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Feytamsand | Fem!Tamlin | Explicit | Smut | 5603 Words
Tw: Threesome, Oral sex , Rimming, P in V sex, Shifting.
Summary: There's been a shifting incident in Spring. When Tamlin turns up to the Day court ball stuck in his female form, Rhys and Feyre have a proposition for him.
Posting for Day 31 of Kinktober: Writers choice (Threesome, Oral sex, Rimming, Lingerie)
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The party in Day court was in full swing, bodies everywhere as High fae mingled. Drinks and dancing aplenty and Helion Spellcleaver in his element as he charmed his guests. The High lord and High lady of the Night court were four drinks in by the time they noticed Lucien Vanserra waltzing in. He looked around before spotting them and their entourage and heading over.
He nodded to them all before focusing on Rhys and Feyre. "I need to ask you for a favor."
Rhys raised his eyes. Lucien wasn't usually this impolite, he was curious as to what this favor was. "Hello to you too, fox boy"
Feyre smacked his shoulder, "What is it, Lucien?"
Despite being the one who approached them, Lucien seemed hesitant about whatever he had to say. He ran his fingers through hair before sighing. "There's been an...incident in Spring."
They all stiffened expecting the worst. Whatever buzz they'd had, left them immediately.
"What kind of incident, Lucien?" Rhys asked, High lord mask back in place. What had Tamlin gotten himself into now?
Lucien glanced back towards the entrance before looking back at them. "Tamlin...He..He was practicing different shifts trying to get used to his power again and...He got stuck."
"Stuck?" Feyre asked, confused "Stuck how?"
"Stuck in the body he last shifted to. He doesn't know how or why he can't get back to his male self so he's stuck."
"Please tell me he turned himself into a rat," Cassian pleaded, chuckling. He grinned wider when Nesta snorted and Mor threw her head back and laughed.
Rhys looked contemplative while Feyre asked "What is this favor?"
"I need you to leave him alone and not laugh or bother him about it when he gets here. He's already embarrassed enough about it and I think it might set him off and he's been in a better frame of mind lately."
Feyre opened her mouth to ask why they should care about sparing Tamlin's feelings when Rhys interjected "You said not in his male form....Does that mean he's..."
Before he could finish what he was going to say the entrance doors opened and in walked a tall, beautiful female. She wore a deep emerald green off the shoulder dress that clung to her curves, flowing out towards the bottom. Her blonde hair was down but clipped back at the sides with small flowers.
The crowd immediately became quiet as she walked in. She glanced up and blushed as she noticed people staring at her. She quickly searched the room before her gaze landed on Lucien. She looked relieved until she saw who he was standing with. She frowned before gazing around the room and walking towards Helion instead.
Lucien turned back to the Night court and saw them all in various states of shock. At least they weren't laughing.
"Who's the hot blonde?" Cassian blurted out, making Nesta turn her glare on him. He shrugged apologetically "No one is as hot as you Nes."
Feyre gaped, "Is that...."
"Tamlin." Rhys said, matter of fact. 'I'd recognize those tits anywhere' he thought to himself.
Lucien nodded "Yes. He decided to just own it instead of not showing up."
“That's Tamlin?!” Cassian exclaimed while Mor muttered something about a better blonde. “Wow. Perhaps we should invite him to our bed, eh Nes?”
That earned him an elbow to the gut before Nesta stormed off, Cassian following her with apologies.
Joining, hm? Rhys looks over at Feyre who was trying, and failing, not to stare at Tamlin. Perhaps, Cassian is on to something. Feyre has expressed interest in inviting another female to their bed and who better than someone they both already know intimately. He sends a tendril of his daemati power into her head through the bond and whispers in a voice that sounds like her own, pointing her thoughts in a similar direction as his. He sees when it works as she bites her lip while looking at Tamlin before her eyes flick to his.
He raises a brow before turning to Lucien. “You have our word that no one in our court shall bother or laugh at him.”
Lucien bows his head in thanks before excusing himself to go rescue his friend from the High lord of Day and his seemingly wandering hands.
Rhys turns to Feyre and offers her his arm. “Would you like to dance, Darling? I believe we have something to discuss.”
With that, he led her on to the floor and let her talk him into his own plan.
Tamlin was drunk. Well, on the way there at least. He spent the evening fielding the unwanted flirtation and grabby hands of the host, the uncomfortable and rude questions of the Autumn Court and the wide eyed gazes of the Summer court who were trying to be professional but failing. He thought he saw Cresseida drool while staring at him but he couldn't be certain. Right now, all he knew was he was sick of the stares and coming here was a mistake. He found himself alone in a private garden just staring at the sky. He's been here long enough and can probably leave now, he thinks as he stands up to leave.
"Leaving so soon?" A familiar voice says behind him, the tone sultry. "You didn't even come over and say hello."
Heaving a sigh, Tamlin turned around to face Rhysand. The other male was dressed in his usual dreary black. The jacket fitted to his body, covering the sheer black button down that was currently unbuttoned down his chest. "I was hoping to avoid you actually. If you'll excuse me.."
He turns to leave and finds Rhys right in front of him. He steps back "What do you want, Rhys?"
Rhys slowly looks him up and down "You look good, dove."
Tamlin blanched "Don't. Don't call me that Rhys."
"Why not?" Rhys asked tilting his head, smirking "That's what I called you before when you were in this form. Remember the fun we had? Our little experiments."
Flushing, Tamlin tried but failed to not think about their past. When they were young males and were testing out if Tamlin could feel pleasure in other forms. They were drunk when they decided to test it and they never actually tested any other form since Rhys liked this one so much. He had started to call Tamlin "his dove" while they were together in that way to separate 'her' from his friend. "We aren't experimenting anymore, Rhysand."
"Come now, Tamlin. Just hear me out. We have a proposition for you."
"We?" Tamlin asked, curiously.
"Rhys and I," another voice said beside him.
Stiffening, Tamlin looked over to see Feyre walking up and standing beside Rhys. She glanced up at her mate and smiled before looking at Tamlin. “Hello, Tamlin.”
“Feyre.” He looked at Rhys. “What is this proposition?”
“Well, you see..My mate and I have been recently discussing spicing up our love life by inviting a third into our bed for one night. A female to be exact. And we both thought who would be a better option than someone we both know very well, intimately. Thus where you come in.”
Tamlin looked between them, "You…You want to sleep with me? Both of you?"
"Yes." Rhys said matter of factly at the same time Feyre said "Well..."
They both looked at each other and seemed to have a mental conversation before looking back at Tamlin. It was Rhys who continued "My mate does not want to have sex with you, penetratively."
Tamlin glanced down then back up. "I don't...I don't have anything to do that anyways." He looked at Rhys. "And you?"
Rhys shrugged "Whatever you're comfortable with." He looked Tamlin up and down, a glint of hunger in that violet gaze. "There's many things I would like to do to you tonight."
Knowing exactly what Rhys was insinuating, Tamlin looked at Feyre, "You expect me to believe that you'd be okay if your mate fucked me? In front of you?"
Feyre nodded but Tamlin didn't miss how her eyes flicked to Rhys for a moment. "Yes. I trust my mate. Besides” She says with a scoff, “it's not as if he's going to leave me for you."
Tamlin hummed "I wouldn't be too sure considering we haven't been together that way in hundreds of years and he's still thinking of what it was like to be inside me, to taste me on his lips."
Feyre frowned "He didn't say that..."
"He didn't have to. I can see it in his eyes. Your mate can hide many things, and does, but lust is not one of them."
"If you have a point to this Tamlin, can we get to it?" Rhys interrupted. "It's a simple yes or no question."
Looking between them, at Feyre's dismissive face that barely concealed her intrigue and lust and at Rhys with his want and desire written clearly on his face, though he tries to hide it with his usual smirk. "No."
Feyre sighed and turned to leave but Rhys...Rhys froze. The look of disappointment on his face was poignant. It seems obvious whose idea this really was, though he had no doubt used his manipulative ways to make Feyre think it was her idea. And maybe it was.
Tamlin didn't care as he crossed his arms, waiting for Rhys to try to convince him. He wasn't disappointed (well, maybe a little) when Rhys put on his mask of arrogance and shrugged "Suit yourself, Dove."
Wanting to get the last word, Tamlin stepped forward and leaned in to whisper in Rhys' ear "Greenhouse."
He stepped back and smirked as Rhys' eyes glazed over as that word reminded him of the one time they had snuck into the greenhouse in Spring and Tamlin had shifted into his female form for him. They spent the entire night tasting each other and rolling around the flowers. That was the first night they had crossed a line in their experiments and Tamlin had taken him into his mouth before Rhys fucked him in multiple positions. So much that even in his regular male form, he felt the ache of him inside.
Rhys stuttered as he reached out and grabbed Tamlin's arm "I-if you change your mind. We are on the left wing." He recovered from his desperate outburst and removed his hand from Tamlin, picking some invisible lint from his jacket. With a smirk, he says "We'll leave a flower on the doorknob."
With one last long look up and down Tamlin's body and a wink, Rhys turned around and walked away with Feyre, linking arms as they walked back to the party.
Tw: Hot tub sex, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Sneaking around, Legal! (Rhys is 20, Tamlin is 18)
Summary: Rhys is a counselor at Camp Autumnwood and it's his turn to stay in the leaders house while he is away. The rest of the camp will be on the midnight hike but now Rhys has to bring a sick camper with him.
Posting for Day 31 of Kinktober: Hot tub sex
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Laughs and screams filled the air as the campers waited in their groups for the “midnight hike”. It wasn't actually midnight, more like seven pm but they would be returning at midnight so they kept the name. Years ago it used to be at midnight but a lot of the kids got too scared that late at night so they changed it. They were all gathered into their cabin groups as they waited for Cassian to explain the rules. As the loudest counselor, he had been volunteered by Az to be their megaphone.
The camp leader, Beron, had an emergency and had to leave for a week. Azriel had been left in charge this week as the counselor with the most seniority, and so everyone had to listen to him though he usually just used this power to bug Cassian. They couldn't agree on who would stay in the leader's house while he was away so they made a schedule that each counselor would have a night there.
Tonight was Rhys’ night and he had big plans while the rest of the camp went on the hike. This was his second year as a counselor here and though he'd met a ton of great people, including one very special person, he was looking forward to a quiet night.
He was standing with his group after telling them to be on their best behavior for Nesta, who's watching his group so he can stay at the house per the rules. Someone needed to stay there every night after a series of break ins from a neighboring camp a few years ago. Nothing illegal happened other than the breaking and entering, just some teens making a mess but Beron refused to be ‘taken for a fool again by that bastard Spellcleaver’ again and implemented the rule that if he wasn't there then someone had to be. They are all sure that Helion, the camp leader at the other camp, had no idea his campers were going to do that but it reignited the longest camp feud in history.
Feyre runs over before he can go to the house. “Hey Rhys!”
“Hey, what's up?” He asked, hoping she wasn't trying to switch nights with him.
“One of my campers isn't feeling well. Is it okay if he goes to the cabin with you? I know campers aren't usually allowed in the house but the rules also say campers can't be left alone. I'd stay behind but we are down a counselor this year and Beron is gone.”
Rhys nodded. “Of course. I was just going to read a book and relax up there anyways.”
“Thank you so much! He won't be a problem, I'm sure. You know Tamlin? He won't be any trouble. He's really chill, I swear.”
Tamlin Evergreen, 18 year old camper in his last year of camp before he has to apply to be a counselor or not come back. Though he was practically a counselor now as he always helped Elain with the younger campers. He'd been going here since he was a child and was always eager to help. Rhys hadn't had him in any of his cabins or activities except for canoeing this year. But everyone loved him
“Yeah, I know him. It's no problem, really. He can just chill with me.”
Feyre hugged him. “Thank you so much, Rhys! I really didn't want to drag him out when he's sick. I'll go get him.”
“No, it's okay. You go on with the others I'll go get him. It's no problem.”
Feyre smiled, “Okay, he's in Cabin 9. Thanks again, Rhys!”
With one last wave at his campers, he headed over to Cabin 9, walking up the steps and up to the open door. Rhys leaned against the doorframe as he looked at the boy lying on the bunk with an arm over his eyes before knocking on the frame. “Knock knock.”
Tamlin lifts his arm and looks at him before smiling and sitting up. “Hey Rhys.”
“I heard you weren't feeling well. I'm headed up to the boss's house now and you need to come with me. Grab your things.”
Tamlin nodded and threw on a sweater before grabbing some clothes and his toiletries. “Ready.”
They headed to the house, not talking much as they walked. Tamlin wasn’t much of a talker, more introverted unless it came to helping the younger kids, then Rhys had seen him brighten up. Or if he were with someone he felt comfortable with but usually he was happy to keep to himself. Climbing the stairs to the cabin, Rhys sees Tamlin looking around and hears a muttered “wow”. It was a nice place, built with a great view over the camp. Inside it was pretty big, one bedroom, one bathroom, nice kitchen with up to date appliances and a big porch with a sunken hot tub in the back. Beron really has it made while the rest of them share two cabins with bunks.
Rhys unlocks the door, letting Tamlin go in ahead of him before locking it. He switches on the lights and as soon as Tamlin drops his bag, Rhys has him against the wall with his mouth on his. Tamlin wrapped his arms around him and kissed him back, moaning when he opened his mouth to Rhys and their tongues tangled together.
Iolin is the best healer of the Spring Court, so it's only natural that Enfys turns to him to help with his body aches. After all, it's only fair that Iolin fixes the damage he's done to Enfys.
