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[therushingsky]

"Heyyyy, you've reached the head office of the Atlas Corporation, leave a message and your number, and one of our people will get back to you."

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[beejfu]

[he leers, beaming with pride as Rhys compliments him. He doesn't ever get enough of that]

You want me to be pushy? I can be pushy!

[therushingsky]

Oh, I know you can.

[Rhys smiles, caresses Betelgeuse's cheek with a smooth grin.]

But we were talking about what you're into, right?

[Annnnd, to that end, the hand caressing BJ's cheek draws back, to give him a little slap. Hard enough to sting, just a little, but not enough to do any damage.]

Is that okay?

[beejfu]

[he purrs, deep in his throat. Apparently that's not gone away either. The slap hits; catching him by surprise and a little bit of delight]

Holy shit. That was awesome. Do it again?

[therushingsky]

Yeah? You like that, huh?

[Rhys asks, caressing Betelgeuse's cheek again, and briefly scraping his nails down the line of the other man's throat.]

So what does this do for you? Is it just the attention, or do you like, want me to be mean to you as well?

[Another slap. It lands a little bit harder this time, the sound of it ringing out through the room.]

[beejfu]

[He gulps when Rhys draws a hand down his throat, his expression uncomfortable and dazzled.

His head whips to the side at the second slap; BJ turns back to Rhys, sneering with a sudden desire]

Attention. I love attention.

[therushingsky]

Babe, you have my undivided attention.

[Rhys tells him, in a warm purr, as he takes hold of his boyfriend's collar to pull him back up onto his feet, and towards the sofa. His grip is tight, leaning into that bossiness that he thinks Betelgeuse will like.]

[beejfu]

[Betelgeuse giggles, walking in step-time like they're dancing, moving backwards with Rhys]

Where are we going?

[therushingsky]

Well I was going to shove you down on that couch and sit on top of you.

[Rhys suggests, his tone still low and full of promise.]

But maybe I should be bending you over my knee instead? You think you deserve that?

[That's sexy code for: please confirm or deny that I'm steering this kink towards the stuff you're into]

[beejfu]

Yes please.

[He hisses in regards to the couch, but tilts his head in interest]

Maybe. Seems a little too...IDK, parental. Let's not do that, that's not sexy.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys nods, once, very slightly. No weird parent child discipline vibes.

Then he pulls Betelgeuse into position, and shoves him down onto the sofa.]

[beejfu]

[BJ's eyes light up in that malevolent look of someone who wants to cause some trouble. He drops down in a sitting position on the sofa but his hands lash out to seize Rhys by his hands]

[therushingsky]

[Rhys's expression curls into a smile as Betelgeuse catches his hands. He tightens his grip in return, and shifts forward to sit across Betelgeuse's lap, settling on top of him.]

What? What are you gonna do? You're human now, and I'm a cyborg, and you're just gonna-- gonna sit there and take whatever I give you.

[He says this with an air of total confidence which isn't entirely real, as he tries to pin Betelgeuse's hands down onto to the sofa on either side of his head.]

[beejfu]

[When Rhys tightens his grip, BJ leers at him, even when the tight grip makes him grimace. He tries to push him off but is unsuccessful, which delights him more]

Goddamn I'm weak. Gotta get mad human gains.

[therushingsky]

You don't gotta do a damn thing babe.

[Rhys corrects, pushing Betelgeuse's wrists together over his head so that he can trap them both under his cybernetic hand.]

I actually think you're pretty damn near perfect just as you are...

[Annnd, with all that praise, he's going to fist his hand in Betelgeuse's hair and wrench back his head, holding him still as Rhys plants an infuriatingly chaste kiss on his mouth.]

[beejfu]

[Betelgeuse immediately tries to stick his tongue down Rhys' throat but is cut off, letting out a sharp whine when his hair is tugged. His wrists shift in Rhys' hand but don't break free as he wriggles in delight underneath.]

[therushingsky]

Down boy.

[Rhys mumbles, giving Betelgeuse's hair another sharp little tug, holding it back so that he can kiss down the line of Betelgeuse's neck.]

[beejfu]

[BJ leers back, but is cut off by the wince on his hair, still getting used to having his skull fully attached. Agitated, he wriggles to try and land some kisses of his own, unsuccessfully]

Oh my god, come on. You goddamn tease.

[therushingsky]

[Rhys pulls back out of Betelgeuse's reach, and releases the other man's hair, flexing his hand out carefully.]

I'm sorry, I'm pretty sure what you were trying to say there was: Thank you for paying attention to me, Rhys, you total fucking babe. Right?

[Annnnnd with this said, he's gonna slap Betelgeuse hard across the cheek again, leaving a warm pink mark on his cheek.]

You want to try again?

[beejfu]

Ow.

[He says, but with a grin, clearly pleased with himself]

Do I really have to use the word Rhys?

[therushingsky]

[Rhys smiles back. It's kind of exhillarating, watching the other man react like this, seeing how much he likes it.]

Yeah, you really do, Betelgeuse.

[He drops his hand to set it lightly on Betelgeuse's throat. Not squeezing - because he thinks there's a fair chance that the other man doesn't have a great concept of how much air he needs to live - just holding him in place.]

Every once in a while I like hearing my actual name in your mouth.

[beejfu]

[Betelgeuse is definitely getting into it, but he's like a needy teenager all over again; everything gets an overreaction from him while he's still figuring out his human body.

As such, he breathes harder, pupils dilating, when Rhys sets a hand on that throat. Part of it's excitement, sure, but part of it is fear.

Wow - he can be afraid of a stupid little thing like death! Will wonders never cease?]

Okay. Okay.

Thank you for paying attention to me, Rhys, you absolute fucking twink.

[therushingsky]

[It's a good feeling, that hot little frission where the adrenaline rush of sensuality meets the adrenaline rush of fear. Rhys has always liked it, and it was one of the things Rhys liked about Betelgeuse, in the early days. The slingshot shifting from laughter to fear to desire had been exhilarating.


But they aren't going to do any flirting with death today. Rhys isn't about to cut off Betelgeuse's air for real, not even for a moment. What he is going to do is dig in his fingernails and give the warden a sharp scratch down the side of his neck, still keeping him pinned.]

Try again.

[beejfu]

Ah ah ah!

[He yelps, probably far too loudly and dramatically for the incident at hand, and squirms underneath Rhys.]

Jesus Christ, cut your nails once in a while, you could stab a badger with those things!

[therushingsky]

Or maybe you're just really sensitive now?

[Rhys suggests, lightening up on the scratch, but not letting Betelgeuse up.
Instead he trails his fingers lightly over the spot he just scratched-- riiiight up until he pauses.]

Oh-- hey, we should pick a safeword. So you can complain all you want but I'll only stop if I know you actually want me too.

[beejfu]

[he gives a shiver, snuggling in the crook of Rhys' arm]

Oh right, sure. Sure. What's a safeword?