In Tykhe's Grasp

Chapter 19: The Inversion

by time_to_occur

Tags: #dubious_consent #m/m #m/nb #multiple_partners #ownership_dynamics #scifi #3rd_person #ownership

Consent is paramount in real life. I do not condone non-consensual acts. This story was written by myself and Sweet_side

SYNOPSIS: Jasper and Rhys leave the auction, both in very different headspaces. Jasper, after feigning exhaustion, is surprised by a late-night visit to his room. After accidentally drugging himself with a powerful aphrodisiac, Jasper learns one of Rhys's most closely guarded secrets and puts Rhys's life at risk, sexily.

Jasper and Rhys sat at their auction house table, waiting for the attendees to file out. Jasper wanted to leave immediately, but they had to go backstage to manage the donation paperwork. Due to some obscure New Argent City bylaw, it had to be signed the same day as the auction. Jasper's hands were curled tightly around the ostentatious paper invitation that they had been sent, rolling it up tightly and letting it unfurl before he rolled it again. He had watched his friends be sold as property, and they had both seemed delighted by the prospect. Something deeply wrong had happened, and after his conversations with Seth, Jasper was wondering if it had happened to him, too.

He felt an uneasy, burgeoning mistrust deep in his gut. He had known it would be upsetting to see Julian and Nova. What he hadn't expected was their total compliance. If Aristotle Brandywine could do that to Julian and Nova, what had happened to Jasper—no, Adrien, he was Adrien— in that Lab? He had liked Rhys from the start, despite himself, from the moment that he'd realized that Rhys was using him to fend off other would-be suitors. But then, something had changed when he had woken up in Rhys's apartment.

He just didn't know what.

"I think that went rather well for our first big Restoration Project fundraiser!" said Rhys cheerily, oblivious to Adrien's thoughts. He placed a hand over Adrien's, stilling the movement. "That should fund our first year of operations handily."

Adrien pulled his hands away and put the invitation down, then put his hand back in Rhys's. He couldn't let on that something was wrong. If Rhys knew about this, if he was in on it, Adrien might lose himself entirely, even more than he might have already. Fuck, even if he himself hadn't been tampered with, what Aristotle had done to his teammates, his friends, made Adrien feel nauseated.

Before the auction, even in his occasional discomfort with Coin culture and his new lifestyle, being Jasper had felt natural. Now, as he decided what to answer Rhys, "Jasper" was once again an act that he had to put on, a part in this fucked-up play.

"Yeah. It's way more than I expected," Adrien answered, pressing his lips into a smile. The thought of having to see Aristotle Brandywine and his cadre of sycophants and pets at the afterparty was abruptly too much. "Hey, after we take care of the signing, can we go home? All of this excitement has really tuckered me out."

Rhys raised both eyebrows, but then smiled. "Of course. I know you were looking forward to the afterparty, but I would love nothing more than for you to nap in my lap while I take us home."

A mixture of revulsion and desire bloomed in Adrien's stomach. "Thanks, Rhys."

Rhys gave his hand an affectionate squeeze.

---

Adrien's face was scant inches from Rhys's crotch bulge. He was lying down on his side in the back seat of Rhys's town car, with Rhys's fingers carding through his hair, his nails scratching gently against his scalp. Adrien could feel himself being lulled by being so close to Rhys, by the scent of him, by his touches. He could feel a needy infatuation building up. It made him angry. He had always liked having his scalp touched, but Rhys made him melt in a way that felt unnatural, now that he had the presence of mind and context to really think about it.

It had still been the right decision to take the contract. Adrien knew that this was better than prison. He probably would make the same decision today, if he had to choose again. But...there were just things that he shouldn't have been so eager for, that he shouldn't have taken to so readily. Especially with a fucking Coin.

If he was being manipulated, Adrien wanted to know. And he wanted to know if Rhys was in on it.

'No, Rhys wouldn't do that...Rhys loves me. I love—'

Adrien's head jerked upward in Rhys's lap. That thought had felt intrusive as fuck. Was he being paranoid? No amount of paranoia was too much with the Coins.

