#if you like rhett manhandling you so damn much

[unhinged-nymph]

oh ok so I guess we're starting this episode off with rhett enjoying the view of his buddy getting choked with cream mhm cool cool

Hmmmmm mhm ok yeah sure

yes rhett pls tell us how to properly receive the cream, since you're such an expert

OH OK so now you're gonna manhandle your buddy's chin (per usual) while giving him some tips and tricks??? WIDE BUT TIGHT? How funky fun and fresh that is so chill and casual mhm yup absolutely so normal

[captainsourwolf]

Rhett likes to tease, the fucker. Loves to work Link up with little touches under the table and sly grins when no one is looking and licking his lips while he stares at Link in the monitor.

Link blames him and his teasing for his own current state: drunk and bent over the table, suit pants and briefs bunched down around his butt cheeks and thighs, panting into a plate of celery sticks and cream cheese. He laughs and pushes back against two thick fingers in his ass, clipping off into a filthy moan.

“Come on, I got cream cheese on my face,” Link huffs, grinning when Rhett just grunts and pulls his fingers free.

They’re both a lot a little drunk, their indulgence before the livestream and their couple of drinks during and their two—three?—afterwards hitting hard. Only took a few fumbling steps and shaky hands and sloppy kisses for Link to find himself getting bent over the table face down with big hands working his bottoms off. He’s been hard for awhile, all of Rhett’s teasing doing nothing to alleviate the arousal upon seeing Rhett in his suit.

“Look so good in that suit,” Rhett grumbles. Link giggles into the table. “Gonna fuck you in it.”

And he does, he does. Link watches over his shoulder as Rhett gets his pants undone and shoved halfway down his legs and nudges his underwear down enough to pull his cock out. He slicks himself with the lube they found in the desk earlier and buries a hand in the back of Link’s jacket as he lines up and pushes in too-fast-too-slow. It’s not enough and too much all at once for Link’s tipsy brain to handle, one hand digging into the colorful cheap tablecloth and his other reaching for Rhett.

Rhett twists his hand in Link’s jacket and moans as he bottoms out, pelvis flush with Link’s cheeks, grip tightening in the navy and green fabric. Link flaps his free hand around behind him until he finally lands on Rhett’s leg and can dig his fingers into the meat of his thigh. Groaning, he urges Rhett to move, nails biting into Rhett’s skin as he waits.

After a moment, Rhett finally begins moving. Link fumbles around trying to find a better grip with his hand not holding onto Rhett, anything to ground himself as Rhett fucks him with little shallow thrusts first. He’s being cautious, even in his alcohol-addled state, but Link doesn’t want—doesn’t need—cautious right now.

Right now he wants to be fucked fast and hard, right against this table with that stupid cream cheese on his face and Rhett’s hand holding him down. He wiggles his hips and tries to grind back, get Rhett’s cock deeper, but he can’t. Rhett won’t give in just yet.

“You gotta—“ Link puffs out and tries to tug at Rhett’s thigh. “You gotta move, you gotta fuck me, Rhett, come on!” His dick twitches in agreement where it’s still mostly trapped in his bunched up briefs.

Rhett huffs a laugh, rolling his hips forward nice and slow just to be a tease, and Link whines and feels precum dribbling out, wetting his belly. He shifts around on his feet and raises himself up on his elbow, arching his back in what he hopes is a sexy tease and not some weird drunken thing. When he looks over his shoulder, Rhett’s eyeing him with a smirk on his face.

But then he’s pulling out, making Link whine some more, till he’s gruffly being told to turn over and get his pants off. He doesn’t move fast enough before Rhett is manhandling him around onto the table and grabbing at his pants. Link kicks and flails, only to end up with the material tangled around one leg, but it’s enough.

It’s enough for Rhett to haul him forward and line himself back up and thrust back in in one smooth slide. Link gasps in response and hikes a leg around Rhett’s waist to hold on, Rhett grabbing the other around his thigh to hold him open.

And finally Link gets fucked the way he wants. It’s sloppy and messy and he’s pretty sure there’s gonna be bruises on his thigh. But damn he doesn’t care. Rhett’s hitting his prostate with every thrust and he’s made a mess of himself on his belly and shirt, won’t take much to push him over the edge. He tightens the leg around Rhett’s waist, urging him on faster.

The table creaks under Link’s weight and there’s snacks and empty glasses clattering around every time Rhett fucks into him, some of it falling to the floor. He’s vaguely aware of Rhett saying something, maybe about the mess they’re making or the sticky mess on Link’s torso, who knows. Link definitely doesn’t. He’s too focused on his death grip on the table’s edge and the heavy throb of his cock and the warmth starting spread through every limb.

