Waterworks, if you're into writing that sort of thing, or orgasm denial in a non-traditional (not just bdsm) way
I went the orgasm denial route for this one! Inspired by both your prompt and the discussion from eb 206:” Do We Interrupt Each Other Too Much?” (I don’t think anything below will spoil that ep of eb, if you anyone hasn’t listened to it…).
Rhett knew there would be some kind of aftereffect from their discussion on Ear Biscuits.
This wasn’t the first time they’d talked about Link’s tendency to interrupt, but this time it seemed to have gotten to Link more than usual. He was overthinking, and it was becoming more distracting than the actual interrupting.
“You just need to relax a little, man,” Rhett assured him, when he finally had him alone in the privacy of their office. “I already told you, it doesn’t bother me th-.”
“Sorry to interrupt, Rhett. But you also said that I do it with other people!”
Unbelievable, Rhett thought.
“You know, you can’t just say ‘I’m sorry to interrupt’ and then have free rein to run around interrupting people all the dang time! It’s like how people start a sentence with ‘no offense, but’ and then go on to say some truly offensive shit. Stickin’ a disclaimer at the beginning don’t make it right, brother!”
“I know. I’m sorry. I’m just tryna say: these other people that I’m doin’ it to. The ones that don’t know me like you do, they probably just think I’m a jerk!”
“Well?” Rhett offered, clearly teasing.
Link rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. “Well, you’re a jerk, too.”
“Obviously. I wanna change this behavior, and you’re not tryna help me improve myself!”
Rhett couldn’t suppress his smirk, as he locked the office door. “Okay. I’ll help you, Link.”
“Man, I told you. I don’t want this to be a joke.”
“It’s not a joke. It’s… a game?”
Rhett pushed Link against the locked door.
“Do you wanna play with me, Link?”
Link was flushed pink with frustration, but enthusiastically nodded.
Rhett leaned in to brush his bushy beard against Link’s slender neck. Link’s prominent adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed his annoyance.
“You change your mind, you let me know. Okay?”
Link hummed, and buried his fingers in Rhett’s wild auburn waves.
“I dunno how this is supposed to help,” Link grinned at the ceiling, tilting his chin upward to give Rhett space to continue nibbling at his clavicle. “But I’m not about to stop you from tryin’.”
Rhett pressed his thigh between Link’s legs, feeling how hard he was already. He immediately peeled off Link’s shirt before reaching down to undo Link’s pants, letting them hang off his hips. His eyes traveled Link’s body, drawn to his nipples - taut and hard.
Rhett hummed. A low growl in his throat, “I wanna help you, bo.” He reached to give one of Link’s nipples a hard pinch, making Link hiss and wiggle against the door.
Link winced under the torment of Rhett’s fingers. Rhett rolled and squeezed the nipple, making Link hold in a whine. “Ah fuck…” Link was fighting the urge to curl around the pain. He wanted to keep his body long and accessible for Rhett.
“Are- are ya punishing me… for interrupting?” Link whimpered, trying to guess at the game.
“No, baby. Not yet, I’m not.” Rhett looked down at him lovingly, but there was still that glint of devious wickedness in his smile. He eased up on Link’s nipple, giving him an opportunity to listen.
Rhett’s hand drifted lower, toward Link’s opened pants. Link groaned as Rhett freed his cock and rubbed the head with his open palm.
Rhett wrapped his hand fully around Link’s cock and began to work him torturously slowly.
“When you get close, honey,” Rhett paused to make sure he had Link’s attention. He then slid to his knees before continuing, “You’re going to say the words, ‘Sorry to interrupt’, and-.”
“You seriously interrupting me right now? You have a lot to learn… I mean, for real. You’re gonna wind up so oversensitized, you’re gonna be screamin’.”
Rhett gave the tip of Link’s cock a little kitten lick, causing Link to inhale sharply.
“Do ya wanna play?” Rhett asked again, looking up at Link, eyes blazing.
“Nnnngh. Yeah… Suck me, Rhett,” Link huffed.
Without breaking eye contact, Rhett wrapped his lips around Link’s swollen cock, and sank as far down as he could manage without gagging.
Rhett only hummed, and Link was knocking his head against the door, whining and muttering a few swears. He wiggled his hips toward Rhett’s mouth and could feel the curl of Rhett’s lips smiling around him.