Rhys's hand froze when Adrien moved suddenly. "Oh, were you having a bad dream, pet? You're safe in my arms now," said Rhys sweetly, pulling Adrien up so that he could hug him.

Adrien could feel Rhys's cock bulging beneath him. Again, that feeling of arousal mingled with distaste filled him. It would be a lot easier to stop being angry and start being a good pet for Rhys, the way Rhys deserved.

"Yeah, I'm okay now," Adrien said, and laid his head on Rhys's shoulder.

---

Rhys unbuttoned his shirt, smiling to himself. The auction had gone very well, just as it did every year. The difference was that this time, the benefits would go to the project that he and Jasper had built together. Auction proceeds aside, the community had donated so much more by the end of the night. He credited Jasper's speech with that. Sure, it was a bucket of cold water on an aching cock, but it had been sincere. It had been needed.

The tall man shrugged his jacket off, draping it neatly over the foot of his bed. He was still thinking of the pets that had been on auction, each carefully prepared, trained and dressed for the occasion, their enthralling physical assets put in sharp relief. He had found Asterion especially charming.

Rhys's erection ached in his trousers, which felt as though they threatened to burst. After he opened the first button, his cock strained against his sleek, form-fitting undergarments, forcing his fly open. There was a large, warm, wet spot where the head rubbed against the silk. He wasn't even fully hard yet. His bulge lengthened as Rhys pictured Jasper getting head from Calix's new pet, Nova. He was happy for his friend and for the possibility of Jasper getting to have a new friend of his own who came from the same place as him, who might be able to better relate to him.

After neatly placing his trousers atop his shirt, Rhys tossed his briefs

on the pile and turned toward his walk-in closet. As he walked in, he slowly ran a finger up and down the length of his shaft, thoughtful. He gathered some of his precum on a fingertip and brought it to his lips, licking it and imagining that it was Jasper's.

Rhys had anticipated being out for several hours yet for the afterparty. He understood why Jasper was tired from all the excitement. Marin used to be the same. Thinking of his former pet didn't sting as much as it used to, now that they were back in contact. That pleased him. It felt like a kind of healing.

Rhys wanted to help Jasper get the best rest possible tonight. And, if he was being completely honest, the auction had riled him up fiercely. It would be best if he had an orgasm tonight, for safety. Jasper loved to fall asleep on his cock, so he felt sure that it would be mutually beneficial.

He took a soft, mulberry silk robe off its hanger and slipped one arm and then the other into its sleeves. He tied it at the waist, looking at himself in the mirror with satisfaction at the way that it gave a teasing view of his erection.

Then, Rhys went out to meet his pet.

---

Adrien was pacing his room, running his hands compulsively through his copper curls and dreading the next day. He had changed into what passed as pyjamas in Coin culture and hoped that, having told Rhys that he was too tired to go to the afterparty, he would be able to hold off on having to face him again until the morning.

His throat felt tight. There was a tense desperation filling his body. The pacing helped a little; Adrien felt that he had to do something, move his body, let some of the nervous energy out, or he might burst. He couldn't imagine trying to confront Rhys about this. Had it been the same for Marin? Was that why Marin had...broken?

There were so many things that Adrien didn't know. There was nowhere safe for him in all these unknowns. It was paralyzing.

'Fuck!'

---

Serene in his mind and body, with a dreamy smile animating his face, Rhys walked the quiet hallways of his home. With the lights down low for the evening, every time he passed a window, the moonlight shone off the polished, elegant platter that Rhys carried, balanced carefully on his fingertips. Rhys arrived at Jasper’s door with warm excitement growing in his chest. He intended to spend the rest of the evening rewarding his pet.

Slipping into the room, Rhys called out low, "Jasper, my sweet, I have brought us a lovely reward for our success tonight."

No response. It was equally as quiet here as in the halls. The evening’s clothes were tossed to the side of the room, and the jumbled-up sheets covered the resting figure of Jasper beneath. ‘You poor thing. You must have barely made it into bed.’

Adrien had barely made it into bed. He had thrown himself there when he heard Rhys coming and was feigning sleep. The question was whether Rhys would leave him alone, seeing that he was sleeping. Coins were entitled enough that Adrien had his doubts.

