monosyllabic right-hand man being remotely sexually active), he supposed the implication was there, and thus, it wasn’t a matter he felt the need to press. Not that he was in any part put off by the man having experience — not when he was too busy reaping the benefits.

A gruff sound resonated at the back of Jack’s throat, unaware of the way his thighs pressed into either side of Wilhelm’s head as the entirety of his length was lavished with attention, and then engulfed. To give credit where it was due, Wilhelm was way better at this than Jack could’ve ever imagined.

His grip in Wilhelm’s hair wasn’t nearly as tight as he’d taking to threading his fingers through the thick, greying hair, a haze of lust encompassing his mind and scrambling his thoughts. With his head tilting back to rest itself against the window, Wilhelm managed to draw a throaty groan from the CEO in spite of his efforts to keep from giving the cyborg the satisfaction of seeing him squirm.

      ❝― What?❞

Initially, (much to the probably dismay of the double) Timothy’s question is met with the laughter such a spontaneous proposition deserves. It’s only natural that Jack is left in utter disbelief upon hearing those words come from his own mouth. As if the wind has been knocked out of his lungs, he doubles over, hands on his knees, and through the breathless wheezing, he manages to speak.  

      ❝― What? What was that? Sorry, it almost sounded like you just asked if you could ―-❞ Another snort of a laugh, before he raises his mismatched gaze to look up at Tim, gleeful mischief apparent in his eyes.

“Your cute.” Usually Jack’s whining was annoying but with him all but helpless in his arms made it endearing. Being drunk and horny also probably helped. He looked at Jack’s cock all cute and pink, practically begging to get played with.

Wrapped his mouth around the tip letting is tongue play with Jack’s frenulum. He moaned as he felt his cock swell inside his mouth. He situated his hands so one made sure Jack was steady while the other went up his shirt.

‘Cute.’ Jack was called many things, but cute wasn’t typically on the list. Some may say Handsome Jack was, quite possibly, as far from cute as a man could get — - but Jack hardly minded the adjective.

      ❝― You think I don’t know that?❞

Cute. Yeah. Damn right he’s cute. Goddamn adorable.

Jack could feel himself grow hot beneath the mask, a flush of pink tinging the tips of his ears and borders of his face, leading down to his neck — - intently, he watched through hooded eyes as the tip disappeared past Wilhelm’s lips, the larger man’s mouth doing wonders on the heated organ.

There was a sharp intake of breath through his nose, bottom lip catching between his teeth, and there was something about getting a blowjob that made him feel real generous, as he didn’t even have a second thought as he felt Wilhelm’s large, weathered hand beneath his shirt and against his skin, setting his nerves ablaze.

@hyperionsvicepresident

Oh.

Oh SHIT.

Had he been paying a little more attention to the recipient of that image, he just might have noticed it wasn’t his girlfriend’s frequency before it was too late. Funny how that worked; such a simple slip up, and here it was resulting in his hapless vice president seeing his erect dick.

Jack wasn’t one to feel regret, shame, nor any form of embarrassment for his actions, but this? This was real awkward.

Oh. Well. This couldn’t have been the first time a vice president had seen their CEO’s dick, right? These kinds of things happened all the time. No skin off his back.

[Text: Huh. You’re not who I meant to send that to.]

[Text: That was for Nish, for the record. I’d ask you to forward that to her for the hell of it.]

Awkward Questions  (I think this was the prompt)

*smug Peacock face activated*

“It also proves you listen to me, handsome.–

–I don’t think it’ll be that bad, and just think. We’ll get to bang ourselves, maybe find a new kink, and just enjoy a good fuck with each other. No way to loose, right?”

❝― It’s less that and more I’m not about to pass up a chance at myself and two Nishas. I may be beyond pissed off about this, but I’m not stupid.❞  

❝... For the record, going to my fiancee? THAT is a cheap move, and it only proves you couldn’t have convinced me on your own. UGH. FINE. I’ll do it! But after this? Not another word of it.❞