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Ryan currently stood in the bedroom with his back turned toward the doorway. His body thrummed with anticipation considering the tone of voice that Shane had used when he told him to go into the bedroom and wait for further instructions. He could feel his anxiety begin to turn into arousal the longer that he stood there in the darkness, his mind running wild with filthy thoughts of what the night had in store for him.
“Close your eyes,” Shane ordered as Ryan heard footsteps shuffle into the room. He closed his eyes immediately even though he was confused as to why he needed to. He got the answer that he wanted when he heard the familiar click of the bedroom lamp being turned on and the sound of Shane rustling through their bedside drawers. It was because Shane didn’t want Ryan to know what he had planned.
Ryan felt Shane come up behind him shortly after, lingering in his space just long enough to feel something gently being placed over his eyes. It caused him to instinctively lift his hands up to his face to feel what was being tied around his head. The only thing that he could think of that would be big enough, and sturdy enough, to act as a blindfold was one of Shane’s colorful bandanas. Unless Shane had gone out and bought an actual blindfold without Ryan knowing.
He touched the soft fabric for a couple of seconds, trying his best to inspect the cloth and confirm his suspicions, but his hands were quickly captured by Shane’s.
“That’s so you won’t be a bad boy and peek without permission,” Shane whispered, flicking the shell of Ryan’s ear with his tongue.
Ryan pushed himself back into Shane’s chest, listening closely to how steady and calm Shane’s breathing was- almost too calm considering the tense atmosphere that surrounded them both.
Ryan allowed Shane to undress him in the silence of the room- fully giving himself over to Shane to do as he pleased- letting large hands roam freely over miles of toned, tan skin as Shane slowly stripped off each individual piece of clothing from Ryan’s body.
Ryan felt Shane’s movements halt after his boxers dropped down his legs and onto the floor. He had no idea what Shane was doing or where he was because of the blindfold, but not knowing was doing more than enough for him. He could feel his dick throb between his legs. The mixture of fear and the excitement of being at Shane’s mercy had him hard and aching to be touched, and they had barely gotten started.
He felt a large hand grip the base of his cock, and let out a loud gasp that sounded like it bounced off of the four walls of the bedroom. Shane nuzzled his head into the bend of Ryan’s neck and started to casually stroke Ryan’s dick. Ryan could feel Shane’s smug smirk burning against his skin.
Shane teased Ryan for a bit like that- slowly jerking Ryan off until his legs began to shake, and he could feel precome beginning to run down the shaft.
Ryan quickly found himself getting closer to the edge, desperate noises filling the empty space between him and Shane. He was already teetering on the edge of orgasm, feeling desperate for release when suddenly Shane’s hands were gone. He whined at the lack of contact, but his whines were cut short as he found himself being led over to a chair. He was then instructed to sit down with his hands clasped together behind the back of it.
He waited silently, filled with anticipation, as he listened to the sound of his frantic breathing while trying to place where and what Shane was doing.
Ryan almost jumped out of his skin when he felt the first scratch of rope against his bare skin. He heard Shane huff out a laugh in the darkness before the rough material dragged across his sensitive nipples, causing his hips to unceremoniously arch up out of the chair.
Shane ran the rope across Ryan’s chest until both of the buds were a shade of deep red, puffy, and hardened to peaks. Ryan had a hard time keeping himself from whimpering at the pain.
Ryan felt the rope being tied around his chest moments later, followed by another strand placed just above his belly button, which had tightly secured him to the chair. His hands were the next to be bound- tied together, clasped securely behind his back, and behind the chair.
He struggled against the ties in an attempt to try and get a feel for the durability of whatever Shane had rigged him up in- and come to find out, they were pretty fucking sturdy. The ties that had restrained him made it almost completely impossible to move. He truly was at Shane’s mercy now. All he could do was sit and wait for whatever came next.
Ryan heard the familiar clank of Shane’s belt being undone and he couldn’t help but imagine him undressing in front of him. He was sad that he didn’t get to watch Shane strip out of his clothes. Ryan always loved to watch the obscene way that Shane’s large cock slapped against his lower abdomen when he pulled off his boxers. He let a small moan slip out at the image he had created behind his eyelids. God, it really was his favorite part. It never failed to make his mouth water.