The noise of something metal being deposited on the dresser, lightly impacting it and dragging gently, was unexpected enough for Adrien to flinch. It did not go unnoticed. Adrien felt the weight of the tall, muscular Coin sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Ah, so you were not fully asleep yet," Rhys said, surprised. A gentle hand caressed Adrien’s shoulder. "I was hoping to talk a bit more. I brought something as a reward for all your hard work."

Adrien inhaled and turned his gaze to Rhys, trying to keep his expression at the very least neutral if not pleasant. "...Talk? What about? I think I'll be better able to enjoy a reward tomorrow. I'm just so tired, Rhys."

It was hard to be disappointed when his Jasper looked so sweet and innocent. Well, Rhys would ask and Jasper could decide if he was too tired.

"Beyond the enormous success of the evening?" Rhys laughed. "I was hoping to tell you about a... new topic. Something important that I trust you with."

Rhys reached out and picked up the tray, bringing it closer. Neatly arranged on it were four small fluffy pastries, shaped like seashells, garnished with myrtle leaves, chopped nuts, and a white powder that Adrien assumed was powdered sugar.

Rhys's pet sat up and took a pastry from the tray delicately. Despite what felt like a physical knot of discomfort lodged in his chest, now that he could smell the food, he realized that he had barely eaten all day. Adrien was starving.

He bit into the pastry.

Rhys raised a hand to interrupt Adrien and explain about the aphrodisiac powder, but Adrien pre-empted him, pushing the bite of pastry momentarily into his cheek to speak. "You can trust me, Rhys."

Relieved at Jasper’s enthusiasm, Rhys lowered his hand. He spoke as he watched his pet finish the first pastry. "I'm surprised that you recognize Aphrodite's Helpers. They are traditional for Coins, but I know that so-called excesses of sexuality are looked upon differently in your culture. I am delighted to share them with you and that you are not too tired to indulge." Placing the platter back on the nightstand, Rhys plucked a pastry from it. While he bit into the treat, Rhys placed a comforting hand on his pet’s thigh. "I love you, Jasper. I think this will help you understand something very important about me."

Adrien considered running from the room and making himself expel what he had just eaten. He had heard of Aphrodite's Helpers, but Rhys had been right to think he wouldn't recognize their physical appearance. He had just consumed a powerful aphrodisiac and now his Owner was probably going to want them to have sex. Fuck.

Adrien swallowed hard and tried to decide what to do. He consoled himself with the fact that he would probably want sex soon, too. But...

As Adrien tried to make up his mind, he watched Rhys consume a Helper of his own. Adrien's throat worked visibly up and down. He had to ask before the drug overtook him. Fuck it.

"Rhys, did you brainwash me to make me okay with...with all this? Did you let Aristotle brainwash me? In his lab?" Adrien's voice broke into a sob as he finished.

Rhys visibly recoiled from the question, pulling back at the neck and shoulders. "No?" What a ridiculous notion. As his mind churned, wondering where his sleepy pet got the idea from, Rhys realized that he had already answered his own question.

"No." Rhys’s voice was confident. Firm, but not angry or frustrated. He needed to comfort Jasper, and dispel the remnants of whatever nightmare Rhys had woke him from. "I would never do anything like that. I would never let anyone hurt you."

Adrien felt an immediate bloom of relief. Everything within him wanted to believe Rhys, already believed Rhys. After all, Rhys would never harm him. Rhys would always take care of him. His feelings for Rhys were growing stronger and stronger.

But, even if Rhys hadn't done it to him, Aristotle had done it to Julian and Nova. Probably right in the lab where Adrien had gotten knocked out, addling his brain and making him forget that he had agreed to become Rhys's pet as a matter of survival, to avoid jail. Yes. That was what had happened. Adrien — Jasper — threw himself into Rhys's arms, crying.

What had happened to Julian and Nova was unconscionable. Adrien needed Rhys's help to fix it, especially if Rhys was trustworthy. Maybe that could be for later. There was something important that Rhys wanted to tell him. Something about the horny pastries.