Suddenly he’s desperate for Rhett to be closer, to fuck harder or faster, something. He’s already getting pounded and Rhett’s losing his rhythm, so instead he settles for leaning up on one hand and grasping at Rhett’s suit with the other.

“Rhett—Rhett, kiss me,” he gasps out. Before Rhett can do it himself, Link is yanking him down into a desperate kiss.

Link moans into Rhett’s mouth and ruts, ruts his cock against Rhett’s belly without any sort of rhythm or steady pace. He’s frantic to get off finally. He’s wet and hard and flushed with arousal from head to toe; he needs to cum and he needs to do it with Rhett’s dick in him.

“Yeah, yeah, Rhett, come on,” Link babbles as he drops clumsily to his elbows. Rhett’s nails bite into his thigh as he wraps his other hand around Link’s shaft, thumb rubbing over the slit and collecting the precum gathered there.

Rhett slicks a loose fist over Link and thrusts one, two, three more times and Link moans, long and loud, and spills over Rhett’s fingers and on his own stomach. He gasps and falls to the table, spent and a little dizzy. Rhett grunts, hips stilling flush against Link’s ass as he cums, hot and fast.

Panting and sweaty, Link reaches for him. Rhett gladly meets him down on the table, grinning and kind of dopey looking, and kisses Link. He misses a bit and lands more on the corner of Link’s mouth and they both laugh, still tipsy.

Rhett pulls back some, smiling, and swipes a thumb over Link’s cheek. “You gotta little—“ he giggles and licks his thumb, “a little somethin’ on your face.”

“Oh yeah? Gonna clean it off for me?”

Rhett holds Link’s face and runs his tongue from chin to forehead, barely getting any of the cream cheese off. But it makes Link squirm and laugh and seek out his mouth for another kiss.

After a moment Rhett lets him go and stands. He slips his dick out and sets about straightening himself up. Link can’t help but watch, pouting as every inch of sweaty tan skin is covered. But he does like the way that suit looks.

“We should wear these more often,” Link says.

Rhett raises an eyebrow, finishes tucking himself into his pants and smoothing the wrinkles.

“We do look good in a suit,” he replies. But then he’s hauling Link across the table and up by the shirt collar, murmuring against his mouth, “but it’s so much more fun to take it off.”

Link wholeheartedly agrees and happily lets Rhett peel his off the rest of the way.

[cockymclaughlin]

What about rhett and dave and link having a threesome but rhett and dave are both being greedy with link and he is being roughed up and tossed around between them:

Rhett’s competitive. 

It’s ingrained in him, so woven into his very atoms that Link’s not sure he’ll ever be able to change it no matter how much therapy he pays for. He doesn’t think it’s particularly a bad thing, anyway. 

Especially not when he’s reaping the benefits of it. 

Which he does more often than he thinks many people realize. 

And the thing about Rhett being competitive is that Dave isn’t, for even a second. Dave is too sure of himself to be competitive. He hasn’t had to prove a damn thing about himself in years, least of all that he knows how to fuck Link. 

But– and, really, Link should have seen this coming eventually– Rhett does. 

He’s not complaining when it means he’s got two pairs of hands on him at once, tugging him between the two of them. Dave’s low voice is in his ear, murmuring something about giving Rhett what he wants, and that’s when Link realizes. Dave’s going to play into this for Rhett. 

So by the time they’ve got him on his knees with Rhett pressing two fingers into Link with a smug, self-satisfied hum, Dave takes it upon himself to get his fingers at Link’s neck, tug him forward until he gets his mouth around Dave’s cock. And Link’s sure the fact that he’s standing by the side of the bed, at the perfect level for Link to suck him off while Rhett fucks him is a jab at Rhett’s height. 

I can do this and you can’t.  

There’s a hum, and Dave’s fingers are gentle and soothing on Link’s scalp where Rhett’s are firm and excited, crooking up and pressing against his prostate just right. It’s a familiar pressure, sending heat trickling down his spine, encouraging him forward, further down Dave’s cock. When he gags a little, he swears he hears Rhett make a low, displeased sound. 

If he didn’t have a cock down his throat, he’d laugh. 

But Dave beats him to it, spurs Rhett on with a, “You make him feel good, too, you know?” 

And Link looks up with watery eyes to see Dave reaching out in what Link imagines is to get a hand on Rhett’s face. He’s sure he’s trying to soothe, to calm him down, and he hears Rhett make a low sound. He hears, “Yeah,” and it’s maybe a bit sheepish. 

