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Halloween was a fun time to play dress-up, wear spooky masks or just to fill yourself with candy and later regret it when your stomach starts to hurt, or your teeth start to sting with all the sugar.
Now, Jack loved spooky season. He loved playing his annoying pranks and jokes, and even the scary makeup and costumes. Timothy loved the theme of ghouls and the black cats. Rhys loved the pumpkin-shaped Reese's chocolates, they just tasted better than the normal ones.
Ironic, isn’t it.
Timothy was in their shared bedroom fixing up his black-dyed hair and blended in his matching black cat ears into his messy head of puff. Of course he was going to dress up as a cat, he loved the warm little creatures. He had his own black and white tuxedo cat named Stache, because…his fur markings made it look like he had a mustache.
He convinced Rhys to be another cat with him, but with red ears to match his own auburn hair, and sleek black makeup to compliment the look. Rhys was already done setting himself up and was waiting on the bed. Rhys passed Tim a small chocolate candy, to which he took, unwrapped and ate in one bite.
“Kittens!” Jack burst in dressed to the nines as a devil. Horns and all.
“I knew it. It’s fitting.” Rhys chuckled.
Timothy was unphased, fiddling with his outfit. He wore black leather booty-shorts with a pair of black combat boots that laced up just beneath his knee, and a fishnet top. Rhys, however, wore a pair of red leggings under a pencil mini skirt, feet wearing seductive black pumps.
“ Damn , you two wanna just skip the party and have some fun instead?” The Handsome Devil™ grinned and waggled his brow.
“But I spent an hour getting all put together, you demon.” Rhys huffed. He wanted his outfit to be seen and admired by those at the costume party.
Timothy gave a look of interest. “I mean…”
“ No , we’re going to this damn party, and then we can have fun.”
Jack slumped and rubbed his brow.
“Fine, pumpkin.”
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The costume party was chock full of lower and middle managers within Hyperion. They went for the free booze and the chance of getting sixty seconds in the janitor closet with some hot babe dressed as a cheerleader or a nurse.
Hyperion’s big bad devil gave a toast after his speech about how “happy and honored he was to be hosting such a lively bunch,” but really he just wanted to go back home with his kittens and play around. He was inwardly boorish, barely maintaining a party face. God he didn’t want to be here.
Rhys was off with his friends, shorty and mean lady. Mean lady gave Rhys a look and subtly gave him a thumbs up, approving of his getup.
Tim kept on with small talk with some of the executives in hopes to kill some time. He’d shoot Jack a glance every so often wondering if he was going to finally pull him and Rhys out and back home so they could tail Rhysie into the mattress.
They were tantalizing to Jack, his boys dressed so skimpy and wanting to show off. Rhys did say they could have fun after they got to the party, didn’t he? Like hell he was going to blue-ball Jack.
He pulled out his phone and went straight to his texts with a devilish grin on his face.
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Rhys’ hair was more wild than earlier and it perfectly blended in his cat ears better than the intentional styling.
While Jack wanted to get straight to “business” in his office, Timothy insisted they just go back home so they didn’t need to hold back on anything. To which Jack begrudgingly agreed. Now both Jack and Tim had Rhys on their large bed on his back, stuck between the two older men as Jack ate him out and Timothy had his and Rhys’ mouths welded together.
Tim’s hands roved over fair and soft skin, tracing down and around his neck, slowly making his way down to the faded scars on his chest that he so adored on him. They were a sign of strength and a sort of rebirth for Rhys since he left that hospital a brand new man.
Jack was incredibly deep between Rhys’ thighs. He’d stay here all day if he could, pulling out soft moans and gasps while toying with the slick folds of his kitten’s pussy. He was so unbelievably hard in that moment it almost hurt and it drove him nuts.
It wasn’t long until Jack and Tim were both balls deep inside Rhys and all three were a moaning mess.
Tim’s hair was sweaty and stuck to his forehead while being attentive to the back of Rhys’ neck and Jack was devouring his mouth, thumb making slow, firm circles around Rhys’ swollen clit.
Rhys was a downright mess between the older men as he was stuffed full. Tim and Jack thrust in sync, touching and rubbing through the thin layer of skin.
“Jaaaack–” Rhys gasped.
“Mmf.” Tim huffed behind him.
Tim was the first to come, followed by Rhys who shuddered and trembled intensely. Jack slowed his large thumb on Rhys’ clit when his orgasm cleaved through, his core snapping free from an intense knot as he filled Rhys to the brim. A very slight belly bulge from both him and Timothy nestled inside as well as the amount of come from the two.
Tim carefully pulled out as well as Jack, settling Rhys down on the bed. He was out by the time his back hit the bed and it amused the hell out of Jack.
“Aww he’s all tuckered out.”
“Well, yeah, I wonder why.” Tim snorted. They had both been at him for a long while, edging and riling him up. He got to cleaning Rhys’ thighs gently so as to not stir him awake, and Jack faceplanted into the pillows beside him. Timothy did the same, pulling the sheets over the three of their forms before succumbing to deep sleep himself.
This Halloween was definitely a fun one.