[Whaddaya know, that just happens to be exactly what Rhys wants to hear right now. He bites his bottom lip a little, watching the other man's reaction, drinking in those small, needy sounds as he keeps going, speeding up to match the jerk of the other man's hips.
He gives it a few more strokes, before breaking eye contact and glancing down.
Yep. That'll do it.]
Okay-- I'm just gonna--
[He lets go of Betelgeuse for moment, passing the condom from his cybernetic arm to his flesh one, before bringing it down to press over the swollen head of the other man's prick.]
Instead, he pushes the condom down just far enough to cover the weeping glans of Betelgeuse's cock, then rolls his gaze high enough to look the other inmate dead in the eye, as he bobs his head to take the now covered tip into his mouth and press down. His mouth covers the full length of it, unrolling the thin film of latex under his tongue as he goes.
No sudden latex allergies allowed, is the context here. No complaining about the condom.]
Or so Rhys would say if his mouth wasn't currently full of cock.
He pushes down until his mouth touches the base of the other man's dick, lips pressed against pubic hair, nose pushing gently into the softness of BJ's gut--
Then he hits his gag reflex, gives a soft, choking jolt, and pulls back quickly, trying to maintain the dignity of a guy who didn't just flub his party trick.]
Wow, undead oral in front of the elderly. Did anyone ever tell you your dirty talk is just the hottest?
[Asks Rhys archly, his voice is still a little hoarse and wet, as he allows himself to be drawn back towards the couch. As they approach, he lifts his free hand to trail a line down the centre of Betelgeuse's back.]
Should I even ask how much of your sex life is just about traumatising the living?
A lot of it. Most people can't see me, and walking around naked for a few years got really boring. And cold.
[He brings Rhys closer to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Rhys unceremoniously into his lap to kiss, his erection rubbing up against Rhys' hip.]
[Rhys gives a contemplative little hum against Betelgeuse's mouth. Sometimes the weight of loneliness behind whatever Betelgeuse has been through feels impossibly present, impossible to ignore. But Rhys really doesn't want to interrupt what they're currently doing to have a depressing conversation, so instead he shifts closer in the ghost's lap, positioning himself so BJ's cock presses into the crack of his ass, while his own erection is snug against Betelgeuse's stomach.]
So did you have like-- a list or something? Things you were going to do once people could see you again?
[All of this is mumbled between kisses, wet and low.]
[Rhys laughs, giving a slow roll of his hips as he drops his hands to grab Betelgeuse's wrists to encourage him.]
Thanks. I kinda love you groping it, so I guess we're well matched like that.
[As much as that, he loves the admiration. Loves the feeling of being desired. He dips in for another, deeper kiss, pressing a little closer to the other man, so that his dick rubs more firmly between them.]
[He pulls him in closer, holding Rhys possessively and securely, kissing deeply into him. The demon ghost is strong, even with Rhys' surprisingly heavy metal parts, and so he picks him up a little, pressing against him so that Rhys' cock gets some friction between them.]
[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]
[Rhys Repeats, dropping his face from Betelgeuse's, to drop it into the crook of his neck, before straightening up a little to do as he's told, taking his weight onto his knees as he eases back onto the other man's hand. He's warmed up enough now that his body is pretty relaxed back there, and the wet of the condom and his own spit rubbing between his legs make it easier for him to open up, sliding down onto those fingers with a low, wordless groan.
He's gone from overtalking to being incapable of forming sentences. Apparently that's where we're at right now.]
[He pushes Rhys up and down a little, before grasping his dick from the middle -yes, condom and all - and blindly fitting the head inside]
You slutty little...whoa, okay...
[BJ, also distracted from dirty talk, is muttering under his breath, panting harshly. Forming coherent sentences is going to have to take a backseat to getting Rhys to ride him properly.]
[Rhys's head drops back as he feels himself pushed down onto something thicker than the other man's fingers. It takes a moment to adjust to the stretch, some half conscious part of him gratified by hearing the other man's dirty talk collapse as uselessly as his own had.
A lot of his weight is still on Betelgeuse's arms, but he drops himself down a little further, taking another inch of the other man's cock into him, even as doing so drags another wordless noise out of him.]
Holy-- That's good, it's good-- fuck you feel so good...
[Words are hard, but good sex comes from good communication. Even if that communication is just yelling Yes! More! Harder! every two seconds..]
[He's still holding Rhys up like a champ but there's only so many deadlifting this dead guy can do. Instead he moves his hips up to meet Rhys, giving a gutteral groan.]