Rhys wrapped his thick, powerful arms around his pet, holding him close. "Take deep breaths, Jasper. There is nothing to worry about here. Brainwashing is science fiction, not reality."

"But — Aristotle—" Adrien tried to find the words to articulate what Seth had told him he had said about the lab at the university and about what had happened to Julian and Nova. It was hard.

While there was nothing more in the world that Rhys wanted more in that moment than to comfort Jasper for as long as he needed, they had both taken a fast-acting drug. He held Jasper tightly and shushed him gently, encouraging him to breathe. Rhys knew that once the powder took effect, anyone with Aureum vesanium would be wholly incapable of explaining, well, anything complex at all.

"I need you to slow your breathing for me, pet." Rhys hoped he was keeping his voice steady enough to help calm Jasper. "Try to concentrate on my breaths, and follow them."

Frankly, Adrien once again wondered why he was as calm as he was. Some part of him must feel really safe with Rhys. Rhys's presence was soothing. Rhys was so strong, everything about him so large and firm...Adrien began to notice the way his thoughts were shifting toward sex, the way his body was beginning to feel warmer, hornier. Still, he breathed, following Rhys's rhythm as a strange, pleasurable feeling bloomed in his skull.

Jasper was cooperative and calm, now. Rhys had to take the opportunity. "Jasper, dear," he began, "These pastries work quickly, so I need you to be ready for that." The feeling of his cock inching its way down his pant leg was already pulling at Rhys's attention.

"There’s a reason that I brought us these, and I need you to hear something before it is too late. I hate to appear insensitive, but I can guarantee that you will be craving pleasure very shortly."

Adrien's breathing was changing, like he wanted to sip the air. He blinked at Rhys and breathed out the heat in his lungs. There was something primal going on inside of him. "...right. Tell me, Rhys."

"I brought these to help stimu— err, simulate something that I... experience." Rhys could already feel that the powder had been absorbed under his tongue. It was no wonder he was having trouble concentrating. "My medical condition is... golden. I mean, I am gilded. Damn it all, this is too fast." He felt his hand sliding down and down Jasper’s back of its own volition.

'The Gilded Knife's Edge...' Rhys remembered Aristotle's voice, the last time that he had an episode during Jasper's VR training. How grateful he was to have a friend like Aris to care for him, one who would never betray his confidence!

"Golden, like a Coin? Of course it is," said Jasper, laughing, his emotional lability at an all-time high. He fixed his eyes on Rhys, trying to give him all his attention, all his devotion. "Tell me, Rhys."

The tall, powerful Coin took a deep breath to steady himself. "My condition is seen as shameful to many. It is called Aureum vesanium. Have you ever heard of it?" Rhys’s own breaths were coming harder and deeper now. He knew he couldn’t keep control much longer.

It was so much easier to be Jasper! The hornier Adrien got, the more he wanted to be Jasper again, to let himself fall into Rhys's arms. His body was growing warmer and he could feel his pre-cum leaking into his underwear. Rhys was like a magnet to him. His hands began to roam Rhys's chest. He looked up into Rhys's beautiful blue eyes, oddly struck by them and trying to hold onto what Rhys was saying. "Aureum vesanium...No," he said, shaking his head. "Wait. Maybe. I think I've heard of a Coin being blackmailed because they had it and someone found out. It's..." He managed to consolidate what he knew. "It makes you horny?"

Rhys growled and said, "You make me horny." With that, Rhys swept a hand behind Jasper’s back and latched onto his hip, pulling the pet closer to his large body.

Adrien felt his cock lurch with interest and his stomach sink with the casual display of strength and entitlement. He wedged an arm between the two of them and pushed back hard. His words came out in a rush. "N-no. You owe me an explanation, Rhys, you just gave me some kind of drugs and you're talking about a medical condition and I'm worried about my mind and what's been done to it and I need you to just...just fucking explain yourself, right now!"