His ears perked up when he heard more shuffling coming from somewhere in the room. He couldn’t gauge Shane’s movements from the quiet sounds alone, which was both thrilling and unnerving at the same time.
The unexpected smack of a hand landed on Ryan’s right thigh, causing his whole body to jerk against the restraints and pulling them somehow impossibly tighter. It sucked the breath right out of him. He never knew that his thighs were as sensitive as they evidently were, or that such an action would pull such a knee jerk reaction out of him. But he also hadn’t really put a lot of thought into it until now.
“I want you to tell me to stop, at any time, if it ever becomes too much, okay?” Shane whispered against Ryan’s ear, hands barely skimming Ryan’s sides, causing goosebumps to erupt all over his body. “What’s your color?”
“Green, daddy,” Ryan replied quickly, not an ounce of hesitation in his voice. Whatever Shane had up his sleeve must be damn good if he was breaking out the color system. They only used it when things had the potential to get a bit rough or threatened to push certain limits, and that had Ryan’s body buzzing with excitement.
The next touch came some time later. Ryan had quit trying to keep track of time by that point. Shane’s hands ran between Ryan’s inner thighs, spreading them apart as he roughly groped the taught, muscular flesh and gave them each a firm squeeze before landing another hit to both simultaneously.
“ Ahh! Fuck ,” Ryan cursed as his whole body thrummed with a dangerous mixture of both pain and pleasure, his cock dribbling against his belly.
“You know better than to speak without permission, baby,” Shane scolded, his voice deep and rich with lust as he laid another smack to Ryan’s thigh- this time incredibly close to where his cock lay. “Don’t do it again or you’ll be punished.”
Ryan let out a nervous whimper and nodded in reply. He didn’t dare try and push his luck with Shane when they were in a scene like this. He knew better. Not to mention he could already feel the heat that had started to radiate off of his thighs with each smack of Shane’s hands, and they hadn’t really even been played with yet. He had no doubt that his thighs were already red and splotchy with Shane’s handprints. Fuck, he wished that he could see them for himself.
He was taken out of his thoughts when the next few hits fell, each placed at different times with varying intensities. Shane made sure to smooth over the areas after every few smacks, rubbing his hands over the raised spots and pressing his fingers in ever so slightly, making the sting radiate throughout Ryan’s body time and time again.
Ryan’s hips stuttered against the chair when he felt the sharp dig of Shane’s blunt fingernails rake over his newly tender thighs. His whole body writhed as the ropes dug into his skin in the most delicious way. He couldn’t believe he was getting off on the pain that accompanied the pleasure of Shane’s hands against his thighs. But it was evident from the way that his cock throbbed and leaked with more precome after every one of Shane’s actions.
“Fucking look at you, Ry. You’re dripping,” Shane groaned hoarsely, as he swiped his thumb over Ryan’s reddened, swollen cockhead, stopping to play with the slit where precome was steadily pooling and had begun to dribble down the shaft. “Always so wet for daddy aren’t you, baby?”
Ryan couldn’t muster up a response with the way that Shane was playing with his cock, instead giving him a slight nod. The grip on his dick went from light and teasing to as tight as a vice without any warning as Shane squeezed Ryan’s hard cock between his palm and four fingers, tugging at it in leisurely motions. Ryan practically choked on his saliva when he attempted to suck in a breath.
“You like it when I get a little rough, huh? Maybe I should grab another section of rope and tie it at the base of your cock. I could use it as a makeshift cock ring and keep you from coming until I let you,” Shane said with a dark chuckle while hastening his movements. “What do you think of that?”
“Daddy,” Ryan whimpered while he tried, helplessly, to move himself away from Shane’s touches, even though jolts of electricity thrummed through his body like he was a live wire. It felt so unbelievably good, but it was becoming harder for him to stave off his orgasm and be the good boy that Shane wanted him to be.
“I’m so close. I need more daddy, please ,” Ryan begged, feeling tears begin to dampen the fabric that was secured over his eyes. “Please smack my thighs again.”