TWs: Incest, Medical Examination, Medical Kink, Speculum, Watersports, Masturbation, Exhibitionism
AUTHOR'S NOTES: I'm super behind on @acotar-kinktober so I'm going back and doing my favourite prompts! This is technically for DAY 13: MEDICAL PLAY, but can definitely fit other days!
Tamsand (Background Azris, Elucien and Nessian) | Explicit | Smut | 4,260 Words
Tw: Lingerie, Men in lingerie, Crossdressing, Anal sex, Oral sex, Rimming, Wall sex, Halloween.
Summary:
Rhys shows up to the Halloween party late and is surprised - and very turned on - by his boyfriends costume.
Modern College au.
Posting for Kinktober Day 26: Lingerie
✨️The vibes✨️
What a perfect time to post a Halloween fic with 5 days to go 🎃
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The bass was booming as Rhys walked into the Vanserra’s backyard. It was their turn to throw the Halloween rager this year and it looked like everyone was here, decked out in costume. Their whole friend group luckily all went to college around their hometown, except Feyre who had flown to New York for their art program, so they got to come home for weekends whenever they wanted. The backyard was decorated with orange and black lights, webs, bats, everything Halloween. When the Vanserra’s threw a party, they went all out.
Cassian is set up in the DJ booth in the corner, hands waving in the air as he dances in his Hercules costume. He catches Rhys’ eye and waves. Rhys waves back before he continues to look around.
He sees Eris walking out of the house in a red velvet robe, open to show off his chest, black pajama pants covering his lower half and Rhys knows if he looks around…Yep. There's Azriel standing in the corner, eyes fixed on Eris.
Azriel's eyes barely leave Eris as he walks around and mingles with his guests. The man had it bad and Rhys hoped he built up the courage to ask Eris to be exclusive soon so they can all stop watching him agonize over the redhead going out with other people. Eris, for his part, definitely knew Azriel wanted him as more than just an occasional fuck buddy. He'd dressed up as a playboy bunny just to make him happy, for God's sake. The tight black sleeveless crop sat just above his navel which left a whole stretch of skin showing before hitting his low rise booty shorts. He had a white collar and cuffs and black ears on top of his floppy black hair. Only Az could look hot and intimidating as a fucking bunny. Rhys was thankful for his friend who just happened to live beside him though, since he had to borrow a costume from him.
Rhys hadn't been sure he'd be able to make it after being forced to take his sister trick or treating when his great aunt got sick and his mother went out of town to help her. Their father, of course, couldn't be bothered to spend time with his child, too busy screwing his secretary at some hotel tonight most likely. So that left Rhys. Which meant his boyfriend was somewhere around here in a couples costume, or he supposes a throuple costume, with his best friend Lucien and Lucien's girlfriend Elain. Him and Rhys hadn't decided what they were going to be this year before Rhys got asked to take his sister out so Rhys just borrowed the criminal costume from Az and changed into it after taking his sister out. He had the orange jumpsuit on with the top half off and tied around his waist, a black tank underneath. He's also drawn a heart tattoo on his arm, between the other tattoos, with his boyfriend's name written in the middle and he's slicked his hair back in the way the other man likes. It wasn't the best costume, but it will do.
His eyes continue to scan the party, trying to locate the blonde. He sees Elain in the corner, dressed like a football player, shoulder pads and all, talking to her sister Nesta who is dressed like Meg from Hercules, matching Cassian in the titular characters costume. They must be on again. He's never quite sure. He's looking past the refreshment table when his eyes pass someone bent over a keg, the bottom of their ass hanging out of the too short skirt. His eyes shoot back when he recognizes the very real tattoo of the name Rhys under one of those familiar ass cheeks.
No. Fucking. Way.
It's then that his boyfriend straightens up, turning around and Rhys can't breathe.
Tamlin is wearing a fucking hot pink mini skirt with a matching sleeveless crop top that fits tight against his chest, accentuating his pecs perfectly. He has glitter. Everywhere. His hair is half up in two pigtails at the top of his head and he's wearing makeup. Rhys feels himself hardening as he ogles his lover. He can't stay away any longer as he starts marching over to him where he's turned to grab something from the table.
He wraps his hands around the blonde hips, making him jolt before he leans in and whispers in a sultry voice, "If I fuck you real good, will you cheer for me?"
Tamlin whirls around with the biggest smile on his face as he puts his beer down and throws his arms around him. "Rhys! You made it!"
"Of course I did, baby. I said I would try, didn't I?"
"You're right, you did." Tamlin pulls back and looks him up and down. "You look so hot, Rhys. I love when you slick your hair back. Makes you look dangerous."
"You know what would be really dangerous? If I bent you over this table and fucked you in front of everybody." Rhys purred, hand sliding from his waist to cup his ass.
Tamlin laughs and pushes his hand away. "You wish. Here." He turns and grabs his beer before handing it to Rhys. "Have a drink."
Rhys downs the cup in one go before pulling Tamlin closer. “You look so good, Tam. You didn't tell me what you were dressing up as.”
“We let Elain choose and she thought it would be funny for her to be the football star and us to be the cheerleaders. She did our hair and makeup. You like?”
“I love.” Rhys purred, “I kind of want to blow off this party and take you home.”
Tamlin bit his lip and leaned in for a kiss in which Rhys happily obliged. His lips tasted like bubble gum as Rhys traced the seam of them and Tamlin let him in. Their tongues twisted together as they held each other close before pulling back.
“Maybe later.” Tamlin said, slightly out of breath. He grabs Rhys’ hand. “Come on. Eris made these Halloween themed cocktails. I know you prefer your fancy drinks over beer.”
They grab drinks before they walk around so Tamlin can tell everyone that Rhys was here. Cass was already drunk as he lifted Rhys up in a bear hug before he asked if there was any song he wanted played.
Azriel had told him he looked better in the costume than he had though his eyes still tracked Eris and Rhys told him to go ask him to dance. In which he'd given him a noncommittal nod and continued to watch the redhead.
They'd found Lucien and Tamlin made Rhys take a picture of the two of them in their matching costumes, though Lucien's was red and fit looser on him than Tamlin's since they had different body types. Rhys had still teased him by telling him he looked hot which made the younger Vanserra gag and Tamlin frown.
“Not as hot as me though, right?” He'd asked.
“Of course not, babe. No one is as hot as you.” They'd started kissing again and Lucien had walked away with fake barfing sounds as he went to find his girlfriend.
Eris had gotten them new drinks and accepted all the compliments about the party even though Rhys is sure that Lucien had a part in it as well. Rhys had tried to get his attention on Az but Eris had just smirked and made an excuse to walk away but Rhys could see his hips sway as he walked away and when he looked over at Az, he could practically see him drooling.
Nesta had accepted Tamlin's hug as they approached, giving Rhys a cool look and a short nod while Elain fussed over Tamlin and reapplied his lip gloss.
“Stop kissing your prisoner, Tam. You're messing up your gloss.”
“I can't help it, Lainy. He's so hot.”
Elain had rolled her eyes and then shrieked as Lucien came up and picked her up from behind.
“Excuse us, I need to refresh my lip gloss too and the color on my lady's lips look good to me.” They all laughed as he carried a giggling Elain away. Nesta had shook her head before patting Tamlin's arm and heading to the DJ booth.
Tamlin turned to Rhys and took his cup, dropping them both on the chair beside them. “Dance with me?”
“Lead the way, babe. I'd love to watch that ass as you walk away.” Rhys said, a heated look on his face.
Tamlin just laughed and pulled him into the crowd.
An hour and a few drinks later, Nesta and Cassian were arguing because he played Mor’s requested song before Nesta's even though she asked first. Cass was trying to explain the flow and why it worked better before Nesta threw up her hands and stomped away. Meanwhile Mor was looking smug on the dance floor and Rhys knows he's going to have to talk to his cousin about using Cassian's obvious affection for her to stir up trouble between him and Nesta.
Rhys is grinding against his boyfriend's ass, hands sliding on his slick glitter covered abdomen as he pulls him in closer. Leaning in to leave sucking kisses on his neck, Rhys whispers in his ear, "You're so sexy, baby. I'm so hard for you right now."
Tamlin turns his head to look back at him with a heated look before leaning in for a kiss. They make out sloppily as Rhys continues to grind his hard cock against Tamlin's ass.
"Get a room, you two." Elain laughs as she walks by.
They pull apart and Tamlin sticks his tongue out at her, making her laugh as she continues walking towards the patio.
"That's a good idea, actually." Rhys says, nosing at Tamlin's neck, making the blonde giggle.
"Too bad the house is off limits tonight. The only way they were allowed to throw this party was if it stayed outside and ended at 11 pm."
Rhys hums as he goes back to kissing his neck, hands sliding up his body to graze across his nipples in the crop top, already hard from the cold.
Tamlin sighs, before turning around in Rhys' arms, throwing his arms around his shoulders. "There's the shed."
“Yeah?” Rhys asks, as he looks towards the little building in the back of the yard. He's pretty sure that's where Beron, Eris and Lucien's father, likes to tinker around but if Tamlin didn't mind then neither did he. “Let's go then. I'm desperate for you baby.”
Tamlin pulls him across the space, still dancing along to the music as they make their way to the shed. They look around to see if anyone is watching before walking around and going inside. There's a work bench on one side, the walls filled with shelves and tools. It's cramped but good enough for what they plan on doing.
There's a sliding lock on the inside and they both grin as they lock it and fall into another kiss. Hands roam over skin as Tamlin rucks Rhys’ shirt up over his head and throws it on the work bench, lips barely separating. His fingers trail up Rhys’ toned arms and down his back.
Rhys hand slid up from Tamlin's hips to slide up to palm his pec, thumb rubbing his nipple through his shirt and…Rhys pulled back, surprised.
“Are you wearing a bra?”
Tamlin's cheeks are flushed from arousal and the question. “Yeah, is it too much?”
“Not at all.” Rhys purrs as he pulls up the shirt, revealing a dark violet lace bra that barely covered his boyfriend's chest. “Fuck, babe. You're keeping this on as I fuck you.”
“Whatever you want, Rhys.” Tamlin says, letting him remove the shirt before leaning in for a kiss. His arms wrap around Rhys’ neck and he moans into his mouth as his hand goes back to rub his nipple while the other one slides down to cup his ass beneath his skirt. Fingers slide up until they can trace the line of the thong he's wearing.
Rhys pulls back from the kiss with a growl, his violet eyes alight with heat and before Tamlin knows it he's bent over the work bench as Rhys flips his skirt up and gets a good look at Tamlin's ass in nothing but the matching violet panties.
“Fuck, you’re killing me, babe.” His hands cup both of Tamlin's cheeks as he pulls them apart and lets his thumbs run up the line of it. “Goddamn, you're such a bad boy running around all these people wearing practically nothing underneath your tiny fucking skirt.”
Tamlin moans as Rhys’ hands grip his ass harder. He knows Rhys isn't actually jealous, he's secure in knowing Tamlin is only his, but god it's hot when he acts like he is. A hand slaps down on his ass and he cries out in surprise. “Rhys! Fuck.”
“You like that baby?” Another slap. “This is what you get for showing off what's mine.”
A few more slaps leave Tamlin moaning before he feels Rhys fall to his knees behind him and then fingers are holding him open, a thumb pulling the thong aside to reveal his hole. He shivers in anticipation before he feels Rhys’ hot breath against his hole.
Rhys licks up from the space between his balls right up to his hole before leaving a sucking kiss. He revels in Tamlin's moans above him as he sucks and licks around his tight hole. Hands squeeze Tamlin's cheeks as he works his tongue inside, making the blonde cry out.
“Fuck Rhys…” Tamlin moans. “That feels so good.”
Fucking his tongue inside of him, Rhys hums against his rim. One of his hands slid down to rub at the sensitive skin inside of Tamlin's thigh and he feels his boyfriend quiver at the feeling. He goes between sucking and kissing around the rim to tonguing into it as he brings Tamlin closer to release. He moves his hand between Tamlin's legs to start rubbing his cock beneath the fabric of his thong.
“Mmm…Rhys. Enough, I want to come on your cock.” Tamlin whines. With one last sucking kiss, he feels Rhys pull away and a thumb smooths over the spot under his ass cheek where he had Rhys’ name tattooed two years ago, the same time Rhys had Tamlin's name tattooed above his pubic bone. Lips press against the tattoo and he shivers. He loves when Rhys does that.
Rhys kisses up Tamlin's ass before leaving a sucking kiss at the bottom of his spine. Standing up, he turns Tamlin around and pulls him into a kiss. Their tongues swirl together as Rhys feels the other man's hand slide down his body and he groans as it lands on the bulge in his pants.
Tamlin pulls back from the kiss, a smirk forming on his wet plush mouth before he goes to kneel down.
“Wait..” Rhys says before Tamlin can get on his knees. He grabs his tank off the bench and lays it down on the ground in front of him. “Don't want you to dirty up those pretty knees of yours.”
“My knees aren't pretty” Tamlin says rolling his eyes before leaning in to kiss Rhys. “What a gentleman.”
He drops to his knees and unties the arms of Rhys’ jumpsuit before hooking his fingers underneath and pulling it down past his ass along with his boxers, releasing his cock. Licking his lips, he lays his hand on Rhys’ thigh before he grasps his cock with the other. Using his thumb to rub the precum around the head, he looks up into the heated violet gaze of his boyfriend before leaning forward and licking a stripe up the vein on the underside of his cock. He swirls his tongue around the tip before taking him into his mouth, sinking down halfway before coming back up.