Sh-shit. Can't believe you...you're letting me...fuck you bloody-
[There's not blood but it's just been so long since he had sex with a mortal guy that he has no idea it's supposed to be painless for all involved]
[Rhys is pretty sure the blood thing is just dirty talk, but if the objective was to feel him tense up and suddenly tighten around Betelgeuse's cock, then mission accomplished.]
You are not fucking-- Fuh--Uhhhuh--
[The thought is interrupted by the feeling of Betelgeuse's hips rising against his ass, and the sudden, intense sensation of fullness. He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking his body weight down into the other man's lap, teasing out the movement between them.]
[He grins but it fades to something less conscious, giving a whine when Rhys tightens around him. BJ finally settles down in a rocking motion to match Rhys' pace, and actually looks at him to make sure he's liking this too, like he's nervous Rhys might actually leave at this point.]
Gnnh. Graduati-nn through sex? Se-ahh-
[nope, no comprehensible words come out after he jerks upwards again]
[The graduation through sex comment fucking gets him, because you should not be making jokes when you're ball deep in someone, Betelgeuse, it's disarming. He laughs-- but it's breathless, ragged--
And then it's gone, and Rhys is panting, eyes closed, weight shifting, to lift himself and drop back down again. When Betelgeuse jerks under him he makes a sound that could almost be described as a mewl, before leaning forward to find the other man's lips with his own, kissing him wet and urgently.
[Safe to say no one in living memory's kissed him like this before, let alone wanted to have filthy, disgusting sex with him. He makes a noise of surprise that dissipates into something more animalistic, pushing up as far as he can go into Rhys.
When he starts nearing his climax, he settles hands from Rhys' ass to his hips, and brings him down harder and harder]
[If they were in any other position, Rhys would have a hand on his dick right now, but as they are, between the fear of losing his balance and the awkwardness of trying to jam his hand in between them, instinct has kept both hands clinging to Betelgeuse's shoulders, his neck, his hair, while he rides out the slow building ecstacy of the demon's cock against his prostate.
When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]
[He gives a dark laugh but is too distracted by his own climaxing to pay much heed to the words, panting from the effort of physically lifting this little guy up for so long.
BJ settles down even with Rhys' dick still obviously hurting for release, grinning up at him]
Gimme a sec, I'll take care of that for you. Holy. Holy shit. You can come by anytime you want.
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He gives it a few more strokes, before breaking eye contact and glancing down.
Yep. That'll do it.]
Okay-- I'm just gonna--
[He lets go of Betelgeuse for moment, passing the condom from his cybernetic arm to his flesh one, before bringing it down to press over the swollen head of the other man's prick.]
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Aw, look at you on your knees helping my dick out.
Hey, how do I tell whether I'm allergic to latex?
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Instead, he pushes the condom down just far enough to cover the weeping glans of Betelgeuse's cock, then rolls his gaze high enough to look the other inmate dead in the eye, as he bobs his head to take the now covered tip into his mouth and press down. His mouth covers the full length of it, unrolling the thin film of latex under his tongue as he goes.
No sudden latex allergies allowed, is the context here. No complaining about the condom.]
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Holy shit, Stringbean. That's some killer party trick.
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Or so Rhys would say if his mouth wasn't currently full of cock.
He pushes down until his mouth touches the base of the other man's dick, lips pressed against pubic hair, nose pushing gently into the softness of BJ's gut--
Then he hits his gag reflex, gives a soft, choking jolt, and pulls back quickly, trying to maintain the dignity of a guy who didn't just flub his party trick.]
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Nice try, kid. You know, if you died, you could go incorporeal and my dick could come out the back of your throat. That always scares the grannies.
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[Asks Rhys archly, his voice is still a little hoarse and wet, as he allows himself to be drawn back towards the couch. As they approach, he lifts his free hand to trail a line down the centre of Betelgeuse's back.]
Should I even ask how much of your sex life is just about traumatising the living?
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[He brings Rhys closer to the couch, sitting down on it and pulling Rhys unceremoniously into his lap to kiss, his erection rubbing up against Rhys' hip.]
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So did you have like-- a list or something? Things you were going to do once people could see you again?
[All of this is mumbled between kisses, wet and low.]
Other than just getting someone to watch.
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What?
Oh, yeah. Probably.
Sorry, distracted. You have the cutest butt. Perfect for groping.
[Squeeeze]
I love your butt, Rhys.
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Thanks. I kinda love you groping it, so I guess we're well matched like that.