“Oh, Ry,” Shane snickered, as he landed a couple random hits to the innermost portion of Ryan’s thighs before roughly pulling them apart and moving Ryan’s ass closer to the edge of the chair. The ropes were no doubt now leaving impressions in sun kissed skin. “What makes you think I’m going to let you come so soon, hm? Daddy’s just getting started with you.”
Ryan let out a small sob at Shane’s words, his cock straining painfully against his belly. Seconds later Shane’s long fingers ghosted across his balls and down between his cheeks brushing teasingly over his fluttering, puckered hole.
The position that Ryan had been placed in wasn’t ideal for Shane to finger him, but he figured that it more than likely wasn’t Shane’s intention in the first place. Shane knew how sensitive Ryan was to having his ass played with- even the smallest of touches had his hole quivering with the need to be filled and his cock jumping for attention. He let out a sad whimper when Shane’s touch left him. Shane didn’t play with his hole for nearly long enough in his opinion, and that response earned him a sharp slap to both of his thighs.
“Now, now, Ry. You’ve got to be a good boy and take what I give you, or I’ll leave you like this and your pretty little cock will just have to wait,” Shane taunted as he peppered little red marks into the skin of Ryan’s upper thigh with the palm of his hand before he switched over to the other, giving it the same treatment. “Tell daddy your color, baby.”
“Green. It’s green, but it hurts- hurts so fucking good,” Ryan moaned as his legs began to tremble. His body was torn between the urge to push up into Shane or to try and back away. “Please don’t stop. I want to see how you’ve marked me up tomorrow.”
“You’re devilish. You’re bad. Such a bad boy for loving this so much,” Shane groaned, the deep timbre of his voice shooting tingles down Ryan’s spine. Ryan almost missed the hint of fondness in Shane’s voice, but he caught it, and that made him feel even hotter.
“I am . I am bad. So bad ,” Ryan cried when Shane’s hands gripped his sore thighs tightly.
He expected Shane to scold him for talking back without permission, but instead of being scolded he heard Shane moving around again and a quiet ‘you sure are baby.’
“Let’s get you untied, yeah?” Shane asked, his voice rough, gravelly- Ryan’s favorite way for Shane to speak to him in moments like this. Shane’s voice was easily one of his go to things to think of when he got himself off, and it was definitely not making things any easier on Ryan.
Ryan nodded his head and then felt the damp, soft cotton bandana being removed from his eyes. He blinked a couple of times so his eyes could adjust to the dim lighting of the room before he looked down at his lap. The image that he was met with took his breath away.
Damage had definitely been done, and fuck if it wasn’t one of the hottest things that he had ever seen. His cock was straining against his abdomen- the head an angry, dark red color, and it was leaking profusely. His balls were pulled tight, close to the base of his dick and ready to explode.
His thighs looked fucking wrecked. Different swatches of reds and purples painted both his inner and outer thighs. A few of the areas were raised and some even had a clear outline of Shane’s handprint from where he had been branded by Shane’s big hands. And then to top it all off, there sat Shane between his wide open thighs wearing a big fucking smirk. He looked incredibly sexy and extremely proud of the work that he had painted across Ryan’s body.
“Fuck, baby boy. You look so hot with my marks all over you. You were such a good boy and didn’t come without my permission. I’m so proud of you,” Shane praised, leaning up to give Ryan a kiss before he started to unravel the ties of the last few ropes. “Do you feel like riding me baby? I want to see those pretty thighs work as you get yourself off on my cock.”
“O-okay. Y-yeah, yeah. I can do that. Want your cock, daddy,” Ryan stuttered, his brain hazy and his legs quivering as he attempted to stand from the chair.
He stretched his arms and flexed his abdominal muscles, encouraging the feeling to come back into the areas where the rope had bitten into his skin, the coarse strands leaving an imprint there. He barely took a step forward before his legs buckled, but thankfully, like always, Shane was there to catch him.
“Look how fucked out you already are,” Shane admired as he sat himself down on the chair and pulled Ryan onto his lap, into a straddle. “How are you going to ride me, baby? I don’t think you have the strength. Do you want me to take care of you, instead?”
Ryan shook his head violently, an unhappy sound escaping his throat.