The firm rejection shook Rhys hard enough for him to regain control. He squeezed his eyes shut so he couldn’t see the object of his desire. "It has to do with...with how my kind are....mmm... genetically manipulated at conception." Rhys kept his hands raised and visible as he fought his own brain chemistry. "If small...er... things go wrong then, Coins can sometimes have an intense need to... to fuck when overstimulated. It is... It’s dangerous. Could kill us. I need to cum, Jasper. Please. I just wanted to show you. Be honest with you."

Adrien could feel the need building up inside of him. It felt unbearable, even now. It was only getting stronger. Alongside that, he felt a powerful flare of anger. "So you put me in the same position? Fuck you, Rhys. Actually, that's exactly what I'm going to do. You want to cum, fine. I'll make you fucking cum. Lie down on your back, Sir."

"W-what?" Rhys’s flashed open in alarm. Had Jasper been hiding this forceful part of himself all this time? Rhys remembered hints of it from the Golden Lattice party. "No, I was trying to — you ate a pastry before I could tell you!"

Adrien couldn't deny that. His expression softened. His emotional landscape felt like he was being pulled back and forth across it on a charging bull. Rhys swore that he wouldn't allow Adrien to come to harm. He swore that he hadn't messed with his head. So, with all the trust that he felt for Rhys in his heart, why couldn't he believe the man? Believe in him?

"Okay," said Adrien, said Jasper, said Autolycus. He swallowed hard and closed his eyes. He paused. "Okay, I'm choosing to trust you. And I'm going to give you what you need. Let me do this, Rhys. Please. I need to know I'm not just some pet following your orders."

Confused, Rhys wanted to respond. He tried to respond, but it was too hard to put his thoughts into words. Rhys lay back onto Jasper’s bed, and found his pet’s scent had saturated the pillow. His turgid cock slipped out from beneath where his robe parted. Rhys buried his face in Jasper's smell, groaning. Hardly able to contain himself any longer, the Coin palmed at his cock with sweaty hands.

"I'm your lover. Your ally. I'm gonna help us both get what we need," said Adrien, feeling the pull of Jasper's identity but also feeling sure that he wanted to do this as fully himself as he could. As honestly as he could.

So, it was Adrien who climbed on top of Rhys, pushing away the Coin's hands and rubbing his clothed ass against Rhys's thick cock. He picked up Rhys's large hands and placed them above Rhys's head. "Keep those there for me. And...Call me Adrien tonight."

Doing as he was bid, Rhys took hold of the bedsheet with both hands. The idea of calling Jasper by his previous name felt strange, but it didn’t feel wrong. "Adri-Adrien," Rhys agreed.

Adrien smiled and licked his lips, letting his desire guide him. Maybe it was chemically induced, but it was acting on what had already been there within him. He reached down and pulled open Rhys's mulberry silk robe. The pet thief's hands went to Rhys's nipples and squeezed. He began a rhythmic push-pull-pinch as his ass continued to grind against that thick, genetically engineered fuckmeat. Adrien's crotch was slick and wet with precum through his nightclothes.

Whimpering through gritted teeth, Rhys desperately held on to the headboard. "H-harder," he begged. The familiar need to fuck was building inside Rhys. Feeling his heart pounding in his ears scared him, but he had to do this for Jasper — Adrien. Rhys trusted him. Loved him.

"What would happen if I decided to edge you?" asked Adrien, the words thick with dark promise. He gave Rhys what he asked. He pulled those tits harder, pinched them until the tips turned purplish and distended. "Would you do whatever I asked, just to get off?"

Adrien adjusted his seat and pulled off his pyjama bottoms. He slid Rhys's giant cock into a new position, the long, thick shaft pointed toward Rhys's belly as Adrien's cock and balls sat atop it, Adrien's hole sitting on Rhys's swollen, tender balls. His thighs cupped that hard Coin dick on either side, keeping it warm. Adrien felt fucking powerful.

"What would you offer me to blow your load in my hand? Gods, what would it cost you to do it in my mouth or ass?"

The soft skin of Jasper’s inner thighs might as well have been the touch of Apollo. "No, please!" the helpless Coin gasped, "Anything. Everything!" Adrien was so fucking hot, sitting on top of him like this. Rhys had never seen Jasper act so dominant, but, then again, this was Adrien. The teasing was so delicious and powerful, but his body couldn't take this for long. Rhys's cheeks felt hot and he knew he must be red in the face. His need was building fast. "I don’t want t-to hurt you."