“I love you, Rhett,” he whispered.
Rhett pulled off with a soft pop, nuzzling his beard into Link’s thigh. “Love you too, Link.”
He worked his hand up and down Link’s spit slicked cock, pulling a high reedy gasp from him before taking him fully into his hot mouth, letting him touch the back of his throat. He could hear Link whining his name, and praising how good he was.
Rhett was beginning to think that there was no freakin’ way that Link was gonna remember the game; that he was too caught up in the feeling of Rhett taking him until he was practically choking on his length. But just as Rhett could sense Link approaching the precipice, Link blurted out, “Sorry to interrupt!”
He pulled off Link, leaving a saliva bridge connecting his shiny bottom lip to the wet tip of Link’s dick.
Rhett’s head was spinning.
Link’s knees were shaking.
“Oh, fuck!” Link shouted mindlessly at the loss of contact. “Hnnnnngh.”
Rhett didn’t answer. He kept his gaze hardened as he watched Link writhing with need.
“It’s not nice bein’ interrupted is it, Link?”
Link’s breaths were coming in shallow pants, and his hands were balled into fists at his sides, white-knuckle tight.
“Rhett, I… I get it, man. I…”
A bleary-eyed and dizzy Link nodded emphatically, “Please!”
Rhett eased back into it, swirling his tongue up and over and all around. Pressing over the tip, the way he knew never failed to drive Link wild. He braced his hands up against Link’s tightened thighs, and savored the warm sighs and moans that were spilling from Link’s lips.
Link whimpered, and pressed his palms into his eyes, trying desperately to slow his enthusiasm. But it seemed to sneak up on him quicker this time, and it was all too soon when Link found himself crying out again, “I’m sorry t’interrupt!”
Rhett froze and backed off, watching Link’s shoulders and chest heave with the effort of trying not to come. Link looked utterly defeated. He knew he wouldn’t last. His face was scrunched up, and he was shaking his head.
Rhett waited patiently as Link took all the deep breaths he needed. He peppered kisses up his torso, and across his chest as he rose to his feet. He added a light nibble at the nipple that he had started this whole thing with, causing Link to gasp and shudder.
“Oh, I’m so sorry,” Rhett teased, moving up to nip at his neck and then his ear. “Did you… get interrupted?”
“Gosh, Rhett. Listen. I think you’ve made an impression here… I won’t be able to interrupt without thinking of… Well, without thinkin’ twice.”
Link made a pathetic little sound as Rhett again took him into hand and began to slowly pump.
Link’s fluttering eyelids flew wide open as Rhett shimmied his own pants down and began to tug at his dick. He pressed his erection against Link’s thigh, and started grinding against him as he continued to jerk Link off. Link tried to move his hips to meet Rhett’s movements, but he was mildly restricted by Rhett still pinning him to the door. So he just hung his head against Rhett’s chest and let Rhett use him as he would.
The more that Rhett pushed against him, the more Link trembled. He wanted to move with Rhett so badly. He just couldn’t… quite…
“Rhett…” he moaned. “Rhett, please…”
“Mmm,” Rhett hums. “Feels good, huh, Link?”
“Oh, it does. It does… it does… it does…”
“Nnnnnngh, that’s not… Man, c’mon!”
Link’s body was moving uncontrollably, convulsing against the door, sweat dripping from every pore. Damp hair; teary eyes.
“I- I’m sorry to interrupt,” Link husked, voice thick with lust and tinged with regret that he was still playing this stupid game.
Rhett kissed him, softly and deeply. Retracting his lips just enough to murmur sweetly, “Yeah, I know you are, Linkster. But I’m used to it after all these years. So why don’t you just go ahead and come?”
Link groaned loudly in thanks, lolling his salt and peppered head back so hard that he could have really smacked it against the door if Rhett’s hand hadn’t flown up to catch it.
Link’s cock pulsed, and he came all over Rhett’s waiting hand.
“Oh, ffffuck Rhett,” Link huffed. “That was good.”
“Hmmm, I’m glad, baby. But the question is, did you learn anything here today?”
Link slid onto his knees, and Rhett rested his weight on his elbows overhead on the door.
“Well, before we reflect on that, why don’t I let you finish first?”
Rhett closed his eyes, and smiled softly as Link ensured that he would not be tempted to interrupt - by not leaving his overeager mouth empty.