“No!” Ryan practically shouted, which earned him a disappointed look and a small slap to the back of his left thigh. “N-no. I can,” he said, looking down to where his red thighs trembled and sucked in a deep breath. “I’m sure that I can do it. I wanna ride you. Please let me ride your big cock.”
“You beg so pretty for me, baby boy. How could I tell you no when you’ve been so good?” Shane asked as he cupped Ryan’s face in his hands and brought him in for another kiss. “Let’s move this over to the bed. Stand up for me and I’ll help you get there. Okay?”
Ryan nodded and shakily removed himself for Shane’s lap, his heart thudding loudly in his chest. As soon as he was on his own two feet, Shane’s hands were glued to his waist, keeping him grounded.
Shane stood up too, but his hands never left Ryan’s hips. He carefully moved them both over to the bed, and made sure that Ryan was steady enough on his own two feet before he let go. Ryan watched with wide, eager eyes as Shane spread himself out across the bed and once he got comfortable, motioned for Ryan to come and get on top of him.
Shane offered Ryan his hands to hold onto while he climbed onto the mattress and Ryan took them without hesitation. Mere seconds later, Ryan found his bare ass resting against Shane’s hard cock.
To Ryan’s knowledge, Shane hadn’t given himself much attention, but then again he had been blindfolded until moments ago. He knows how much Shane gets off on his noises, so it wouldn’t really surprise him if Shane had reached down to give himself a few strokes to take the edge off while he watched Ryan writhe and moan against the chair.
Ryan scooted himself back until he was seated on the upper portion of Shane’s thighs and was finally able to get a good look at Shane’s deliciously beautiful cock. The sight never failed to make Ryan’s mouth flood with saliva.
It was just the right length, and the perfect thickness where Ryan could swallow it down to the base, ripping that guttural moan from Shane that he loved to hear before he had to pull off to breathe. And there’s a prominent vein that runs on the underside of the shaft, just below the head, and Shane loses his mind when Ryan runs his tongue along it and plays with the little bundle of nerves at the tip.
Shane’s dick was at the top of the list of things that Ryan loved about Shane, but he loved it the most when it looked the way that it did now: rock hard, with a pearl of precome beading at the slit of the cockhead.
Ryan couldn’t resist himself and ran his thumb through the sticky substance, smearing it across the head, and then sucking the digit into his mouth and moaning obscenely at the taste. He had always been a bit of a cum slut when it came to Shane. But when it’s a man like that, who could really blame him?
Ryan heard Shane’s breath hitch when he licked the precome from his thumb. His mouth fell open in awe as he watched Shane take his dick in his own hand and started to stroke himself. He went to bat Shane’s hand away, wanting to be the one to jerk Shane off- always loving the feeling of Shane hardening in his palm- but Shane just smacked Ryan’s hand away.
A pout fell on Ryan’s plump, pink lips.
“Don’t be like that, baby. I’m getting myself ready so that you can ride me. I just had to take a second to appreciate how sexy you look all marked up for me,” Shane groaned as he jerked his cock a bit faster, a curse slipping past his lips when he twisted the tight sheath of his fingers around his cockhead. “Fuck. Do I need to prep you? I know how much you love my fingers. Do you want them tucked deep inside of you, baby boy?”
Ryan did have a deep love for Shane’s fingers. They were long and slender and Shane knew all of the right ways to make Ryan fall apart within minutes.
Unfortunately, Ryan had prepped himself in the shower earlier that night because he had had a hunch that something fun like this would be happening, and he always liked to be ready for the taking. He’s very thankful that he did, because at the rate he’s going at, he wouldn’t have lasted two seconds if Shane started prodding those sinful fingers against his prostate with ease.
“I do- so much- but I did it earlier. I’m ready for you now, daddy. Please don’t make me wait any longer,” Ryan whispered, pouting his bottom lip out further and widening his eyes that were brimming with faux innocence. He scooted himself back to where Shane’s cock could slide easily between his cheeks - the head catching against the puffy rim.
“Ah, ah, ah, baby. Don’t tease,” Shane warned through gritted teeth when his cock pushed slightly past the tight, resistant, puckered rim and then slid along up Ryan’s crack. “I won’t hesitate to smack those thick thighs of yours until they’re bruised. You’ll feel it every time you move tomorrow if you keep this up.”