“Fuck, baby.” Rhys groans, reaching his hand forward and cupped the back of Tamlin's head, careful not to mess up his ponytails. “Will you wear these in bed sometime? I'd like having something to hold onto while I fuck you.”
Tamlin moans around Rhys’ cock, eyes fluttering shut as he bobs up and down. His tongue pressing on the underside of the head on his way up before lightly grazing his teeth on the way down, making Rhys’ hips stutter as he curses.
“Goddamn, your mouth.” Rhys mutters as Tamlin swallows his cock like a fucking pro. When he sinks down all the way, Rhys can't hold back anymore. “Fuck, stop baby. I need to be inside you.”
Pulling off, Tamlin licks his lips before leaning in and kissing the tattoo of his name. He lets Rhys help him stand and pull him into a kiss. Rhys’ hands squeeze his ass as he backs him up to the wall and turns him around.
“You're so fucking gorgeous, Tam.” Rhys says, running his hands up his thighs and ass, hooking his thumbs in the thong and pulling it down to his ankles. He helps him step out of them before throwing them to the bench. “Put your hands against the wall, love.”
Putting his hands on the wall, he sticks his ass out, wiggling it to tease his boyfriend. When he hears Rhys groan, he knows it worked. Hands grip his ass as he feels the other man get close before the hard tip of his member pushes at his hole.
“Ready, babe?” Rhys asks, hands moving to rest on the blonde's hips.
Tamlin nods before crying out as Rhys pushes in on one big thrust, sliding in halfway. “Oh shit, Rhys!”
“Fuck, you feel good.” Rhys moans as he starts thrusting in, slowly building up a rhythm.
Arching his back, Tamlin moves back on his cock as he thrusts in, nails scraping on the wood.
Moans fill the space as they move together, drowned out by the sound of the music outside.
Rhys thrusts harder as his hips meet Tamlin's ass, making it jiggle as he hits it.
Tamlin lifts his leg to put his foot on a shelf as he pushes back. Rhys was so deep inside him and as he changed his angle he hit something in Tamlin that had him crying out, fist hitting the wall.
“Oh fuck, Rhys. Right there.” He moans, body shaking with need. “God, you feel so good.”
The sound of Rhys’ hips slapping against Tamlin's ass fills the room as his thrusts get harder and faster till it seems like the shed is shaking with the impact.
Tamlin throws his head back as he comes untouched against his stomach, crying out Rhys’ name. Hole tightening around the cock still working in and out of him.
Rhys rests his forehead against Tamlin's shoulders as he pounds into him, groaning as his hole tightens around his cock. He squeezes his hips as he slams against him once, twice, before releasing deep inside his lover.
He stays there, cock softening inside the other man as they come down from their high. His hands rub against Tamlin's sides in comfort.
Tamlin squirms and with one last kiss to his shoulder, Rhys pulls out and lets him turn around. He trails a finger up his abdomen and collects the spend dripping on his skin before licking it into his mouth.
Tamlin watches him, eyes half lidded before he pulls him into a messy kiss, hands tangled in Rhys’ hair.
They make out against the wall, Rhys’ hand beside his head as the other one curled around his waist and his own hands moved to wrap around Rhys’ waist. Rhys pulls away to leave kisses down his neck before pressing their foreheads together.
“I love you, Tamlin.”
Tamlin smiles and kisses Rhys again before pulling back. “I love you too, Rhys. I'm glad you could come tonight. I missed you.”
“I know, babe. So did I.” He kissed his forehead before stepping back. “Shall we head back out? They might have noticed our absence by now.”
“I think everyone is too drunk.” Tamlin laughed, walking over to grab his shirt and put it on before grabbing the thong.
Rhys comes up and grabs it out of his hand before he can put it on and slides it in the pocket of his jumpsuit with a smirk. His boxers and jumpsuit are pulled up already.
“Rhys! Give that back. I can't go out there with nothing underneath, my dick will hang out.”
“I wouldn't mind.” Rhys says, eyes darkening at the thought.
Tamlin tilted his head, arms crossed. “You wouldn't mind everyone else staring at my cock?”
That made Rhys think before he sighed and handed them back. “Fine. But only because I'm the only one who gets to look at your parts.
Sliding on the thong, making sure his dick isn't hanging out, he walks over to Rhys and wraps his arms around him. “I'm only yours, Rhys. I have the tattoo to prove it.”
Rhys slaps his ass, “That's right you do.” He picks up his shirt from the ground and shakes off the dust before putting it on and tying the arms of the jumpsuit. “Let's go, babe.”
Tamlin grabs his hand as they head over to the door. “Do you think we could leave now? My parents won't mind if you want to stay over. Mom's making waffles tomorrow before I have to go back to the dorms.”
“Of course, Tam. I'll just have to tell my father so he doesn't leave Celi home alone tomorrow morning.”
“When do you go back to campus?” Tamlin asks, as they unlock the door and peer out. The crowd seems to have lessened and checking the time they see its 10:30 and everyone will be headed home soon.
“Monday after my mom gets back. I'm doing classes online that day.” They walk back hand in hand, looking for a Vanserra to say goodbye.
“Are we still meeting up on Wednesday?” Tamlin asks, nodding towards where their friends are sitting on the patio. They went to different colleges but the campuses were only 25 minutes away from the others so they still see each other all the time.
“Of course, I'll pick you up at 4 pm.”
“And just where were you two?” Eris asked, teasingly from where he sat in Azriel's lap on one of the chairs.
“Don't act like we didn't just see them come out of the shed.” Lucien says, though he has a smirk on his face. “I hope you guys didn't get any liquids on Beron's things. He'll be pissed. What a shame.”
“Easy for you to say, little brother.” Eris says “You can escape his wrath when you go back to school, I'm still here for the week while they are away.”
“What if they were just talking?” Elain asked. She was sitting on the porch swing with Lucien's head in her lap, his legs hanging out of the side.
“Nobody missed the shaking of the shed.” Cassian said as he walked up, beer in hand and Nesta snorted from where she was scrolling on her phone in the seat next to the porch swing.
They all laughed and Tamlin hid his head in Rhys neck, groaning in embarrassment. Rhys looked pretty smug about it though.
“I mean, if your boyfriend looked like a fucking wet dream, you'd do the same thing.” He smiled at Tamlin huffing a laugh, face still hidden. Rhys smoothed his hand down his side in comfort.
“Too true. I almost broke my fathers rule and dragged this one inside multiple times.” Eris said, gesturing towards Azriel who's skin darkened in a flush but muttered "There's still time” making Eris smirk.
“Right! Well now that you have all had your fun, we are going to go.” Tamlin says, moving forward to kiss Elain and Nesta's heads. “I'll pick you up at 5 pm tomorrow, Luc.”
The copper haired man nodded and held his fist out for a bump which Tamlin obliged before walking back to Rhys who had just escaped from one of Cassian's bear hugs. Cass goes to give Tamlin a hug but Rhys pulls him in with an arm around his waist before saying “Mine.” and Cass backs away with his hands up.
Tamlin laughs and fist bumps Cassian instead and they wave to Azris before walking out hand in hand.
Later, after Rhys takes out Tamlin’s ponytails and they shower off all the makeup and fake tattoos, they lay in Tamlin's bed talking.
“We've only got one year left.” Rhys says, hand sliding down Tamlin’s back as the other laid on top of Tamlin’s on Rhys’ chest.
“Yeah, I can't believe it's almost over.” Tamlin says, yawning as he nuzzles his nose in Rhys neck.
“Do you think you'd like to move in together next summer? Instead of doing the dorm thing?”
Tamlin sits up on his elbow looking down at Rhys. “Really?”
“Yes. I want to be with you always, not just when we can find time. I'm okay with driving farther to school if you want to find somewhere closer to yours.”
Tamlin smiled and nodded. “Yes. I want that too. Maybe we can find somewhere in between?”
“That works too. So are we doing this?”
“Absolutely.” Tamlin said before he straddles Rhys’ hips and leans down for a kiss, intending to show him exactly what he'll get all the time once they live together.
Tamlin is stressed and needs Rhys' help to relax.
Set when they were friends and after the events of ACOSF.
Posting for Day 25 of Kinktober: Impact play
Note: Impact play can be sexual but it doesn't have to be, in this case it starts as stress relief for Tamlin.
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“Please," Tamlin begged. "Please Rhys..."
They were in Tamlin's room at the Spring court manor, Rhys having snuck in after the ball. He's only ever been in Tamlin's rooms once before, during a High Lord meeting at Spring his father made him join. It's the only time Rhys can be here without Tamlin's father noticing a breach in the wards. It's easier to leave once he's inside.
Tamlin had looked stressed at the ball. He'd spent the majority of it going between standing there back stiff as a board or fidgeting. More than a few times, Rhys had caught him yanking at his hair or digging his nails into his closed fist hard enough that blood dripped from his hands. Finally, Rhys had to drag him to his room to ask him what his issue was. He hadn't wanted to say but Rhys managed to get it out of him.
He was stressed. Between whispers of battle at the war camp, his fathers demands, his brother's cruelty and talks of arranged marriages, he was in over his head. He needed something to take the edge off. Something measured that he could control and knew was coming. Something to take his mind off of everything.
That's when he asked if Rhys would help him. And when Rhys said of course, he told him he needed him to spank him. Which Rhys then vehemently refused until he begged and pleaded and wore him down. Insisting it would help.
Rhys sighed, knowing he could never resist the blonde. "Fine. If this is what you need." He sat back down on the chair. "But you will tell me if it's too much and you need me to stop."
Tamlin nodded, "I will."
"Promise?"
"Yes I promise."
Rhys nodded, "Okay. Do you have something or do you just want my hand?"
"Your hand is good if-if that's okay with you."
"It's fine with me. Come here."
Tamlin walked over to Rhys quickly, "Can you- Can I remove these?" He gestured to his pants.
Rhys swallowed and nodded. This was not going to help Rhys with the small crush he had on his friend that he was trying to ignore. "Whatever you need Tam."
Tamlin smiled and then undid his pants and slid them down his legs, along with his small clothes. He stood in just his shirt, waiting for Rhys’ instruction.
"I want you to count. If you miss, we start again. Understand?"
"Yes, Rhys."
“Good. Now come here, lay over my lap.”
Tamlin does as he's told and lays over Rhys legs, shivering in anticipation.
Rhys smooths a hand over his toned ass before raising it and slapping it down against Tamlin's cheek.
Crying out, Tamlin says “One.”
Another smack to the same cheek.
“Two.”
He lands another smack and Tamlin cries out three. He's glad Tamlin threw up a silencing shield before they started or the whole manor would hear what was going on.
Giving him another, harder slap he hears Tamlin grunt before counting four.
He delivers a series of slaps over his ass and thighs, making Tamlin let out a bunch of moans and grunts, tears coming to his eyes as he counts.
They continue like this, Rhys slapping Tamlin all over his ass and thighs with increasing pressure and Tamlin crying out as he counts, tears falling from his green eyes.
His hand comes down for the thirtieth time when he feels Tamlin relax against his legs as he whimpers “Thirty.”
“I think that's enough today.” Rhys says, and the blonde nods in agreement, body trembling from the assault.
“You did good, Tam. I'm going to heal you now.” Rhys cooed as he ran his hand down Tamlin's red bottom.
“No, wait.” Tamlin said, voice raw from crying out, before Rhys could send healing power into the other male. “Don't heal it. I- I need to feel the pain.”
“Are you sure? You're very red, Tam.”
“Yes, can you just rub some of the lotion I have on it? I can do it if you aren't comfortable though.”
“Of course, where is it?”
Rhys helps Tamlin stand and then follows him to the bathing room where he grabs a green bottle and hands it to Rhys before heading back into the bedroom and laying down on the bed.
Tamlin had visibly relaxed after Rhys had hit him and Rhys felt relieved and also turned on, though he was trying to ignore that for the sake of his friendship. Pouring the oil onto his hands, he kneels behind Tamlin and starts rubbing it in. His cock twitched as the younger male moaned in relief as he worked it into his cherry red ass and thighs.
“You do actually have a nice ass, Tam.” Rhys says as he rubs the oil in.
Tamlin snorts. “You can kiss it if you want to.”
Rhys knows he's joking but he does think Tamlin is cute so he gives it a thought before shrugging and leaning down.
“Rhys! What are you doing?” Tamlin gasps, sitting up on his elbows and looking back at Rhys.
“You said I could kiss it so I'm kissing it better. That alright?”
Tamlin's cheeks flushed but he nodded, laying back on his arms. He tried not to squirm as Rhys continued to pepper kisses on his backside.
Rhys trailed kisses all over before he had an idea. A way for his friend to relax and maybe scout if his feelings were the same as Rhys’. He ran his hands over Tamlin's ass before pulling his cheeks apart. He felt Tamlin jolt but he leaned forward and placed a kiss directly on his hole.
“Rhys! What in cauldrons name are you doing?”
“Helping you relax. Do you trust me?”
“Yes but…That feels sexual. I've never…”
“We don't have to do anything. I just wanted to make you feel good after hurting you.”
“I-Okay. I guess you can.”
He starts with kisses before he starts licking at Tamlin's hole, making the blonde jump and breathe out an “Oh”.
His tongue continues to lick and swirl around the rim before he wiggles the tip in. The other male's breath hitches as he works his tongue in deeper.
Tamlin was squirming, moans falling from his lips as Rhys licked and sucked around his hole before fucking inside. His hands continued to rub his cheeks as he did this, making the blonde groan.
He could smell Tamlin's arousal and he slipped one of his hands between his legs to stroke his cock.