Adrien let out a chuckle. "We fucking re-engineered my body for this, didn't we, Rhys? All those injections and medications to make me capable of taking all this cock without breaking. But I don't know if you get that privilege. Maybe I'll just make you jack yourself off for me. That's humiliating for Coins like you, right? Are you willing to debase yourself that way for me? To show how much you'd do for me?"

The thief's hand went to Rhys's shaft and stroked it once, firmly, Adrien's slick, free-running pre-fuck lubricating the skin.

Rhys struggled to maintain focus on his pet. More than anything he wanted to take hold of his cock and cum, but Rhys knew this game. He had been told to keep his hands over his head. Adrien’s current musings were not orders. He had done the same to plenty of pets. Even if it felt strange to think of himself in that role, it was the one Rhys was occupying right now. The submissive. The one who took orders rather than gave them. With his fingernails digging into the headboard, Rhys grunted out, "I want to do it for you, J- Adrien. Adrien, please. But I won't be tricked into disobedience. Not this early in the game."

"Good," said Adrien. He reached out a slick hand to spread pre-cum on Rhys's soft cheek. He felt a bloom of arousal at making Rhys dirty that way and left out a soft moan as he clenched his thighs around the Coin's shaft. This was a deeper need than he had ever felt, persistent and intense. It felt like the muscles in his pelvic floor were seizing around nothing, like his dick should already be shooting. His eyelids fluttered and he felt warmth rise to his cheeks. "Oh, fuck..."

Right, Rhys had wanted to simulate what it was like to ride the golden knife's edge, to be afflicted as he was with monstrous, god-like need. To be as desirous as Zeus, with all the power to get those needs met by equally needy little pets like Rhys wanted Adrien to be.

Adrien understood, then, why Rhys had wanted him to understand just how powerful the need could become. He was seized by the urge to fuck. His hips began to move back and forth, rubbing his leaking cockhead against the firm warmth of Rhys's dick. "Oh, Rhys..."

He had to pull away. It was too much. The rut consumed his thoughts, making it impossible to focus. He lifted himself off of Rhys and took hold of his cock, his mouth falling open and his eyes screwing shut tight. "I want to fuck you. Fuck, I need to fuck you. I'm going to fuck you."

A sense of relief flooded Rhys’ mind, and with it a brief period of clarity. Rhys smiled. He would finally fill his Jasper again. Finally cum.

In preparation for Jasper to sit on his cock, Rhys spread his thighs apart across the soft sheets. Jasper would need the stability. Rhys’s eyes flashed open when he felt Adrien roughly hook his hands under Rhys’s knees and lift his hips to the level of Adrien’s cock. "W-wait, wha—"

Adrien's pupils were just as dilated as any Coin that Rhys had seen in the grips of Aureum vesanium. He pressed Rhys's knees up and tossed his head toward Rhys's hands. "Hold your knees, Rhys. I'm going to open you up."

Adrien found the tube of miracle lubricant that he knew Rhys had been planning to use on him and spread the gigantic man's cheeks. He planted a kiss on one broad, muscular glute and then pressed his fingers into that underused hole. He knew that Coins probably fucked each other, but Rhys had been a reclusive bachelor for a long time.

Rhys had all the advantages of a Coin, and his ass opened up easily to Adrien's eager, insistent fingertips. Adrien felt his mouth flood with saliva at the thought of the tight warmth he was about to use. The lube was enough, but Adrien felt a primal need to use all that spit. He opened his mouth and let it drip onto his hand, spreading it along his cockhead and shaft.

It was time. Adrien, his chest filled with a primal heat, pressed his cock into the man that he had come to love in a way that overcame the mistrust of a lifetime. Rhys's hole gripped him tight and urged him deeper. When Adrien looked up at Rhys's face, he saw blissed-out wonder that this was happening at all, along with the doublefold lust of the aphrodisiacs and his affliction.