“But it feels so good daddy,” Ryan moaned softly, repeating the motion that he had just made, this time allowing for Shane’s dick to fully breach his hole before he pushed him out again- a satisfied smirk plastered on his face.
He was pushing his luck when he started to tease Shane like this. He really loved riling Shane up and watching him become more and more unhinged. It would also have been a lie if Ryan said his cock didn’t twitch with interest at the thought of his thighs aching as they rubbed together when he walked the next day. Not to mention the pure pleasure that had flooded through his body when Shane’s palm connected with them.
“Why are you being so bad tonight? Can’t even ride my cock without being a brat. Don’t you want to be able to walk correctly tomorrow?” Shane huffed, his tone caught somewhere between annoyed and sexually frustrated, but Ryan could still hear the tiniest bit of fondness. Shane had a soft spot for his bratty boy and Ryan knew that.
Ryan gasped when Shane removed his hands from his thighs and gave a sharp smack to the meaty, innermost part of both. Shane chuckled at the noise and then moved one hand to hold Ryan’s hip to keep him in place, and then the other moved down to his own cock. Shane stroked himself a couple of times before Ryan felt the head being guided to his hole.
“I guess daddy is just going to have to teach you a lesson now, isn’t he?” Shane teased, his voice now filled with absolute dominance and his eyes burning dark with lust.
Ryan played it smart and didn’t answer aloud, instead choosing to nod his head in response. He wanted this. He wanted it rough so fucking badly.
He watched Shane smirk and received a kiss from him before he felt Shane’s dick prod against his rim, his grip on Ryan’s hips unyielding. Ryan couldn’t help the way his eyes rolled back when Shane finally pulled him down onto his cock.
The intense pressure and initial stretch of Shane filling him up was always unlike anything else that he had ever l experienced. The burn never failed to make his whole body tingle with pleasure. He felt like he was being split in two- filled to the brim in the best way possible.
The first two inches alone had Ryan’s body feeling like it was a flame flickering in the wind, one strong gust and everything would be lit on fire. But he wasn’t about to stop sinking down until his thighs pressed against Shane’s and he could feel Shane’s balls nestled firmly against his ass.
“You’re still so god damn tight even though you’re such a little slut for me,” Shane gritted out, his fingers digging into the meat of Ryan’s thighs once again. “Fucking beautiful.”
“Ah! Feels so good… oh god… . Love feeling you - uh- tear me apart daddy,” Ryan rasped with a broken moan as he continued to push himself down inch by fucking inch.
Ryan’s thighs had begun to quiver by the time he had sunk himself about half way onto Shane’s big dick. It caused him to pause his movements which earned him a slap to his right thigh.
“Keep going baby. You’re doing so good, but this is a punishment and you aren’t going to stop until you’re stuffed full ,” Shane half praised, half reminded, his tone firm and unwavering.
Ryan took in several deep breaths, steadying himself before rocking back impossibly further onto Shane’s cock. His body felt like it was on fire. Every hair on his body stood up while pure arousal bubbled in his lower abdomen, his own cock leaking out such an amount of precome that it ran down the shaft.
When his reddened, sore thighs finally rested flush against Shane’s own, he shot Shane a smug smirk and then pulled him into a kiss. Ryan sat there completely stretched out. He ached to move, but at the same time he wanted to relish the burn that prickled at the base of his spine.
Ryan could feel Shane’s thighs begin to tremble with the desire to fuck up into him the longer that he lingered. He knew that even though Shane was the one in control, he still had the ability to make Shane desperate and ready to pound him into the mattress.
Usually Shane would allow for Ryan to be on top and in control of the pace until his thighs were aching and he had run out of steam, leaving him begging for Shane to help him out. From then on it would be in Shane’s hands. Ryan would find himself face down, ass up, ready to be absolutely ruined. And ruined he would be by the end of it.
But tonight Ryan wanted to stay on top. He wanted to make Shane come like this. He wanted to wring every last drop out of Shane’s cock as it filled him full.
That thought had Ryan moving, slowly circling his hips and clenching down around Shane’s dick as he got a feel for just how deep Shane was buried inside of him. He placed his hands on his belly, and he could’ve sworn he felt the nudge of Shane’s cock in his lower abdomen. It made him choke out a moan.
