FLOWERS [rhink] COMPLETED

HYACINTH

A/n: yo yo yo, so to make up for not updating, this chapter is nothing but smut. Badly writen smut, but i hope yall like it.

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They make it to Rhett’s place, barely, as clothes were barely staying on their owners bodies as fingers tugged, pulled and clawed at the fabric.

Nothing was said as they made their way to Rhett’s bedroom, aside from low, husky groans and soft moans and gasps.

Fortunately, the blonde’s bedroom wasn’t far from the living space, and they made it there with few stops.

Rhett lifted the brunette, who was surprisingly light for his structure, and carried him to the king sized bed, laying him down softly.

He stood above Link, taking in his present composure. His face was flush with thousands of shades of red, his glasses askew and fogged. The pupils of his baby blue eyes were blown wide, til merely a sliver of the beautiful color was left.

“Rhett?” the florist called, voice cracking. He brought a hand to the tattooed man’s face, fingers lacing into the soft, fine hairs of Rhett’s beard.

The blonde smiles, softly, leaning down to capture the brunette’s lips in a kiss. One that ran passion throughout both of their bodies, tingling every limb.

Link’s shirt was the first item to be thrown across the room, Rhett’s following soon after, then their pants and undergarments. The florist was flushed head to toe in red, his body trembling slightly, while Rhett was just the opposite.

Rhett could only imagine Link laid out like this, but on a collection of pretty petals, waiting. Present Link was no different than the one in his mind, except a tad more confident and wasn’t closing his legs. Rhett didn’t pry, though. He instead began to place wet kisses down the trembling limbs, rubbing his sharp hips gently all the while. He eventually felt the brunettes whole frame relax, although still shaking. He stopped his attack on the florist’s stomach to look at his face, which was still a deep red, once relaxed eyes moving to wonder why the blonde had stopped.

“Rhett?” He called, again, voice just as feeble since they started. Rhett smiled softly, placing a soft kiss on Link’s sweat slickened forehead. If he didn’t know better, he would of thought the man beneath him was ill.

“I-is this what s-sex is like?” Link questions after a moment. It halted the taller man for a moment, he wanted to say yes and no. It depended on who it’d be in Rhett’s position, treating the brunette just the same or the opposite. Then it all clicked in his mind. Link was a beautiful, shy mess who knew little to nothing in what was happening, and Rhett was more than happy to teach him.

“Not quite,” He answers. “It’s gets much better.”

Link couldn’t think of much that could be better, although, but he tried. The pleasure that he was just feeling from being near the other man was almost too much. He really knew nothing about sexual intercourse, aside from- oh dear god.

Just as it clicked in his mind, he suddenly felt light and fuzzy. He also felt a wet, warm something licking itself between his buttocks. He dared to look down, slightly afraid, but was even more surprised to see his legs spread wide and blonde hair between them. He felt on fire, every part of him was tingling with pure sensation. Aside from that, he was very embarrassed. It’s not like he didn’t shower, but to have a man between his legs, tonguing at a place he never dared to touch in such a manner, was something he never expected or thought about.

He also never knew that it could feel so good. His ears buzzed loudly, till he couldn’t hear himself making profound noises.

After what seems like forever, Rhett stops, pulling his face up and out of Link’s ass. His lips and tongue were sore, and he was out of breath, but it was all worth it when he saw the florist’s face. It looked as if he was going in and out of consciousness, chest expanding as he drew in deep breaths.