“Rhys! Oh cauldron…” Tamlin moaned as his cock caught up to this being pleasurable and he thrust into Rhys’ hand as he moved back on his tongue. A few more sucks and strokes had him crying out for Rhys as he came on the covers underneath him.
With one last sucking kiss to his fluttering hole, Rhys sat up and let Tamlin turn around to face him. He was panting as he looked up at his friend.
“Rhys..That was…”
“Good right? You feel relaxed?”
Tamlin nodded, eyes flicking down to the bulge in Rhys’ pants. “Yes but…”
“Then I should probably get going. Let me know the next time you're feeling overwhelmed and I'll help you out. Okay?”
“Okay.”
“I'll see you later then Tam” He goes to winnow. He needs to go fix his own problem before he messes up his pants.
“Wait!” Tamlin calls out, sitting up and he pauses.
“Yes?”
Tamlin gulps “Thank you, Rhys.”
“You're welcome, Tam.” and with that he was gone.
Future
Lucien sighed, crossing his arms. "He isn't doing anything. He won't speak to anyone, he won't eat. He just goes between his bedroom and his study, pacing and muttering to himself. No one knows what he's saying usually but today one of the maids heard him say ‘Need Rhys’, so here you are. Do you know what he needs?”
Rhys thought about it. Tamlin was probably stressed to the point of breakdown like he used to get when they were younger. It's been hundreds of years since Tamlin had needed him and it's no surprise after everything that's happened since then with their families, Amarantha, Feyre and Hybern that it's all built up to this. And Rhys does know how to help him, but the question is does he want to? Could he do it without crossing a line the way it had back then. When they went from spanking to a physical relationship. And will Tamlin even let him? He could be walking into a fight.
“You can help him, can't you?” Lucien says. “I can see it in your face. Please, I'm desperate here. It's been almost a month and our people are afraid.”
Sighing, Rhys runs his fingers through his perfectly kempt hair. “I can. I just don't know if he's worth it.”
“He is. And if he's not then our people are. If he continues like this, they will have to go back to the other courts and they can't afford that.”
Rhys thinks about it. “Fine. Where is he?”
“In his bedroom. I don't think he's got out of bed yet.”
Nodding, Rhys winnowed directly to the High lords chambers. He took a deep breath before he opened the door.
The curtains were closed though there was a light breeze making them sway so he knew the windows were open. He glanced around the room but he didn't see the High lord of this court. Turning to go look for him in his study, he pauses when he hears a whimper. He walks further into the room, around the bed and that's where he finds him. Sitting on the side of the bed, knees to his chest. He looked…Small. Which was ridiculous because he was a giant of a male.
He didn't speak or look up at Rhys, just kept rocking back and forth. Rhys had his work cut out for him. He cleared his throat, trying to decide how to handle this. “Tamlin.”
Nothing. More rocking.
“Tamlin. Get up.”
Still nothing.
He sighs before straightening his shoulders and yelling. “Tamlin, get up now!”
Tamlin jumps and finally looks up at him before scrambling up. “Rhys…”
He looks terrible. Thinner than usual, hair a mess though it does seem to be clean. His green eyes looked sunken and empty. Rhys swallows hard before sitting on the edge of the bed. “Take your pants off.”
Green eyes widen as Tamlin looks at him and then down at his lap and back again. His throat bobs as he swallows before his shaky hands lifted and undid the ties on his pants. He hooks his thumbs in them before pulling them down along with his underclothes. Stepping out of them, he put his hands over his cock as he waited for instruction.
Rhys gestures to his lap and Tamlin immediately moves to lie across it. He was trembling and Rhys smoothed a hand down his back. “How many do you deserve?”
Tamlin didn't answer, just laid there shaking so Rhys sighed.
“I'm going to give you fifty hits and then I will see if you need more after that. Understand?”
Tamlins nods and Rhys smooths his hand down his ass cheek before raising it and slamming it down. Tamlin cried out but didn't complain.
“Count. If you miss one I'll start again” Rhys demands.
Drawing in a shaky breath, Tamlin says “One.”
Smack
“Two”
Smack
“Three”
Smack
It continued like this, Rhys smacking him and Tamlin counting. Sometimes Rhys would smack him multiple times at once, or slap his thighs, each spank getting harder as they went along. He spanked him so hard his body was rocking back and forth on his lap.
Smack
“F-forty nine” Tamlin was crying now, Rhys could hear it in his voice and smell the salt of his tears. But he also sounded relieved. So Rhys continued.
Smack
“Fifty”
Smoothing a hand down Tamlin's ass, Rhys looked him over. His ass was a deep red, and he could see raised finger prints on his thighs. He was a mess and Rhys hoped this was enough because he didn't think the other male could handle anymore. Not without drawing blood.
“Tamlin.”
The other male sighed, his body relaxing on his lap before he slowly lifted off of him. He stumbled and Rhys caught his arm before he stood and maneuvered him onto the bed, laying on his stomach. “Stay here.”
Rhys thought about using his magic to sooth the pain but remembered how Tamlin liked to feel it after. Instead, he left Tamlin on the bed and walked into his bathroom. He searched around until he found the familiar green bottle and then walked back to the bedroom. He sits beside him on the bed, opening the bottle. “I should make you do this on your own.”
He dribbles the oil on both of Tamlin's reddened cheeks before he starts rubbing it in. The smell of peppermint, cloves, and sweet birch fill the air among other herbs. Tamlin releases a whimper before sighing and Rhys pauses for a moment. When he's sure the other male is fine, he continues to rub it in until it sinks into the skin.
The skin is still red and Rhys hesitates before leaning down and starts leaving kisses on Tamlin's ass cheek. The other male jumps in shock but then relaxes, letting out a small sigh.
He continued to kiss both his cheeks and his upper thighs before leaning back up. His hands slid up and cupped one of his ass cheeks, pulling so he could see the hole between. Thinking about the old days when he used to soothe Tamlin by bringing him to release after the pain before sighing and letting go.
It couldn't be like that anymore. He had a mate and a son and there's too much pain between them. Too much space. The line would have to be drawn here.
Standing, he brings the bottle back to the bathing room, putting it back where it came from and washing the oil off his hands before walking back to the bed. He stood beside Tamlin and waited til the blonde opened his red rimmed eyes and looked at him. "I need you to send for me the next time you feel this way. You can't shut down, Tamlin. You have a court to run and people who depend on you. Do you understand?”
Tamlin's eyes closed and Rhys thought he was going to have to repeat himself but then a small voice came out. “Yes.”
“Good.” Rhys picked a piece of invisible lint off his shirt before stepping back to winnow.
He pauses, halfway through the shadows when Tamlin speaks. “Rhys?”
Click below for some Tamlin Kinktober Day 24 prompt - gags
My intention was for this to be Rhystamcien. Tamlin is just too pretty the boys will have to learn to share. @acotar-kinktober
My third kinktober drawing and actually on time? Who am I? But since I draw at the speed of a sloth I combined Day 24 - Gags with Day 27 - Hair Pulling just in case I don't finish more before the end.
Tamsand | Explicit | Smut | 2 Chapters | 6,870 Total words
Tw: Anal sex, Dubcon, Asshole Rhys (Don't say I didn't warn you), Technically cheating cause Tamlin is still with Feyre.
Summary for Chapter one:
Set the second time Rhys came to collect Feyre in acomaf. Tamlin offers Rhys anything in exchange for leaving Feyre alone. Rhys takes him up on that offer.
Posting for Kinktober Day 24: Anal sex
@acotar-kinktober
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Rhys reached out for Feyre when Tamlin appeared in front of him "I'll give you anything. Name your price"
"Are you crazy?" Feyre exclaimed.
Rhys smirked and thought about grabbing Feyre and saying he has everything he needed but then he took a closer look at the male in front of him. His hair was slightly disheveled, he could see a mark on his neck and as he thought about how Feyre had opened the door, he was filled with jealousy. Towards the bastard for sleeping with his mate or towards Feyre for having what he had once unrequitedly wanted with Tamlin, he wasn't sure. But he did think of a way to mess with both of them. Get what he's always wanted from Tamlin while turning Feyre away from him.
"I suppose I could make a deal with you"
"Don't Tamlin! Stop this" Feyre begged, taking a step towards them.
Tamlin ignored her. "What do you want?"
Looking Tamlin up and down, slowly, Rhys licked his lips and said "You"
"What?" Feyre said at the same time Tamlin blinked and said "Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I'll make a deal with you to leave her alone, for one night with you."
"A night? To do what? Talk?" Feyre asks.
Tamlin looks confused "We can talk now. You don't need an entire night with me to do that."
Rhys steps closer to Tamlin and reaches out to run a finger down his muscled arm. "What I plan on us doing will take all night and won't require much talking."
It finally clicked in Tamlin's head what Rhys was asking for. He shook his head and stepped back "Absolutely not."
Rhys clicked his tongue, inspecting his nails "You did say anything I want. But I guess if you don't want to protect your darling Feyre, after all, we will be taking our leave. Feyre, let's go"
Feyre was looking between them confused, her brain still not cluing in to what Rhys was asking for. She stepped towards Rhysand but was stopped by Tamlin stepping closer to Rhys, chin up defiantly.
"Fine. One night."
"Tamlin!" Feyre admonished "It's not worth it. Just let me go"
Both males ignore her.
Rhys reached his hand out for Tamlin, who just stared at it "I can't have a tattoo on my arm as high lord."
Opening his mouth to argue, Rhys closed it as he thought of something more wicked and intimate. "Fine. But we will have to seal this deal before our night, as per the laws of my court."
Tamlin pursed his lips but nodded "And when will this night be?"
"Tonight." Rhys couldn't wait to take Tamlin, and his relationship with Feyre, apart.
"Fine. Where?" Tamlin gritted out. He didn't want to do this but for Feyre, he'd do anything. He glanced at her to see her glaring at Rhys, mirroring his own feelings.
"Why not here?" He gestures to Feyre's room "I mean, it is already used to such activities"
"No. These are Feyre's rooms, I'll not have you disgrace them with your presence"
Rhys rolled his eyes but thought about it "Fine. Then how about I meet you in your room? I assume you've moved into the high lord quarters. I haven't been there in a long time. Not since the night you ki-"
"Fine!" Tamlin cut him off before he could remind him, and inform Feyre, of what he did to Rhysand’s father. "Tonight. I'll be there. Leave now."
Rhys sighed "Very well." He turned towards Feyre "I suppose you should thank your fiance - is it still fiance? - for buying you more time." He turned to leave before looking back at Tamlin "and Tamlin?"
"What?" Tamlin growled, stepping closer to Feyre and wrapping his arm around her.
"Make sure you bathe before I come. Thoroughly. I don't want you smelling like someone else." With a laugh at the pure rage on Tamlin's face, he winnowed away.
Evening came and after an argument with Feyre on whether she should leave the manor with Lucien, it was ultimately decided (giving in) that she wouldn't leave but would not come near his rooms while Rhysand was there.
Tamlin was lucky that she hadn't clued into Rhysands sick games and still thought he wanted to talk to Tamlin alone. He'd much prefer that to having to fuck his enemy but if that's what Rhysand wants and it will keep Feyre safe, he supposes he can close his eyes and pretend it's someone else.
He's already bathed, thoroughly as Rhysand requested and is just staring at himself in the mirror of his bathing chamber, trying to psych himself up. He's fucked strangers on Calanmai many times, he can do this. He hadn't known this was something the other male was into but Tamlin wouldn't judge.
Finally, he tightens the tie of his shorter green robe, deciding against the matching sleep pants since he'll just be taking them off, and sighs, walking out into his room. His heart almost stops when he finds Rhysand laying on his bed.
"Hello Tamlin, Darling. I hope you don't mind me making myself at home but I grew weary from waiting for you to come out.”
Tamlin doesn't say anything, just walks towards the end of the bed and crosses his arms. “Let's just get this over with.”
“You sure know how to make a male feel special, Tamlin.” Rhys teased as he got out of the bed and walked to him. His eyes rake over Tamlin's figure with a hungry look. “You look delicious.”
The blank stare Tamlin sent his way just made him smirk as he stepped forward and grabbed the blonde's hips, pulling him closer so he could connect their lips.
Tamlin pushes him back and steps away, fury blazing in his eyes. “No, I'm not going to kiss you, Rhysand.”
Rhys hand shoots out and grips Tamlins face "You want to make a bargain with me, high lord? Then we do things my way. And that means, you will participate in our fucking. So stop fighting and kiss me"
Tamlin tries to rip his face out of Rhys hands but fails. "Fine" He spits out as much as he can with Rhys squeezing his face. He rubs his jaw when he's finally released. "Fine. Let's get this over with"
Rhys steps closer to Tamlin, wrapping an arm around his waist and pulling him flush against his body. His other hand slides up Tamlin's arm at a leisurely pace before tracing the vee of his robe, making the younger male shiver. “This doesn't have to be unpleasant Tamlin, just let yourself give in.”
His fingers slid up to tangle in the hair at the back of Tamlin's neck as he pulled him into another kiss, the time feeling a light press of the other male's lips. Their lips move together in a gentle caress as Rhys runs the hand on his back down to cup his firm backside, making Tamlin gasp. Rhys took that moment to slip his tongue in and they both let out a small noise as their tongues entwined.
Tamlins hands hesitantly come up to land on Rhys shoulders as they massage their tongues together. Hands squeeze Tamlin's ass as Rhys deepens the kiss, sucking on his tongue before twisting them together. He feels the fingers on his shoulders tremble as the kiss gets more intense.
Rhys slides his hand down to slide under Tamlin's robe and grip his bare ass before moving his finger to rub at his hole. The blonde jumps and pushes him back, breath coming out heavily.