“Fuck, Ry. You feel like heaven. So hot and tight and all for me. You’re doing so good,” Shane moaned his praise as Ryan started to move himself up a couple of inches before dropping himself down to the hilt. “You always take me so well. It’s fucking sinful watching your beautifully wrecked thighs bulge while you bounce on me.”
“Ah! Fuck, daddy,” Ryan meweled as he set a steady rhythm for himself. He made sure to pull himself off until just the tip of Shane’s cock breached his hole and pushed himself down to the base, reveling in the way that his hole stretched with every move.
Ryan was enjoying taking his time, but he could hear how Shane’s noises were getting shorter and more like a grunt- a sign that he was becoming impatient with Ryan’s movements. Ryan had been leisurely sliding himself up and down the shaft, riding Shane at his own pace and savoring every single inch of the large cock that was currently cramming him full.
The sting of Shane’s palm on the outer portion of his left thigh tore Ryan from his thoughts. The noise that Ryan made was somewhere between a whimper and a choked off moan, his cock blurting out another blob of precome.
Ryan thought that the smacks alone were more than enough to push him over the edge, but now that they were paired with Shane’s dick being buried deep inside of him, he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he came.
“Oh god… oh shit… fuck ,” Ryan cried, fucking himself as hard and as fast as he possibly could while his thigh muscles burned with every movement. “I’m already close, daddy.”
When he looked up to see Shane’s reaction, he was met with the beautiful sight of Shane with his head thrown back and his mouth agape in complete bliss. He kept panting and slipping out delicious groans every time Ryan would impale himself.
Ryan felt Shane’s hands resume purchase on his waist, but this time instructing Ryan's hips to gyrate in the way that he wanted them to. By that point, Ryan’s breathing had been compressed into shallow bursts of air.
“Are your legs tired, baby?” Shane asked, cocking an eyebrow at Ryan and making sure that it was okay for him to take control. Ryan couldn’t nod his head fast enough.
“Daddy’s going to take care of you, now. Gonna make you come,” Shane growled as he snapped his hips up, pushing his cock into Ryan so fast that the sound of skin on skin echoed throughout the otherwise quiet room. “You want that, baby? Want daddy to fuck you and slap your pretty thighs until you make yourself all filthy?”
“Mmm-hm. Please, fuck. Want that so bad,” Ryan whimpered, his head lolling to the side as his fingernails dug harshly into the meat of Shane’s thighs.
Shane was fast in reacting to the pain, bringing his palm down and giving a harsh hit to one thigh and then the other- both of Ryan’s thighs blooming with color once again.
“Oh god… Daddy… please…,” Ryan cried, feeling Shane’s cockhead brush against his prostate while simultaneously earning another hit.
When Ryan looked down to where Shane’s hands spanned across the whole area of his thighs, he could see the faint outline of multiple red handprints, of all different colors, littered across them. He could also see where his cock bobbed between his legs: a trail of precome dribbling out of the slit, and trickling down into the neatly trimmed public hair that laid just above his balls.
He had gotten so caught up in the sight along with the overpowering mixture of both pleasure and pain that he had spaced out. That fog went away quickly when Shane shifted his hips, changing the angle, and began to nail Ryan’s prostate over and over.
“God, you feel so tight around me. Your greedy little hole just sucks me in,’ Shane grunted, his thrusts becoming sporadic and messy. “ Fuck , baby.”
Ryan could feel the way that Shane’s balls had tightened against his ass. That, and with the fact that his thrusts were falling more and more out of rhythm, had Ryan’s excitement growing. Shane was getting close and Ryan couldn’t wait to be pumped full of Shane’s hot load.
He watched beads of sweat start to trickle down from Shane’s hairline to his cheek as he continued to work his cock into Ryan with fervor.
“Touch me. Please, daddy,” Ryan begged, bringing his hand up to ghost over his nipples and shuddering at the touch. “I’ve been a good boy for you, haven’t I?”
Shane hummed in thought, but didn’t reply. Instead he brought his hand down onto Ryan’s left thigh with a sharp, thunderous smack- going as close to Ryan’s cock as he could without touching it directly.
