Rhett Insisting On Looking Into Link's Eyes While Hurting Him Would Be Concerning If It Wasn't Their

Rhett insisting on looking into Link's eyes while hurting him would be concerning if it wasn't their way of flirting.

“I’m gonna go a little bit slower this time.” (X)

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can you fucking BELIEVE this

Everything Bagel Please

“Maybe I should take my pants off for this.”

Rhett isn’t paying attention when Link starts muttering. He’s too focused on the laptop in front of him instead of the man next to him. He ignores Link’s question, barely hears it, and waves him off with one quick gesture.

Link huffs and Rhett hears the couch squeak as he rises. A moment later the bathroom door in Rhett’s office shuts loudly. Intrigued, Rhett glances up from the screen, but only briefly, before shrugging and focusing back on his computer.

The house is too quiet for a few minutes except for the sound of Rhett clicking away and the occasional curse from Link down the hall. Normally Rhett would go investigate, but there’s too much he needs to get done before they go home for the evening. Diligently he works, enjoying the mostly-quiet of the house for a few more moments.

He really should’ve paid attention the first time.

Rhett feels Link’s presence before he sees him. Hears his feet tapping along the hardwood and stopping next to him. And then he’s bumping into Rhett, softly but with purpose, and—and rubbing against Rhett’s arm.

“Link, what—“

“Don’t you think this is better? With no pants?” Link interrupts him and when Rhett finally gives up and turns around, he nearly chokes on his own tongue.

Link. Nude save for the edible underwear. The plastic-paper material is flimsy and stretched around his half-hard cock, his balls barely contained in the undercarriage area. Rhett feels his entire body flush with heat as he takes in the sight of Link standing there, hands on his hips, everything exposed and on display for Rhett.

“I asked a question,” Link says, voice a little breathy and high, his cheeks pink. “Aren’t these better without pants?”

Rhett doesn’t answer. Can’t answer if he’s being honest. Link is—he’s fucking obscene and it’s all for Rhett. Licking his lips, he looks Link up and down. Takes in the pink on his cheeks, the perky nipples, the taut belly and slim waist and slender hips; the way the edible fabric clings to Link’s skin and looks ready to snap if he so much as moves, and the tantalizing peek of his cockhead; and after a moment, all the way down his long leans legs.

“What’re you—I mean...” Rhett pauses and can’t help licking his lips a second time. Fuck he feels parched already. Link grins down at him where he stands and bumps his cock against Rhett’s shoulder again. “What—how—Link.”

Link laughs and swivels his hips, covered dick brushing against Rhett’s shirt sleeve and pulling the underwear even tighter around his length. Swallowing hard, Rhett shoves his laptop onto the couch next to him and turns his full attention on the treat man beside him. He reaches out, big hands closing around Link’s slender hips, thumbs pressing into the crease between thigh and groin as he guides Link in front of him straddling his knees. He’s delighted to see Link’s cock twitch and a small wet spot growing on the underwear when he presses down harder.

“You gonna lick it?” Link’s voice is low as he stares down at Rhett. He lands on his knees, spread wide across Rhett’s lap and upright in a rare height advantage, underwear stretching with him almost comically. A few seeds of the everything bagel seasoning pop off as he moves.

“Only if it tastes good,” Rhett murmurs, then grips Link tighter and pulls him closer. He nuzzles against the smooth skin of his underbelly, breathing him in and smelling nothing but Link and the underwear. “Does it taste good?”

Link shudders in response. Rhett watches his cock swell, the red papery fabric filling out nicely until the head pokes out the top; precum smears wet across the waistline. Link moans softly and Rhett can’t help it. Nudging Link forward, he glances up, watching Link’s face, and closes his lips around the tip. He sucks the taste off Link’s skin and digs his fingers into Link’s ass cheeks, holding him still.

Link huffs, mutters a quiet, “Taste alright?” and twists his fingers in Rhett’s hair. Rhett hums, like he’s thinking real hard about his answer, then runs his tongue along the slit to catch the precum pooling there. Link gasps and his hips stutter.

“I don’t know yet.” Rhett smirks up at him, loving the flush in his cheeks and the perfect pout of his mouth and the way his breathing has gone ragged and rough. He gives Link another little lick. “Think I need to do a thorough taste test. Will it underwear?”

His joke earns him Link’s fingers tightening in his hair and his other hand pinching his shoulder. Wincing, he laughs and jostles Link by the hips, squeezing lightly.

“Get to tastin’ then, I have a feeling this stuff won’t last long,” Link gestures to his crotch where the underwear is already dissolving and breaking apart in some spots.

Rhett nods, licks his lips. He tugs Link forward again, gets him as close as possible, and dives right in. Licks the underwear along the length of Link’s cock, nibbles his way around the waist and the ties on the sides, doesn’t stop until he’s nuzzling his nose against Link’s balls where the everything bagel seasoning patch rests. There he pauses for a second. Link tries to rut against his face and drag his dick along Rhett’s beard, but Rhett holds him still.

“Papery,” Rhett says and licks the underwear once more. Then he inhales deep where the seasoning covers Link and gives him one hard lick around his sac. “Bagel-y.” Link moans and rocks his hips, fingers gripping Rhett’s hair on the verge of too tight. Rhett sighs and runs his tongue around the barely contained outline of Link’s balls, catching the seeds as they fall off. “Tasty.”