"Wait! I thought you wanted me to fuck you?" Tamlin asked, confusion and a little fear showing through those eyes.
Rhys tilted his head "I never said that. What kind of bargain would it be if you didn't sacrifice something."
"I'm sacrificing my dignity by lying with you at all." Tamlin spit out. He looked nervous and uncomfortable. "I've never..."
"Never?" Rhys suddenly looked delighted. "Never had a cock up your ass, Tamlin? And here I thought you kept the fox around for a reason. Nevertheless, you agreed to this and it's what I want. Honestly, I should have broken you in back then so this is really just making up for lost time.”
Tamlin's hands clenched at his side and he opened his mouth to argue before closing it and nodding. He stayed still as Rhys pulled the strings on his robe and pushed it off of him to fall to the floor.
Rhys eyes his naked body hungrily before he pulls him back into a bruising kiss, walking him backwards until Tamlin's knees hit the bed and he falls onto it. Pulling away from the kiss, Rhys stares down at the blonde where he sits on the end of the bed and licks his lips. He waves a hand. “I've set up a silencing shield just in case. Now, get on your hands and knees.”
Gulping, Tamlin does as he says and crawls onto the bed. Ass swaying as he crawls up to the headboard. He hears the sound of clothes coming off before the bed dips behind him and Rhys runs his hand over his ass.
“Did I ever tell you what a nice ass you have?”
“If you had, I would have kicked yours.” Tamlin grumbled.
Rhys smirked before a bottle of oil landed on the bed with a snap of his fingers. Uncorking the bottle, he pours it down the cleft of the other male's ass making him jump at the feeling. He slicks up his fingers before moving them to circle his hole.
Feeling the other male shudder, he moves his other hand to grab onto his ass and hold it open before he pushes a finger in. Tamlin tries to move away from him but he just smacks his ass and demands he stay still.
Tamlin grits his teeth as Rhys moves his finger in and out of him, occasionally stopping to rub around the rim. He was getting used to this when Rhys added a second finger, pushing it in quicker than before making Tamlin bite back a moan.
Rhys continues to work his fingers into the blonde, smirking whenever he hears him let out sounds he's trying desperately to hold back. He decides to help him get where he wants him faster by moving his hand between his legs and starts stroking. Tamlin finally lets a small moan pass his lips as his hips stutter into the hold.
“You need to agree to the bargain, High lord.” Rhys says, as he stretches his fingers making the blonde groan.
“Cauldron…fine. How do I-” He cut himself off with a strangled noise as Rhys takes that moment to shove in a third finger. “Fuck, Rhys…”
“You're going to let me fuck you all night and then I'll leave your precious Feyre alone. You just need to agree to the terms.”
Rhys continues to move his hand up and down Tamlin's cock, feeling it get harder with every stroke. He crooked his fingers inside of him, making the blonde thrust back.
"Yes! Fuck, I agree." Tamlin cries out.
"Perfect" Rhys said as he tightened his grip on Tamlin's cock while adding another finger into him, making the other male groan and fist the sheets "It's a bargain.” and he watched with glee as a new tattoo appeared around Tamlin's cock and balls. He removes his fingers and oils up his cock. "Ready, high lord?" he asks, lining up with his hole. “Take a deep breath.”
Tamlin grits his teeth as he feels Rhys push in until the head pops inside. "Fuck"
"God you're tight. Relax, Tamlin. It will be so much better for both of us if you do" Rhys advises, hands moving to grip Tamlin's hips. He waits for the blonde to breathe, feeling him relax before he starts slowly sliding into the tight hole. Still gripping his hips, he massaged his lower back with his thumbs while he worked himself deeper.
Tamlin's fingers are fisted in the sheets as he tries to get used to the feeling. He lets out a strangled sound when Rhys finally bottoms out, his hips meeting Tamlin's ass. “Cauldron…”
Rhys starts rocking their hips together, not pulling out just getting Tamlin ready to the movement before he pulls out so only the tip is inside and sinking back in one smooth thrust.
“Fuck!” Tamlin cries out, one hand reaching up to grab the headboard. Hands grip his hips as they pull him back into Rhys’ thrusts, making him pant as pleasure starts building in his gut.
“By the mother, you feel good.” Rhys groans as he builds up a quick rhythm, hips smacking against the other male's ass. He watches as the toned curve of it jiggles at the impact. “You could bring male's down to their knees with this ass.”
“Shut the fuck up, Rhys.” Tamlin growled, though he didn't sound as angry as he did before. He had started to push back against Rhys thrusts on his own, toes curling as he's fucked at a bruising pace.
Slowing down his thrusts, Rhys huffs out a laugh at Tamlin's quiet whine. His hand slides up his back while the other squeezes his ass. He finds himself wanting Tamlin to enjoy this as much as he is.
"Turn around" He demands, slowing to a stop still inside Tamlin.
Tamlin shook his head "No. We aren't making love Rhysand, this is just fucking. "
Rhys leaned down and whispered in his ear "I can only hit that spot if you turn around. Don't you want to feel good too?"
Tamlin glared at the pillow "Fine."
Smirking, Rhys smacked Tamlin on the ass, making him bite his lip to stop a moan from slipping out. Rhys saved that tidbit for later.
Sliding out until only the tip was still in Tamlin, Rhys gripped Tamlin's waist and flipped onto his back.
Tamlin gasped and moaned,back arching at the feeling. "Cauldron...That was..."
"You like that?"Rhys purred as he started moving inside again.
"Well?" Tamlin panted, ignoring his question "I was promised pleasure if I turned around."
Rhys smirked, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under Tamlin's hips, before starting to thrust in harder, trying to find the perfect angle. “Maybe I lied just to see your face."
Tamlin glowered up at him "You-OH!" He threw his head back as he felt Rhys hit something inside of him that made stars explode.
"I told you it would feel good, didn't I?"
Nodding, Tamlin breathed out "Yes, oh gods. Don't stop."
Rhys grabbed Tamlin's legs and threw them over his shoulders, making the other male cry out at the stretch and the angle.
"Rhys!" Tamlin cried as Rhysand thrusted inside him harder than before, hitting that spot everytime. He didn't know it could feel like this.
Rhys stared down into Tamlin's face, watching the male give in to pleasure and finds himself full of conflicting feelings. He found that he wanted to make him feel good, to make him want Rhys the way Rhys wants him. That's not why he's here though, he came to humiliate him, to humble him. To mar Feyre's image of her "perfect" high lord. But still...
"Fuck, you feel good" Rhys crooned as he moved inside him. "So tight"
Tamlin's hands were fisted in the sheets as he took what Rhys was giving him. His moans and sharp inhales of breath filled the room along with the slapping of skin, overwhelming his senses. His eyes were closed, mouth open as he lost himself in the feeling of Rhys all over him.
"You're beautiful like this, Tamlin" It just slipped out. Rhys didn't mean to say that out loud. But he found he couldn't regret it when Tamlin opened his eyes in shock, staring up at him. He surprises him when he blushes and reaches up to tangle his fingers in Rhys’ hair and pull him down, meeting halfway in a frenzied kiss.
Their lips connect hard enough that their teeth click together and Tamlin's hands come up to wrap around Rhys’ back, digging his nails in as their kisses turn desperate and Rhys’ hips slap wildly against Tamlin's ass.
He starts losing the Rhythm of his thrusts as he grows closer to release. He pulls back from the kiss, pulling Tamlin's lip between his teeth before resting his forehead against Tamlins. Lips barely touch as they breathe each other's air.
“Rhys…” Tamlin whispers and Rhys can tell he's close as his hole tightens around his cock and his fingers dig into his back harder.
Rhys sits up, pushing Tamlin's legs to his chest as he pistoned his hips harder. He reached between Tamlin's legs and started stroking the other male in time to his thrusts.
“Oh gods, Oh fuck, Rhys, Please” Tamlin moaned, head thrashing back and forth on the pillow, toes curling in the air. With a growl he throws his head back and comes all over his own chest and Rhys works him through it.
The tightening of his hole sets Rhys off and with three more powerful thrusts, he goes still deep inside of the other male and pumps him full of his come. He lets Tamlin's legs fall open on the bed as he collapses on top of him, connecting their lips.
Tamlin' s hands slide gently over Rhys’ back as they make out lazily. He feels dazed and intoxicated as he recovers from what just happened. Their joining had been unwanted, a way to protect Feyre, but somehow he feels oddly positive about what's just happened. The sex had been unexpectedly good and it seemed like Rhys wanted it to be good for him. He's broken from his thoughts as he feels Rhys start to harden inside of him and he pulls back in shock.
“Are you…”
Rhys groaned as he started rolling his hips. “Ready for another round? Yes.’
“What?” Tamlin asked, raggedly.
“I bargained for a whole night, Darling. I wasn't joking when I said I should have taken you back then. We have a lot of time to make up for.”
As Rhys leaned down to kiss him again, Tamlin found he didn't mind.
The light of the sun rising shone through the window signaling the new day as they both finished together for the last time. They were both flushed, a thin sheen of sweat covering their bodies after hours of fucking in different positions, all over the room. Rhys had made the most of his one night and Tamlin became so dizzy with lust, he ended up craving it and initiating a couple rounds.
Tamlin, panting as he came down from his high, looked down at his bed partner from where he was sitting on top of him, Rhys’ softening cock still inside. "So you'll leave her alone now?"
Rhys ran his hand up Tamlin's thighs. “Of course, lover” He ignored Tamlin's face of distaste at that. “Once we get to the Night court, I will leave her alone for the week.”
"What? No, you said you would leave her alone if I let you take me. I gave you what you wanted!" Tamlin exclaimed as he got off of Rhys, wincing when his cock slipped out of his hole. He got out of the bed, only stumbling for a second before grabbing his robe off the ground and putting it on.
"You should have listened closer, my dove. I said I would leave her alone, I never said I wasn't going to take her back with me. We made a bargain for her to spend a week in the night court. That doesn't mean it has to be with me.” Rhys said as he sat up on his elbows and smirked at him, still eye fucking him.
"You- You tricked me! I never would have done that with you if I knew you were going to lie!" Tamlin yelled, crossing his arms.
“Did I lie or were you just not specific?”
Tamlin glowered at him, but didn't have a comeback.
Rhys tsked, moving to sit at the end of the bed.
“Why are you doing this?” Tamlin asks, defeated. “She doesn't want to go with you. She loves me, she wants to be with me. Why can't you leave us alone?”
"The question is not if she loves you, Tamlin, but if her love is strong enough to deal with her protective strong high lord moaning for his enemy like a bitch in heat?"
Tamlin blanched, "I didn't- She'll never know what happened in this room so it doesn't matter."
"Oh...Well I guess I shouldn't tell you that we had a visitor outside the doors halfway through our second round. Feet too small to be Lucien's or a sentries sure ran away quickly. ”
"You said you put up a silencing shield..."
"Ah yes. Well, I may have lost control of that at some point. I mean being inside such a tight hole, you can't expect me to focus on anything else"
"You-"
"I think I'll be going to collect my captive for the week.” Rhys says as he gets out of bed, fully dressed with a snap of his fingers. Quicker than a blink, he's in front of Tamlin, pulling him into a bruising kiss. He feels Tamlin trying to get a way but he lets his hand slide down his back, making the blonde shiver, before sliding down to drag up his thigh. Pulling back, he moved to whisper in the other man's ear. “Don't bother trying to stop me, Tamlin. I don't think your fiance needs to see my spend dripping out of you.”
With that he steps back, bringing his fingers up to his mouth and sucking off his own release. “Can't wait to hear what Feyre Darling has to say about your new tattoo.”
Tamlin's green eyes fill with fury as he lunges towards him but he's already winnowing away in a cloud of darkness, his cruel laugh ringing through Tamlin's head.
Beron insists that he is everything a High Lord wants and more, even more than a High Lord's mate. The High Lord of Spring and the High Lord of Night put that theory to the test and reveal their partial-beast forms to him. Beron Vanserra will never be the same again.
TWs: Monsterfucking, Size Difference, Double Anal Penetration, Watersports, Vomiting, so much cum.. oh my god, belly bulge, etc. This would Kill a person. Mind the tags.
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Another update for my @sjmvillainweek fic, but I'll also be submitting it for @acotar-kinktober! It works both for DAY 21: MONSTERFUCKING and DAY 24: ANAL SEX.
Tw: Crawling, Gunplay (👄+🍑), Quiet sex, Oral sex, Anal fingering, Anal sex, Mob boss Rhys, Initiate from rival mob Tamlin, power dynamics.
Summary: Mob boss Rhysand has a special initiation for the runaway son from a rival mob.
Posting for Kinktober Day 22: Quiet sex, Crawling, Gunplay.
Title from Gun by Doja Cat.
@acotar-kinktober
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The sound of a pen scribbling filled the air as Rhys wrote out missives to different departments. He needed to set up an initiation of the newest recruits and also sanction the murder of the man that’s been harassing his younger sister as well as many other women in the family. This was the more mundane work of being the head of the mob. Too bad he can’t just go kill his enemies just because he felt like it. Anything to get out from behind this desk.
A sharp knock rang out from the heavy oak door of Rhys’ office as he sat behind his desk. Cracking his knuckles, he leaned back in his chair before calling for whoever it was to come in. He had specifically asked to not be bothered so this better be important.
The door opened and his head of security dragged in a tall blonde who was struggling against their grip. He seemed to be quite built himself so Rhys is impressed that Cassian was able to drag him in.
“Unhand me.” The man argued as he continued to struggle against Cass’ hold. “I can walk by myself!”