[As much as that, he loves the admiration. Loves the feeling of being desired. He dips in for another, deeper kiss, pressing a little closer to the other man, so that his dick rubs more firmly between them.]
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[He pulls him in closer, holding Rhys possessively and securely, kissing deeply into him. The demon ghost is strong, even with Rhys' surprisingly heavy metal parts, and so he picks him up a little, pressing against him so that Rhys' cock gets some friction between them.]
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[Rhys makes a noise in the back of his throat, low and rough and needy, and he's leaning so hard into that press that he's practically grinding against the other inmate. He wraps one arm around Betelgeuse's shoulders, hanging onto him, while his free hand scrambles to grab one of BJ's wrists.]
I am going to lose my mind if you don't fuck me. [This comes out in a rush, half garbled and urgent.] I swear to god-- I'm like, two minutes away from just coming on your shirt and then you won't wash it because water and then you're just gonna spend the rest of your undead life smelling of my cum-- so we need to like-- change position, or you need to open your shirt-- and I really need you to get your fingers in my asshole right now.
[Was that a lot? It didn't feel like a lot, but Rhys isn't currently in a great mental space for judging how much is a lot right now.]
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All right! All right. Wow. I love this desperation.
[He won't open his shirt, but BJ will start to open up Rhys to line up with his cock, huffing with impatience]
Rrgh. Sit back. Sit back on my fingers.
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[Rhys Repeats, dropping his face from Betelgeuse's, to drop it into the crook of his neck, before straightening up a little to do as he's told, taking his weight onto his knees as he eases back onto the other man's hand. He's warmed up enough now that his body is pretty relaxed back there, and the wet of the condom and his own spit rubbing between his legs make it easier for him to open up, sliding down onto those fingers with a low, wordless groan.
He's gone from overtalking to being incapable of forming sentences. Apparently that's where we're at right now.]
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[He pushes Rhys up and down a little, before grasping his dick from the middle -yes, condom and all - and blindly fitting the head inside]
You slutty little...whoa, okay...
[BJ, also distracted from dirty talk, is muttering under his breath, panting harshly. Forming coherent sentences is going to have to take a backseat to getting Rhys to ride him properly.]
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A lot of his weight is still on Betelgeuse's arms, but he drops himself down a little further, taking another inch of the other man's cock into him, even as doing so drags another wordless noise out of him.]
Holy-- That's good, it's good-- fuck you feel so good...
[Words are hard, but good sex comes from good communication. Even if that communication is just yelling Yes! More! Harder! every two seconds..]
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Sh-shit. Can't believe you...you're letting me...fuck you bloody-
[There's not blood but it's just been so long since he had sex with a mortal guy that he has no idea it's supposed to be painless for all involved]
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[Rhys is pretty sure the blood thing is just dirty talk, but if the objective was to feel him tense up and suddenly tighten around Betelgeuse's cock, then mission accomplished.]
You are not fucking-- Fuh--Uhhhuh--
[The thought is interrupted by the feeling of Betelgeuse's hips rising against his ass, and the sudden, intense sensation of fullness. He gasps, squeezing his eyes shut and rocking his body weight down into the other man's lap, teasing out the movement between them.]
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Gnnh. Graduati-nn through sex? Se-ahh-
[nope, no comprehensible words come out after he jerks upwards again]
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And then it's gone, and Rhys is panting, eyes closed, weight shifting, to lift himself and drop back down again. When Betelgeuse jerks under him he makes a sound that could almost be described as a mewl, before leaning forward to find the other man's lips with his own, kissing him wet and urgently.
Pretty safe to assume he's enjoying it.]
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When he starts nearing his climax, he settles hands from Rhys' ass to his hips, and brings him down harder and harder]
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When Betelgeuse changes his grip, the angle changes infestisimally, and everything abruptly accelerates.]
Oh-- Fuck-- yes-- Just keep-- Feels like-- split me the fuck in half, dude--
[He carries on, babbling, desperate and filthy only half coherent. His own dick has been dripping for a while, red and wet with precum, rubbing damp streaks over BJ's stomach.]
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BJ settles down even with Rhys' dick still obviously hurting for release, grinning up at him]
Gimme a sec, I'll take care of that for you. Holy. Holy shit. You can come by anytime you want.
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It takes a moment to settle into the feeling of stillness. The break in the momentum even as his cock is still throbbing between them.]
Th--thanks?
[hard to form sentences right now.]
Yeah, it's been really-- it's been good-- sorry, this is killing me--
[Just going to get his hand in between them and onto his dick, because this is clearly an emergency.]
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