He grins and Link groans long and low. He’s leaking a wet trail on his belly and Rhett’s face. His cock jumps in the confines of the underwear when Rhett keeps running his tongue around. Eventually he manages to get every bit of the seasoning and starts working his way back up along Link’s length. The papery plastic begins to break apart under his lips, leaving a sticky, sugary mess behind that sticks to his beard and mouth.

“Just—“ Link sighs and rubs his cock on Rhett’s bearded jawline. Rhett sees his brows knit together like he’s trying to figure out what he wants. He shifts around, grunting and sitting up straighter so he can pull Rhett’s face right into his groin where he’s nearly busting out the top of the underwear. “Get it off, get me off, do somethin’. You know what it tastes like by now.”

Flushing with heat, Rhett wedges his fingers under one of the ties on the underwear and yanks on it till it breaks. Link moans and Rhett pulls it down, just enough to free Link’s cock and get his mouth on it without a barrier. He lets the underwear hang and sucks Link down in smooth stroke. He tongues the vein along the length of him, teases the sensitive spot under the head, gets him good and wet until there’s spit and precum wetting his beard and sliding over Link’s balls.

“Fuck, baby, yeah, love the taste of my cock.” Link moans and rocks his hips in time with Rhett’s mouth, using the hold on Rhett’s hair for leverage. “Don’t you?” He tugs Rhett off and tilts his head back, and Rhett just nods and whines in response.

“Taste so good,” he rasps out before enveloping Link in wet heat once more. A strangled moan and Link is holding him in place, thrusting his cock into Rhett’s mouth with little shallow ruts. Rhett lets him, gripping onto his hips tightly as Link uses his mouth to get off. The underwear keeps sticking to his cheek and he’s pretty sure a lot of it has dissolved and broken apart into his beard, but he doesn’t care. As long as he’s got a mouthful of Link’s cock, the stuff can stick wherever it damn well wants to.

Hips stuttering, Link whines and tries to get as close as possible, practically pinning Rhett to the back of the couch. “Almost there,” he huffs out. Rhett encourages him on with gentle squeezes around his hips and butt, and hums around his dick that make him moan high pitched and broken. He knows every tell Link has, knows that the way he’s losing rhythm and the way he’s going taut as a bowstring under Rhett’s hands means he’s about to cum.

But Rhett has one more spot he wants to taste. He taps Link’s side, much to his aggravation, and urges him back a little. Link groans but slips from Rhett’s mouth with an obscene amount of spit and precum.

“One more spot I wanna taste, didn’t get the full flavor profile.”

“Oh my god, just—get me off, please,” Link begs. He wraps a hand around his shaft and strokes himself slowly, letting Rhett guide him down onto the couch on his back. Instinctively he bends his knees and spreads his legs wide, giving Rhett plenty of room to shoulder his way in between.

“Looks like you gotta lil somethin’—“ Rhett murmurs. Then he’s ducking his head down and pressing his lips right to Link’s taint and sucking the smooth skin into his mouth. There’s a faint hint of bagel seasoning and everything that’s distinctly Link and it makes Rhett moan, loud and uninhibited.

Link’s hips jerk. Rhett throws an arm over his waist, pinning him down, and wraps his other hand around Link’s thigh, fingers digging in hard enough he’ll probably bruise later. Rhett licks him, tasting him, and then sucks his balls into his mouth, too. Link keens high and loud and his hand speeds up on his cock.

“Taste good down here, too,” Rhett rumbles. Then he’s dipping lower and circling Link’s rim, light and teasing, and back up across his taint. Link’s hips raise slightly, hand a blur on his cock. Rhett can tell he’s about there so he noses his way around Link’s balls and the base of his dick, licking the faint taste of seasoning away with his tongue.

Link’s rocking hips still. He tenses up and his balls tighten and he’s clenching his thighs around Rhett’s head as he cums hard over his fist and belly. Rhett holds him steady through his orgasm until he finally slumps down to the couch with a whimper. He lets go and scooches himself back, sitting on his knees to take in the sight of Link post-orgasm.

Sweaty and blissed out, Link’s chest heaves. He’s got his eyes closed as he lies there, hand loose around his softening cock, jizz thick and messy on his knuckles and stomach. The underwear is no longer in one piece; instead it sticks to Link’s skin is bits and pieces, most of it stuck to one thigh and the rest in patches. It would almost make Rhett laugh the way it frames Link’s groin in sticky patches, if his own dick wasn’t trying to bust through his pants.

For a moment Link is quiet, catching his breath while Rhett palms himself between Link’s still spread knees. He opens one eye and smirks at Rhett. He props himself up on his elbows, watching Rhett cup his dick through his jeans and squeeze to relieve the pressure some.

“Was the taste to your satisfaction?” Link asks. He sits up fully, fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper on Rhett’s jeans. Rhett groans at the feeling of relief on his aching dick. “Did it underwear?”

Rhett hums in thought as he crowds Link down into the couch, eyes fluttering closed and a soft moan escaping as Link reaches into the front of his briefs. He wraps his hand around Rhett’s cock, rubbing his thumb across the slit through the slick mess.

“Design and structure leaves a lot to be desired,” Rhett starts, rolling his hips down. Link strokes him slowly.

“But the taste—“ he pauses to kiss Link, a low growl rumbling through his chest. “The taste was spot on.”

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