Cassian smirked before throwing him to the ground before Rhys desk. He fell forward onto his hands and knees before sitting back on his heels, sending a glare towards Cassian.
“What’s this?” Rhys asked, getting up from his seat and walking around to perch on the desk in front of the man.
“Found him skulking around outside. Said he needed to speak to you. But he was carrying this.” Cass threw him a lighter. It would look like a normal flip top if not for the rose etched into the side with the words "E vere vita crevit". The sign for the rival mob across town.
“Seems we have a spy in our midst.” Rhys says as he leans over to grab the blonde’s face. “Who sent you?”
Fury blazed in those green eyes as he tried to rip his face out of his hands, though he could see a hint of desire in the way his pupils dilated while looking at Rhys. Interesting. “No one sent me. I’m trying to get away.”
“From who?” Rhys asked, thumb running over the man’s lips. He is quite pretty, if he doesn’t end up being a spy, he could make for a nice pet.
“My father.”
Rhys stared at the man’s face as he put two and two together. “Spring’s youngest son.”
The man nodded and Rhys let his face go before sitting back on the desk. “What is your name?”
“Tamlin.”
“Tamlin. What is it that you want?”
“I want to join you. I want to be a Star.”
“And how do I know you’re not here to do your father’s dirty work?” Rhys asked, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it with the Spring lighter. “Only a fool would let their enemies’ children run around amongst their people. I should send you right back there.”
“No! Please. I’ll do anything. I-I can’t go back there. He’ll kill me.” The man begged, bowing so low his face almost touched the ground.
Rhys cocked his head. It could be beneficial having the son of his enemy in his clutch. He waved Cassian away. “Leave us.”
Cassian nodded and walked out without a word.
Getting up, Rhys circled the blonde. His green shirt was dirty and ripped in places and Rhys could see a bruise peaking out of his collar. “If I allow you to join us, you will have to prove your worth in high stress situations as well as following orders.”
“Yes, sir. Anything.”
Rhys goes and sits on the couch by the door, leaving the man still bowing in front of his desk. “How old are you, Tamlin?”
“Twenty-three, sir.”
“Good. I’ll give you your first test right now and if I’m satisfied, I’ll let you join. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good, let's see how good you are at following orders. Crawl to me.” Rhys purrs, sitting back on the couch with his arms laying on the back of it.
The man turns around and lifts his head to look at Rhys as he crawls across the floor to him.
“Slower”
He slows down and makes his way to Rhys, ass swaying in the air making Rhys harden in his pants. When he makes it to him, he sits back on his heels again and waits.
Rhys smirks as he reaches out to push a strand of Tamlin’s hair behind his ears. “Tell me, are you a virgin?”
Tamlin visibly gulps before shaking his head “No, sir.”
“Good. Have you ever been with a man before?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Perfect. The first test is seeing how well you can please your new boss. Why don’t you put those pretty lips to work and suck my cock.”
Tamlin flushed, “I-Yes, sir.”
His hands shook as he reached forward and undid Rhys’s pants before pulling out his cock, licking his lips before leaning forward to lick a stripe up his hardened member.
Rhys groaned as he watched the man lick his cock like a godsdamned lollipop before taking the tip into his mouth. His fingers move to tangle in the blonde hair as he guides his cock in deeper.
“That's It, take a little more.”
Green eyes look up at him as he sucks on the tip before sliding down farther, choking a little as it reaches his throat. He comes back up before taking it in all the way, tongue swirling around as he bobs his head.
“Fuck, you’re good at this.” Rhys pants as Tamlin sucks his cock like he was made for it. He starts thrusting into his mouth as he gets closer to release. A firm grip on his hair has the younger man moaning around his length and with a few more thrusts, Rhys comes down his throat, thrusting through it before letting the man pull off. His lips were already puffy from being stretched out and his eyes were glassy from choking. He was Rhys’ wet dream come to life.
“Take off your clothes and go bend over the desk.” Rhys orders, catching his breath.
“Yes, sir.” Tamlin croaks out, throat thoroughly used, as he stands up and follows instruction.
Rhys watches as he undresses, shirt sliding off followed by the dropping of his pants giving Rhys a view of that perfectly toned ass. As he bent over to pull off his boxers, Rhys caught a glimpse of that tight bud between his cheeks and his mouth watered.
Tucking himself back in his pants, Rhys walked behind it and opened a drawer, grabbed a bottle of lube and his 6 inch Colt python. Walking back around the desk to stand behind the other man, Rhys laid the revolver in front of him on the desk before running his hands over his ass and squeezing. “Stay quiet, unless you want to be punished later.”
“Y-yes, sir.”
Rhys smirked as he poured the lube down the cleft of Tamlin’s ass, before gripping one soft cheek and moving it aside to rub circles around the man’s hole with his thumb, making him jump. He eased it in slowly, giving the man a minute to adjust before sliding it back and forth. Removing his thumb he wasted no time and pressed two fingers in making the blonde cry out.
“Breaking rules already.” Rhys tsked, pulling his fingers out until only the tips were left in. “Am I going to have to gag you, pet?”
“N-no, sir. I can be quiet.”
“Good.” And with that he shoved his fingers all the way. He starts easing them in and out as he works him open, the other man moving his hand to his mouth to stop the sounds. “Do you like that?”
Tamlin nods, removing his hand from his mouth and Rhys can see the bite marks where he’s bitten in to stop the sounds. “Yes, sir. Please”
“Please, what?”
“More. Please, more.” Tamlin moans as Rhys stretches his fingers.
“Do you deserve it?” Rhys questions as he pulls his fingers out and adds more lube.
Tamlin groans at the loss but nods “Yes, please sir. I need more, I need-Fuck!”
He cries out as Rhys shoves three fingers inside before holding them still. “Pick up that gun.”
“W-what?” Tamlin asks, unsure if he heard him right.
“I want you to pick up that gun, put it in your mouth and suck on it like you sucked on my cock.”
Tamlin's hands shook as he picked up the gun before doing as Rhys said and sticking the barrel in his mouth. He started moving it in and out of his mouth and when Rhys curled his three fingers inside, he jumped.
“Be careful, you don’t want to blow your brains out.” Rhys warned. “I’m just getting started with you.”
The slick sounds of his fingers pounding in and out of Tamlin as well as the sounds of the blonde sucking and slurping on the gun, fill the air.
Rhys can feel Tamlin’s hole tightening around his fingers as the man gets closer and with one last curl, he removes them. “Hand me the gun.”
The gun is put into his hand and he lightly grazes the wet barrel against the inside of Tamlin’s thigh, making him squirm.
“Sir…”
“Shh…You’re gonna want to stay still for this.” Rhys warns before he pushes the barrel of the revolver into Tamlins willing hole.
Tamlin gasps, hand flying up to cover his mouth as he feels himself being filled by the gun.
Rhys smirks at how willing the man is before he slowly starts working the barrel in and out. He speeds up and minutes pass by as the other man tries to hide moans behind his fist as he shivers against the desk.
Suddenly the click of the door sounds and Tamlin tenses just as Rhys pulls the gun out of his ass and fires it towards the door. “Get out.”
The door closes again and he sees Tamlin relax as the gun is slid down his ass cheek. “Now where were we?”
Tamlin gasped as the barrel of the gun was pushed back in and a tinge of fear ran through him. He didn’t think Rhysand had actually been fucking him with a loaded gun. It was terrifying yet thrilling and he bit his lip to stop from moaning.
Rhys continues to work the colt into the blonde, watching his hole tremble around it as he moves it in and out. He angles the gun when he pushes it in again and it must hit that spot inside Tamlin as he gasps and pushes back against it. Rhys can hear the moans slipping out from behind the palm he’s slapped to his mouth and he can't hold back anymore.
Pulling the gun out, he places it back on the table before pulling his hardened member out and slicking it up with lube. “I’m going to fuck you now. Hold onto the desk and don’t make a sound. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.” Tamlin whimpers but reaches his hand out to grab the edge of the desk.
Rhys rubs the tip around his hole before he pushes in, groaning at the tight fit. “Fuck, you’re tight. Are you sure you’ve done this before?”
The blonde nods as his fingers grip the desk hard enough his knuckles are white.
He continues to push in, hands gripping the man’s waist before he’s fully seated. Giving him a moment to adjust, he squeezes his ass cheeks before pulling back and slamming back in. The boy pounds his fist on the desk but otherwise stays quiet.
Rhys keeps fucking him, harder and faster until he’s sliding back and forth on the desk. He’s gripping his hips so hard there’s marks left on them.
The slapping of his hips against the Tamlins ass is all that can be heard in the room and Rhys revels in it as he reaches a hand around and starts stroking the other man’s cock. The tightening of the hole around his member signals him that the blonde is almost close and Rhys starts thrusting harder before he slams in all the way and releases deep inside the other man as he comes in his hand and on the desk.
Rhys kissed along the blonde’s shoulders and neck as they came down before he pulled out, letting his spend drip down the other’s thigh as he pulled him up to face him. “Happy anniversary, my love.”
Tamlin holds up his left hand and Rhys kisses his wedding band, their sign that the role play was over. He leaned in to kiss him when he felt a punch to the gut and let out an oomph instead.
“What the fuck was that for?!” He yelled, stepping away from his partner, holding his side.
Tamlin was glaring at him as he sat on the edge of the desk with his arms crossed. “That was for putting a loaded gun in my ass.”
Rhys balked “That was part of the game, Darling. We agreed to it!”
“Yeah, a gun, Rhysand. Not a loaded one you prick.” Tamlin walks away to grab his pants off the floor.
“Well, that wasn’t clarified.” Rhys argued, pulling up his own pants before turning to his lover.
Tamlin was doing up the zipper on his jeans as Rhys walked over to him. He crossed his arms before Rhys could try to pull him in. “I feel like that’s common sense, like you wouldn’t want to risk shooting your partner through the ass.”
“What a way to go though” Rhys joked, clearly at the wrong time if the thunderous look in Tamlin’s eyes was anything to go by. “I’m sorry, Darling. I wasn’t thinking straight. You know how recreating how we met affects me. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to me and our family.” The other man’s eyes softened at that. Tamlin was indeed the youngest son of his rival mob leader but Rhys unfortunately did not get to fuck him the first time they met. “Of course it would have been even better if I had fucked you as a way to initiate you. Could have skipped three years of courting.”
Tamlin glowered at him and he realized he fucked up again as he opened his mouth to apologize to his husband of ten years…
“You know what. You can find somewhere else to sleep tonight. And next time you want to play around, I’m shoving a knife up your ass.” Tamlin says before walking towards the door. “Oh and Cass is sick of being involved in our games. He says he needs to focus on the raids.”
“With the handle, right?” Rhys asks, following Tamlin to the door. “Tamlin!…With the handle, right?!”
His husband’s cruel laughter rang out as he walked away from him and he knew he was in deep shit.
Tw: overstimulation, tears (not from pain), rimming
Summary:
Rhys pushes Tamlin past his limits as they finally give in to their forbidden attraction.
Posting for Kinktober Day 21: Rimming
A short little ficcy set when Rhys and Tamlin were friends.
Title from Never enough by One Direction
@acotar-kinktober
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There were no sounds in the hidden dwelling in the middle of the Spring court other than the slurping and sucking sounds of a mouth and the sound of whimpers and cries.
If anyone got through the surrounding shield of shadows, they would find the youngest son of Spring down on his knees, ass up, back arched with his head in his arms as he pulled out the grass beneath him and cried out as the oldest child of Night licked and sucked at his already puffy hole.
They had met here to train but years of pent up attraction and almosts had an argument leading to the crashing of their lips together in a desperate kiss and Rhys pushing Tamlin against a tree as he fucked him hard enough to leave stars in his eyes and scratches on his body.
Tamlin had come twice while the other male fucked him and was sore and exhausted. But that hadn't stopped Rhys from pushing him down on his hands and knees before diving in to lick around his sore entrance under the guise of “kissing it better”. Leaving kisses and sucks as his tongue delved inside the already sensitive cavity. Tamlin had tried to crawl away from the overwhelming feeling but Rhys had just grabbed his hips and pulled him back so he had no choice but to let him continue to ruin him.
All Tamlin could do was let out incoherent sobs of pleasure as Rhys expertly worked his tongue inside. It was too much and he didn't know if he could take it anymore. “Rhys, i-its too much.” He pleaded, “Please.”
Rhys just slapped his ass before continuing the torturous pace of his wicked tongue as it circled around Tamlin's hole, sucking and licking before wriggling its way inside.
Every lick, suck and oh gods, nibble on his hole shot straight to his aching cock and Tamlin whined as Rhys slid his hand between his legs and started stroking him in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
“Nooo..” he cried as tears fell from his eyes now as Rhys brought him closer to another climax. It was too much and all it took was a twist of a wrist and one last sucking kiss before Tamlin cried out and released on the grass beneath him. He felt hands grip his hips before flipping him over and he looked up into Rhys’ smoldering gaze.
Rhys crawls in between his spread legs and wraps them around his waist before leaning down to kiss him. Something hard presses against his hole and he pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Rhys who just smirks and pushes in.
Tw: overstimulation, tears (not from pain), rimming
Summary:
Rhys pushes Tamlin past his limits as they finally give in to their forbidden attraction.
Posting for Kinktober Day 21: Rimming
A short little ficcy set when Rhys and Tamlin were friends.
Title from Never enough by One Direction
@acotar-kinktober
Read below:
There were no sounds in the hidden dwelling in the middle of the Spring court other than the slurping and sucking sounds of a mouth and the sound of whimpers and cries.