“You’re good, Rhett,” Dave says, and Link shows his thanks by relaxing his throat as much as he can, taking a deep breath, and sinking down until his nose hits Dave’s skin. “Oh, fuck.” 

And those hands are both in Link’s hair, scratching at his scalp this time, right as Rhett decides to slip his fingers out. 

Link swallows around Dave’s cock, listens to his desperate, throaty sound, and pulls off with a gasp. “Would y’all just fuck me already?” 

There are bruises littering his hips from Rhett’s grip and his scalp burns from Dave’s nails and his whole body is singing. His cock is hard and wet against his belly, and it’s not fair for them to string him along for some display of dominance like they’re a couple animals in the wild. 

And if Rhett’s going to listen to anyone, it’s going to be Link, so he feels the familiar press of his cock at his hole and Dave chuckles a little bit when Link drops his head between his shoulders with a thick groan as Rhett presses inside. This is what he’s been waiting for, but then he’s being tugged forward again by Dave’s hand in his hair, forcing his head up. 

His eyes are wet when he looks up, makes eye-contact with Dave, sees that cocksure look on his face, like he’s won. And Jesus fuckin’ Christ, maybe Link was wrong after all. When he rolls his eyes, Dave must take it as a compliment because he’s got the head of Dave’s cock at his lips as soon as Rhett is bottoming out. 

His whole body aches from them, but it’s okay because everything is thrumming in time with the rocking of Rhett’s hips against his, Dave’s cock into his mouth. It’s a little bit like being used, and that’s–

Oh, that’s good. That’s hot and sweet and he doesn’t even care that they’re both trying to prove a point here. He doesn’t care that there’s some weird display of power he’s stuck in the middle of. They’ll talk about it later, and Rhett will apologize and Dave will fuck him to let him know it’s okay and Link will get to watch that. He’ll get to sit on a heating pad and tell them both how good they look with each other. 

For now, he’ll arch his back into Rhett’s thrusts, try to keep this throat open for Dave’s. 

When he comes, it’s because Dave’s cock hits the back of his throat and gags him, but he won’t tell Rhett that. 

Instead, he lets Dave groan out a thick, “Fuck, Rhett, look what you did to our boy.” 

Instead, he feels Rhett digging his fingers into Link’s hips even harder, knowing there’ll be more bruises for Link to press into later. 

And Link’s still twitching through the aftershocks, still thrumming and squirming when Dave is pulling him all the way down again, knowing he can handle it. There’s another gag that Link fights off, but he hears Rhett’s loud sound when his whole body contracts at the feeling. 

“Gosh, Link,” Rhett groans, voice going high and curling around the edges. He sounds raw, sounds desperate, sounds exactly like he’s about to come. 

Except Dave is still murmuring at him, still manhandling Link where he wants him, still giving Rhett that fight. It’s hard to stay up on his shaky arms, but Link manages, giving in, too. 

His ears have stopped ringing, and Link can hear the slick sounds of his own throat around Dave’s cock. It’s obscene and loud, and undoubtedly spurring Rhett on even more. When Link reaches back with a careful, trembling hand to grab at Rhett’s thigh and give him a hint, Rhett’s hips snap forward and he’s coming with a loud, shocked sound. 

For a second, Link thinks he hadn’t realized he was that close, but then he’s leaning forward to press his forehead between Link’s shoulder blades and says, “Coulda held off if you wouldn’t have squeezed around me like that.” 

“He does that any time you make him gag,” Dave says, and Link watches him reach for Rhett, knows he’s getting a hand in that mess of curls. “Gets so fuckin’ tight any time you get a couple fingers down his throat.” 

And he rocks his hips forward for good measure, proving a point. 

Knowing his throat is going to be raw and sore, Link whines, looks up at Dave with watery eyes, feels Rhett’s fingers digging in too hard, too much. 

He’s oversensitive and wrung dry and achy, but still chasing that feeling. 

And Dave groans out a thick, “Fuck, baby, just a little bit more for me, okay?” 

Link feels himself trembling. He nods his head, arches back into Rhett for good measure, and there’s a beat where he’s clenching again, listening to Rhett hiss before he’s pulling out. 

The drag of Rhett’s beard down his spine and the feeling of his softening cock slipping out of him is what has him squeezing his eyes shut, actual tears falling, his body going limp against Rhett right as Dave is easing his cock out of Link’s throat. 

He doesn’t hear what Dave says as he comes all over Link’s face, but he hopes it’s a promise to clean his mess. 

He hopes it’s an order for Rhett to do it for him.