Aureum vesanium. Fuck. So this is what it was like. Rhys was making needy, undignified noises that increased every time Adrien shoved another bit of his length inside of him. Adrien liked those noises. Fucking loved them. Soon, he had no more cock to feed Rhys, so he pulled all the way out and slammed back in.

That made Rhys squeeze him so fucking tightly. Adrien bit his lip and felt his balls pull up. This stuff was potent. Adrien felt powerful, too. Rhys had everything in the whole gods-damned world. All that power. The wealth, the genetically enhanced body with its physical strength and resilience, the social capital, all those estates and material goods, all those people who wanted him...and all Rhys wanted right now was to do whatever the fuck Adrien said so that he could earn the right to cum.

Adrien knew he was going to cum, soon. But he didn't know what would happen next. Not with Rhys when they came down from this, not with his friends. He could feel how scrambled and febrile his thoughts were. That meant Rhys must have it twice as bad right now. Adrien knew he couldn't leave Rhys in such a state for long, either. But...maybe just a little longer.

"How does it feel to get fucked in the ass by your pet, big boy?"

'Boy...' Rhys felt equal parts revulsion and lust at being called a boy by his own pet. This was perverse. Improper. But, he couldn't think of a single reason why. He kept hoisting his knees as he had been told, his erection throbbing between his legs in time with the beating of his heart. Adrien was looking at him with an appealing arrogance, expecting an answer.

"Feels..." Rhys swallowed hard, closed his eyes, and tried to find the words. "...like you shut my brain off. All I can think about is how you're fucking me. How I want you to make me cum. Please."

There was none of Rhys's usual elegant artifice in those words. They dripped with sincere need. Rhys couldn't afford to have any ego right now. He needed what Adrien was giving him.

It was kind of impressive that Rhys hadn't just broken and started to jerk himself off. His social conditioning was strong. Feeling a sudden burst of affection for this man who found it shameful to have to take care of his own needs, Adrien gave Rhys's thigh a squeeze and adjusted his angle, seeking Rhys's prostate.

"Good boy. I'm the one who gets to make you cum, aren't I?" said Adrien, his lips curling into a smug but loving smile.

"Yes! Yes, please...please, before I break...before I..." Rhys tossed his head from side to side, all too aware of the real dangers of his condition. His vision was narrowing. His skin prickled, reddening with the rapid flow of blood beneath it from Rhys's pounding heart. Rhys needed to cum before he hurt himself. "I need to! Please!"

Adrien wasn't holding back now. He grunted like an animal, all his focus on making Rhys cum without ever getting to touch that cock. He knew he could do it. He wanted it. It would teach Rhys something important about Adrien that he couldn't quite name. He just had to do it before he lost control. Rhys had experience with being this high and horny that Adrien couldn't hope to match.

Rhys's eyes rolled back into his head when Adrien found what he was looking for. He felt all the muscles in his lower half clench as Adrien fucked hard into that pleasure node. He whimpered and gasped.

Adrien dug his fingertips into Rhys's thighs and howled."Fuck, fucking cum for me, Rhys!"

Rhys's body lit up as he thrust his hips back toward Adrien, his cock exploding all over his chest and face. For a moment, he lost track of where he was and who he was with. He came so hard that his body locked up, his hips moving without his volition. Rhys’s eyes roamed the room, unable to focus on anything. His mind was adrift. It was all he could do to keep his knees up.

Rhys squirmed and his hole tightened around Adrien's dick. It was too fucking much. The image was burned into Adrien's brain as he lost control of his own body, slamfucking Rhys a few more times, his cum feeling like it was jetting out of his cock with no sign of letting up. The pleasure stretched out into an eternity of warm pleasure shooting up Adrien's spine. His hands searched for purchase and found Rhys's hands holding his legs up. He gripped Rhys's knuckles and let the pleasure overwhelm him.

When Adrien's mind returned to him, it couldn't have been more than two minutes later. He had collapsed forward with his face against Rhys's messy cock, which was still twitching with interest. He looked up at Rhys, who was obviously wrung out and sleeping deeply.

Adrien was still plenty fucking horny and completely awake.

"Fuck."

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