If anyone got through the surrounding shield of shadows, they would find the youngest son of Spring down on his knees, ass up, back arched with his head in his arms as he pulled out the grass beneath him and cried out as the oldest child of Night licked and sucked at his already puffy hole.
They had met here to train but years of pent up attraction and almosts had an argument leading to the crashing of their lips together in a desperate kiss and Rhys pushing Tamlin against a tree as he fucked him hard enough to leave stars in his eyes and scratches on his body.
Tamlin had come twice while the other male fucked him and was sore and exhausted. But that hadn't stopped Rhys from pushing him down on his hands and knees before diving in to lick around his sore entrance under the guise of “kissing it better”. Leaving kisses and sucks as his tongue delved inside the already sensitive cavity. Tamlin had tried to crawl away from the overwhelming feeling but Rhys had just grabbed his hips and pulled him back so he had no choice but to let him continue to ruin him.
All Tamlin could do was let out incoherent sobs of pleasure as Rhys expertly worked his tongue inside. It was too much and he didn't know if he could take it anymore. “Rhys, i-its too much.” He pleaded, “Please.”
Rhys just slapped his ass before continuing the torturous pace of his wicked tongue as it circled around Tamlin's hole, sucking and licking before wriggling its way inside.
Every lick, suck and oh gods, nibble on his hole shot straight to his aching cock and Tamlin whined as Rhys slid his hand between his legs and started stroking him in time with the thrusts of his tongue.
“Nooo..” he cried as tears fell from his eyes now as Rhys brought him closer to another climax. It was too much and all it took was a twist of a wrist and one last sucking kiss before Tamlin cried out and released on the grass beneath him. He felt hands grip his hips before flipping him over and he looked up into Rhys’ smoldering gaze.
Rhys crawls in between his spread legs and wraps them around his waist before leaning down to kiss him. Something hard presses against his hole and he pulls back, eyes wide as he looks at Rhys who just smirks and pushes in.
After a terrible lunch with his family, Tamlin goes home to his husband feeling insecure. Can Rhys bring him out of it?
Modern au!
Posting late for kinktober day 20: Mirror sex
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You look like you've gained weight, little brother.
Not so little anymore, are you chunky?
Boys, leave your brother alone, it's none of our concern if he wants to let himself go. Maybe that no good husband of his has a kink for spare tires.
The cruel, vicious laughter that rang out.
Thoughts of his family's cruelty follow Tamlin back to the apartment he shares with his husband of two years. Why does he keep going to these lunches and setting himself up to be ridiculed? All for a mother who sits there and ignores it when her husband and other sons drag him down.
Walking into the lobby, he's relieved to get out of the bitter cold but it does nothing to relieve the chill in his heart. They shouldn't be able to affect him like this. He got out of that hell when he met his now husband, four years ago.
Rhys. The man who saved him in more ways than one.
They'd met when Tamlin was twenty-one and in his second year of college, studying for some MBA he never had any interest in. Rhys had been touring the grounds with his younger sister who was going to start there in the fall and Tamlin had dropped his coffee as soon as he walked out of the student Cafe and saw him. He was the most gorgeous man Tamlin had ever seen and the charming smile he had shot him had made his heart race so fast he no longer needed the coffee. Rhys had apologized for making him drop his coffee and led him back inside to buy him another and before he knew it they were sitting in a booth in the back making out. He's never been sure what had occurred to make that happen but they had been there talking for an hour, sharing laughs and getting to know each other. The conversation had flowed easier with Rhys than it had with anyone else and Tamlin was enamored. So much so that if Rhys was to be believed, Tamlin had been staring at his mouth for five minutes before blurting out that he wanted to kiss him and Rhys had smirked and pulled him in. But that doesn't seem like something Tamlin would do so he chooses to blame Rhys' natural magnetism or pretend it didn't happen. Whatever happened, it led to them exchanging numbers and the rest is history. They dated for a year before Rhys proposed. He was twenty-six at that point, working in a high position at his father's company and had bought Tamlin the most gorgeous ring he could find before proposing in front of Tamlin's favorite bookstore where they had run into to escape a sudden downpour or rain on their first real date. Tamlin had cried and said yes of course and he'd kissed him like it was the first time. He'd never been so happy in his whole life.
Until he took Rhys to meet his family.
They hated him. Well, his father and brothers hated him. They'd asked rude and invasive questions and Rhys had dealt with it respectfully but shot down anything that seemed cruel towards Tamlin. They didn't take this well and have disapproved of the relationship ever since. They blame it on the age difference, which is ridiculous since it's only four years and their father is 20 years older than their mother, and the fact that Rhys did not meet them or ask for his father's permission before asking to marry him but Tamlin knows its just because he dared to stand up for him. It had gotten a little better since he moved out of the family home for good and moved in with Rhys but these biweekly lunches really drag him down.
Maybe Rhys is right when he says he should distance himself from their toxicity.
Unlocking the apartment door, he's welcomed by the smell of Chinese food and the sound of his husband singing along to the radio in the kitchen. His stomach rumbles at the smell, having not eaten much at lunch. He walks into the kitchen to find Rhys still in his black button down and slacks, suit jacket hung over the kitchen chair. He'd had to go into the office today to fix some error or else he would have come to the lunch, as uninviting as Tamlin's family tries to make it be.
Tamlin smiles and walks up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist as his love puts a plate away, chin resting on his shoulder. Hands slide over his as Rhys leans back into his embrace.
"Hello, Darling." He purrs, making a shiver run down Tamlin's spine.
"Hi." Tamlin murmurs into Rhys shoulder. He inhaled the scent of his man, his usual cologne smelling like a mix of citrus and sea and his natural musk that Tamlin wanted to bottle up and douse himself in daily. "You smell good."
Rhys chuckled "I missed you too, my love. How did it go?"
Humming, Tamlin moved his face into the crook of Rhys neck and smiled when his husband lifted one of his hands up to kiss it.
"That bad, huh?" Rhys asked before turning around in Tamlin's arms and wrapping his own arms around Tamlin's waist as the latter wrapped his around Rhys' shoulders. "I'm sorry I couldn't make it today. Do you want to talk about it?"
Tamlin sighed "No. I just want to forget." Pulling back, he looked at the bags of Takeaway. "Chinese?"
"Yeah. I know you just had lunch but I passed it on the way and thought we could just heat it up later when we got hungry." Rhys glanced at the clock. "It's only 3:45 pm."
"Okay, do you want to watch a movie?" Tamlin asked, knowing their original plan was to relax today until Rhys got called in to work and Tamlin had been reminded about the lunch.
"I'd love to, babe. Why don't you go pick one while I finish putting the dishes away." Rhys said, leaning in for a kiss.
Tamlin happily gave him one before pulling back, nuzzling his nose. "I love you."
"I love you too, Tam." Rhys smiles, squeezing his hips once before letting him go.
Later, after they watch a movie, Rhys gets hungry and they eat dinner. Tamlin picks at his food, still thinking about what his family had said. When Rhys asks what was wrong, he just said he ate too much at lunch and he'll eat more later if he's hungry. His husband looked suspicious but he changed the subject to what Rhys had to do at work and that set him off on a tangent.
Afterwards, they watched another movie before Tamlin checked the time and said he was going to have a shower and of course Rhys wasn't going to miss a chance to join him. They walk hand in hand down to their room before heading into the bathroom.
Tamlin turns on the water before taking off his jeans and sweatshirt then stepping in. He listens to the clink of Rhys belt and the swoosh of fabric as he drops his pants and shirt before climbing into the tub next to him.
Rhys is looking at him hungrily and he smiles coyly before turning around to face the spray, leaving Rhys to stare at his backside. A few moments later he feels the heat of his husband as he steps closer and grips his hips, pulling him back into him so Tamlin can feel his erection sliding against his ass.
Kisses are left on the back of his neck as he grabs the washcloth and soap, lathering it up before he starts cleaning his arms. When he gets to his chest, he lets Rhys take the cloth and start moving it down his body. Rhys loves washing him, says he likes to make Tamlin feel like the divine creature he is. Which usually fills Tamlin with want and makes him feel needed but today he just feels shame and discomfort. Tamlin shampoos his hair while Rhys does that and then rinses before switching places with Rhys who starts to clean his own body. After adding conditioner to his ends, Tamlin shampoos Rhys' hair making sure to scrub his scalp in the way he likes before they switch places again. Once they are both clean and hair rinsed out, Tamlin reaches down to turn off the water before going to open the shower curtain but Rhys stops him.
"Come here." Rhys growls and Tamlin turns back to him with a smile. Slick hands grab his waist and pull him into a kiss and he melts against his husband. Their tongues slide together as Rhys turns to press him against the shower wall before pulling back to trail kisses down his neck. "God, you are delicious."
Hands slide down to cup his ass and Tamlin moans softly, head tilted back to give Rhys more room. Rhys squeezes his cheeks before a finger slips between to rub at his hole. "Rhys..."
Rhys finishes sucking a mark into the base of his throat before pulling back. "Turn around, love."
Tamlins eyes flashed with lust as he did what he husband said, though a tiny sliver of doubt creeped in as he wondered if maybe the other man just didn't want to see him as he fucked him. He swallowed that down and stuck his ass out, waiting.
"Fuck, you're so sexy." Rhys murmurs as he grabs the lube from the shower caddy and slicks up his fingers. "Gonna open you up now, Darling."
Wet fingers circle his hole before sliding in. Tamlin's mouth opens on a gasp as Rhys works two fingers in. "Oh, Rhys."
"Always so tight for me." Rhys
Tamlin moans at the words as Rhys fingers start to move faster, stretching inside to open him up. "God, more."
"It's Rhys, darling. But if you want to call me a God I won't complain."
Tamlin's laugh turns into him crying out as Rhys curls his fingers and brushes against that spot inside. Moaning, he pushes back on his husband's fingers, hands sliding on the wall.
"Fuck, babe. The sounds you make drive me insane." Rhys says before pushing in a third finger. "I can't wait to make love to you. I've been thinking of you all day."
"Rhys, please." Tamlin moans. He's so close, he just needs Rhys to...
Rhys' other hand comes around and grasps Tamlin's leaking cock, stroking it in time to his thrusts. "I've got you, baby."
Tamlin is panting as he moves between Rhys' hand and his fingers working him closer to releasing. "Rhys, Rhys, Rhys"
He feels heat at his ear before Rhys is nipping at his lobe before whispering "Let go for me, baby."
Tamlin cries out his name as he reaches his peak, cum spraying out on the wall in front of him as his hole tightens around Rhys' fingers. He whimpers from the loss as Rhys removes his fingers, hole fluttering around nothing. Fingers slide over the head of his cock as Rhys gathers up any leftover spend and Tamlin watches him bring it up to his lips and licking it off.
"God, you are delicious." Rhys purrs, as he looks into Tamlin's half lidded gaze. He smiles before leaning in for a messy kiss.
Moaning at the taste of himself on Rhys tongue, Tamlin turns around in his arms and they kiss until he feels the other man's erection bump against his hip. He pulls back with a laugh, looking into his husband's sultry gaze. "Bedroom?"
Rhys growls "Yes, now. I need to be inside you, Darling."
Tamlin groans before stepping out of the shower. They dry each other off, stopping to share kisses and laughs before Rhys sends him into the bedroom with a smack on the ass and instructions to wait in the bed for him. He walks into the bedroom to wait as he leaves Rhys to clean up after them but passes the full length mirror in the corner and pauses. Looking himself up and down, he pokes at his stomach. Maybe his family was right. A sense of dread filled him as he thought about Rhys seeing him as they make love. What if he's disgusted when he sees him? Does he look worse when he lays down? Will he turn him around like he did in the shower so he doesn't have to see him? Making a decision he goes and turns off the overhead light and crawls into his side of the bed, pulling up the sheet to cover himself as he waits for Rhys.
"Why did we put the extra lube all the way in the back of the cupboard? Oh...Are you not in the mood anymore, babe?" Rhys asks as he walks into the room and Tamlin can hear the frown in his voice.
"What? I am." Tamlin replied from where he was laid on the bed under the covers. "Just waiting for you."
"Why are the lights off then? We don't usually turn them off when we make love."
Silence for a moment then a sigh.
"I know. It's just...Nevermind."
Rhys walks over to the bed and gets under the covers, reaching behind him to turn on the lamp beside the bed, filling the room with an ambient dim light, before turning back to face his husband. "What's going on? You can tell me."
Tamlin shuffled closer and Rhys opened his arms to let him lay his head on his chest. "Do you think I'm letting myself go?"
"What? Where would you ever get that idea?" Rhys asked, surprised. "Of course I don't think you've let yourself go. Is that why you barely touched your dinner?"
Tamlin just shrugged. "Maybe I need to go to the gym more."
"If you want to but babe, you look fine."
That had been the wrong thing to say as Tamlin sighed and rolled away before sitting up against the headboard. "Just fine." He let out a self depreciating laugh. "Maybe you do have a kink for spare tires."
Rhys sits up, alarmed. "Where is this coming from, Tam? Did your family say something to you? They did, didn't they? I swear I don't know why you listen to them or even see them at all. They only upset you and fill your head with nonsense."
Tamlin sighs and throws the covers off, getting out of bed. Rhys gets out of bed too and stops him before he can leave the room. "Tamlin."
The younger man stops but just crosses his arms and doesn't look at Rhys as he comes up to him.
"Hey, look at me." Rhys says, gently grabbing Tamlin's face to turn him towards him. "You're beautiful." He grabs his arm as Tamlin shakes his head and tries to walk away. "No, listen. You're stunning, you're smart, you're kind, you're loving, you make everyday of my life better. And you're far from fat, darling. And even if you were, I'd love you still. Who cares what your embarrassment of a family thinks. I think you're the most perfect man I've ever met. And I love you more than anything."
Tamlin's eyes are glossy with tears as he walks into Rhys' arms and hugs him tight. "I love you too. More than anything."
Rhys holds him close and kisses his head. He trailed the kisses down Tamlin's face until the younger man sighed blissfully and turned his head to capture his lips in his. Hands roam as they make out in the middle of their bedroom before Rhys hands slide down to grab Tamlins ass.
"Let me show you how much I love you." Rhys mumbles against his lips and Tamlin nods before turning to go back to the bed but Rhys grabs his hand and pulls him over to the mirror in the corner of the room. "Right here."
Tamlin is confused and nervous. "Rhys?"
"Hold onto the mirror, love." Rhys said, stroking his cock as he looked his husband up and down. He waits until Tamlin has his hands on the sides of the mirror before he pulls his hips back. "I'm going to make love to you, right here so you can look in the mirror and see the perfection that I see everyday."
Face flushing, Tamlin bites his lip. "Rhys...I don't know..."
"Do you trust me babe?"
"Yes more than anyone."
"Then trust that I'd never do anything to hurt or embarrass you."
Tamlin hesitates but then nods. He trusts his husband with everything in him.
Rhys walks to the nightstand and grabs the lube before coming back and kissing up Tamlins back while he rubs the lube on his cock before rubbing the excess around Tamlins hole. Throwing the bottle onto the bed he moves behind Tamlin and slides one hand onto his hip while the other cups one of his ass cheeks. He looks into Tamlin's eyes through the mirror. "Are you ready, my love?"
Swallowing, Tamlin nods as he adjusts his hold on the mirror. He kept his eyes on Rhys as he felt the tip of his cock press against his hole.
"Look at yourself, Tam. I want you to see the beautiful face you make when I slide inside." Rhys orders before he pushes in.
Tamlin does as he says and watches his lips part in a silent gasp as he's stretched open on his husband's thick length. He never gets tired of feeling him and he can tell Rhys feels the same as his eyes flick over to see his face.
The feeling of Rhys' member sinking into him makes his toes curl against the carpet and he moans as Rhys rolls his hips and slides in deeper. He watches himself as his lover moves inside him and thinks he should be embarrassed by this but he just finds it hot as he watches the way Rhys makes him feel show on his face.
Rhys continues to rock his hips until he's fully seated in Tamlin's ass. He looks at him before sliding his hands to his hips, and slowly pulls out before rocking back in.
Tamlin was moaning as his eyes flit back and forth between himself and Rhys as his husband set up a rhythm that had them both crying out. He arched his back as Rhys started pounding into him, hips slapping against his ass.
Hands slid up his torso coming up to rub at his nipple as the other one laid on his abs. Heat spread under his skin as he gave himself over to the pleasure. Watching his husband's hands run along his body making him feel so wanted.
"I love you, Rhys" Tamlin said, breath hitching as the other man started grinding deep inside.
Rhys groans as the hand on his chest slides down to stroke his cock. "I love you too. You're everything I've ever wanted. You're amazing."
Tamlin gasped as he was brought closer to his release with each pound of hips and stroke of his cock. He shivers as he feels Rhys start to leave kisses along his shoulders. His hands grip the top of the mirror as he feels his hole clenching around Rhys' cock as he gets closer to finishing. "Rhys, I'm going to..."
Rhys growled as he stroked Tamlin faster as he pounded into him with a desperate rhythm. "Me too, baby. Fuck, look at you, you gorgeous creature."
Not able to hold back anymore at the feelings and the sight of them in the mirror, Tamlin cries out Rhys name as he releases, ropes of cum splashing onto the mirror.
His husband groans as his hole tightens around his length and with three more bruising thrusts, Rhys finishes deep inside him.
Tamlin can feel his legs shaking as they stand there panting, coming down from such an intense joining. He catches Rhys' eyes in the mirror and smiles, exhausted.
Rhys winks at him before pulling out slowly. He turns Tamlin around and pulls him into a deep kiss. His hand slides down his back and pulls him in closer. He rests his head against the blonde's when he pulls away. "I love you just the way you are, my love. You are perfect. Do you believe me?"
Tears fill Tamlin's vision as he wraps his arms around the dark haired man "Yes. I love you too. Thank you."
"For what?"
"For loving me and being exactly what I need."
"You never have to thank me for loving you, Darling. Now, let's clean up and go to bed. I want nothing more than to hold my sexy husband in my arms."
Tamlin laughs as he lets Rhys lead him back to the washroom.
After cleaning up and brushing their teeth, they crawl into bed and as Tamlin lays in his husband's arms, he knows they are going to be okay.
Tamsand/Background Feylin | Smut | Explicit | 1,619 Words
Tw: DUBCON; Oral sex; Asshole book one Rhysand; Self sacrificing Tamlin.
Summary:
Rhysand has shown up for the first time in 50 years (as far as Tamlin knows), he's threatening to tell Amarantha about Tamlin's human girl unless Tamlin does what he says.
Set when Rhys makes Tamlin kneel in acotar, but this time he's on his knees for a different reason.
Posting for Kinktober Day 20: Dubcon
This was hard to write lol. Warning again that Rhys is not a good guy in this.
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“On your knees"
The room was silent other than the whimpers coming from Feyre in the corner where she sat frozen as Rhysand held her mind.
Tamlin dropped to his knees and bowed his head "Please"
Rhysand looked down at Tamlin with a predatory look "Hmm…As much as I love hearing you beg out of that mouth of yours, I think we can put it to better use. I'll make you a deal, I'll think about not telling Amarantha about your little pet, if you wrap those pretty lips around my-."
Tamlin snarled "No.”
“Why would you even want that? Amarantha not keeping you satisfied, Rhysand?” Lucien mocked.
Rhys tilted his head before squeezing the girl's mind harder with his powers making her scream. He didn't look at her though, his gaze was on the male before him whose jaw was clenching as he tried not to look at the human. "Control your dog, Tamlin. It would be a shame to cover this lovely floor with human blood."
“Shut your dirty mou-”
Tamlin bared his teeth at him but turned his head to look at Lucien, cutting him off. “That's enough. Don't push him, Lucien.”
Lucien goes to open his mouth but a stern look from Tamlin has him closing it before shaking his head and looking away.
“Good. Now, back to my offer. It's very beneficial for both of us, Tamlin. I remember how much you enjoyed it when we were young. Won't you reconsider?”
“I'd rather die.” Tamlin snarls back.
Smirking, Rhys just tightened his hold and Tamlin stared him down until a soft, weak voice croaked out. "T-Tamlin."
Tamlin finally looked at the girl and his eyes widened in horror as blood spilled from her nose and eyes. He tried to get up but Rhys sent shadows to hold him down, doing the same to hold Lucien in place before he tried something stupid.
"Fine! I'll do as you ask, just let her go." Tamlin pleaded, still looking at the girl.
"Look at me when you're speaking to me, Tamlin." Rhys snarled, jealousy gnawing at his gut. "I want to see those pretty green eyes when you beg."
Reluctantly, Tamlin looked back at Rhys with fury in his eyes. "Let her go. Let them both go and I will do as you asked." He tried to fight against the shadows holding him. "Please, Rhys. I'm begging you."
"Very well." Rhys relinquished his hold on the girl and pointed to the door, "Off you go fox. Take your broken pet and leave me to my spoils."
Lucien bares his teeth "I don't take orders from you, you worthl-"
"Lucien." Tamlin interrupted. "Just go."
Lucien looked at Tamlin in shock, betrayal filling his eyes. "But Tam..."
"Go. Take Feyre and heal her wounds. Do it for me."
The red-haired male hesitated for another second before cursing and picking Feyre up, winnowing them from the room.
“Tam, huh? I remember a time when I was the only one who called you that. Have you replaced me so easily, Tamlin? Tell me, does he make you feel as good as I did?”
“It's not like that with him. And it was barely like that with you. We had one drunken night that shouldn't have happened. Why are you bringing it up now?”
“Perhaps I'm just feeling nostalgic, High Lord. Now, back to my offer. Are you going to put that mouth to good use or keep yapping?”
Tamlin grinds his teeth. “You swear you won't tell Amarantha?”
“That wasn't the deal. I said I would think about not telling her.”
“How do I make sure you don't then?” Tamlin asked.
Rhys shrugged, “You'll have to do a good job, I suppose.”
Tamlin's fists clenched before he took a breath and said “Fine.”
He goes to stand up when Rhys' shadows return and pull him back down.
“Crawl to me.” Rhys demands, crossing his arms. “On all fours like the beast you are.”
Tamlin bares his teeth but does as he says, crawling across the floor until he's right in front of Rhys. Sitting back on his heels, he looks up at him.
“You're going to do everything I say, understand?”
Glaring at him, Tamlin nods.
“Good boy. Now, unlace my pants. No” He says when Tamlin reaches for them. “With your teeth.”
A growl rips out of Tanlin's throat as his hands fist in anger but he leans forward and bites on the end of the knot and pulls, loosening the laces until they separate and fall to the side.
“Now, take out my cock.”
Deft fingers reach into his dark pants and pull out his hard cock. Tamlin looks up at Rhys waiting for instruction but he just waves his hand in a go on motion. Licking his lips, he strokes Rhys’ cock as he tries to calm down. He doesn't want to do this, to be so close to Rhysand again. But for Feyre…He will.
Taking a deep breath, he leans over and licks up the underside of Rhys’ hard member, before leaving kitten licks on the tip. He grimaces at the taste of precum, not because it tasted gross but because of what he's doing.
Taking the tip into his mouth, he sucks lightly and swirls his tongue around it. Trying to remember what Rhys had enjoyed the only time they did this. Flicking his tongue along the skin on the underside of the head, he strokes the base in his hand. Long fingers slide into his hair as he hears Rhys moan. He must be doing it right.
He lets moisture gather in his mouth before he takes a breath through his nose and slides his lips down Rhys’ shaft before sliding back up. Doing this a few more times, he slowly makes his way down until his lips reach the base of Rhys’ cock, swallowing around it. Bobbing his head, his hands come to rest on the other man's thighs. When he slides back up to lick around the tip, he hears Rhys sigh.
Rhys grabbed a fistful of Tamlin's hair making him groan in pain around his cock. "You're going much too slow, Tamlin. Don't you want to protect your little human?" He growls before shoving his cock further down Tamlin's throat, making the blonde choke "Mmm much better"
Eyes watering as he tries to get used to having a dick in his mouth after so many centuries, Tamlin takes a deep breath through his nose and tries to focus on swallowing Rhys down as the dark haired male thrusts into his mouth.
"Good boy" Rhysand purred as he felt Tamlin relax and start actually trying. "Keep this up and your secret might be safe with me.”
Tamlin feels his own member starts stirring in his pants and he feels his cheeks flush at the betrayal of his own body. He hums around the cock in his mouth as Rhys continues to grip his hair and thrust hard into his throat.
“I can smell your arousal, High Lord. Touch yourself.”
Shaking his head, Tamlin makes a negative sound, fingers digging into Rhys's thighs.
“If you want to protect your human girl, you will let me fuck your throat as you touch yourself. Do it now.”
Tamlin whines in his throat before reaching one of his hands down to take out his throbbing member. Moaning as he strokes it, the precum dribbling out making the slide easier.
“Keep your head still, I'm going to use you like the whore you are, galavanting with humans.” Rhys demands before he uses both hands to grab Tamlin's head as he thrusts hard and fast into his mouth, working himself down his throat.
Tears drip from Tamlin's eyes as Rhys uses his mouth for his pleasure and he quickens his strokes as he works himself closer to a climax.
“I'm going to come on your perfect face and you're going to thank me for it.” Rhys pants as he continues to fuck his mouth.
Tamlin moans as he gets closer, Rhys dirty words turning him on in ways he doesn't want to admit. He squeezes the tip of his cock before stroking a couple more times and then he's crying out around Rhys’ cock and coming onto his hand and the floor.
“Fuck, your godsdamned mouth. Made for this.” Rhys groans as he moves his hips faster before thrusting deep, once, twice and then he's pulling out as the first taste of cum hits Tamlin's tongue, aiming his cock at his face and releasing the rest on that golden mask, cheeks and lips.
Tamlin breathes heavy as he comes down from his climax, dread filling him as he looks up at the other High Lord. He can't believe he just did that.
“What do you say?” Rhys purred, twisting his fingers in Tamlins hair and pulling his hea back, staring down into dazed green eyes.
“Thank you.” Tamlin whispers, knowing that's what he wanted. Anything for Feyre, he reminds himself.
Rhys smirks as he tucks himself back in his pants before cupping Tamlin's cheek with his hand and wiping the spend from his cheek and lip before feeding it into Tamlin's mouth. “What a good boy. I'll see you soon, Tam.”
With that he winnowed away, leaving Tamlin kneeling on the ground, panting with ropes of cum dripping off his face.
Later that night…
Feyre was having a nightmare. It had to be. Shadows fill her mind as a deep voice floats in and asks her name. Something nags at her to not tell the truth. The voice repeats the question until she whispers “Clare Beddor.” A dark laugh rings out as the shadows leave her dream.
@acotar-kinktober Day 8 - Webcam (Azriel, implied Azris)
I was extremely confused by the number of comments on I got on this chapter on Ao3 immediately after posting and remembered Ao3 has a subscribe button. Aha. I need to keep that in mind... anyway click here if you want to see Azriel's butthole be destroyed ig