Ryan felt his eyes screw shut as his toes curled. His chest was heaving from how heavily his breathing had become, trying his best to hold off his orgasm until Shane granted him permission. But he knew that he would be a goner if Shane spanked him like that again.
Shane must not have been able to decipher Ryan’s body’s reaction, because he had started to slowly rub his hands over the heated skin of Ryan’s thighs. He massaged the area until he had Ryan groaning and pulled him into a kiss.
“You’re doing so good. Always so good for me,” Shane praised against Ryan’s lips, his tone firm, the words soft. “I need you to tell me your color before I keep going though, baby.”
Ryan let out a pitiful noise when Shane stilled his thrusts as he waited for an answer. He attempted to move himself back, to push himself deep onto Shane’s cock, so desperate to chase his release that he was past the point of caring about anything else. Shane’s hands pressed into the soft flesh of Ryan’s hips and prevented him from grinding down- his way of reminding Ryan who was in charge.
“What did I just say? I know you’re close, but that doesn’t mean you can ignore me,” Shane snapped, all softness from his voice now replaced with annoyance. “Now, I’m going to ask you one more time. If you don’t tell me your color, you will NOT be coming tonight. Do you understand?”
It took everything in Ryan for him to not tear up. He didn’t want to tell Shane his color. All he wanted to do was come. But the thought of Shane edging him like this, and then denying him his orgasm had Ryan mustering up a response.
“Green. It- it’s green,” Ryan managed to finally get out, his voice hoarse and his brain foggy with need. “Please let me come.”
“There’s my good boy,” Shane complimented with a smile before giving Ryan another kiss. “Do you want me to ease up on the smacks?”
Ryan shook his head, a faint blush creeping up his cheeks at his answer. “I want you to keep going, please.”
He was a bit embarrassed by how much he loved getting his thighs smacked. There was something so exhilarating about the sting of pain and the wash of pleasure right after that made arousal swim in the pit of his stomach.
Once Shane was pleased with Ryan’s answer, he began to fuck back up into him like it was the only thing that he knew how to do. God, Ryan loved when Shane got like this- not letting up until Ryan had come and then using Ryan’s spent hole to get himself off.
It didn’t take much before Ryan was gripping onto Shane tightly, his prostate being assaulted with every calculated thrust. He looked down to where his neglected cock stood rock hard, red and steadily dribbling, making a small puddle onto Shane’s abdomen.
He instinctively went to wrap a hand around himself, knowing that all it would take was a stroke or two before he was losing himself in the throes of an orgasm. But Shane smacked his hand away before he could even get his hand anywhere near his dick. Ryan let out a punched out noise.
The noise earned Ryan the loud crack of Shane’s palm to his right thigh, which had Ryan’s cock jerking at the action. Shane must’ve seen the reaction because several hits were then peppered across his thighs immediately after.
“You live this so much, don’t you? Do you think that you can come just from me playing with your thighs?” Shane asked, but not giving Ryan time to answer. “Because I think that you can.”
Ryan’s whole body shuddered at the thought of coming just from his thighs being spanked. The pain was such a delicious addition to the electricity that thrummed throughout his body and he absolutely craved to feel that as he came.
“Come on, Ry. Show daddy just how much you love this,” Shane moaned, his legs beginning to tremble, on the verge of his own impending orgasm.
Ryan clenched tightly around Shane’s cock, a dirty, bratty move considering the predicament that he was currently in, but the primal growl that he earned from Shane, and the simultaneous hit to his thigh, was well worth it.
“ Fuck, Daddy- I- I- ,” Ryan cried out as tears seeped from the corners of his eyes and his body jerked sporadically- his climax overtaking both his body and mind.
His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his lungs burned as he struggled to take in deep breaths. He shook with pleasure from head to toe, this no doubt being one of the most intense orgasms that he had in a long time. Damn, Shane had fucked him so good that he felt as if he was floating- his brain foggy and body lax.
“That was so fucking hot, baby. You did so good for daddy. Gonna fill you up now,” Shane grunted, barely having the time to finish his statement before his hips stuttered, burying himself to the hilt as he pumped Ryan full of his come.
Ryan’s body fell limp against Shane’s shortly after, their chests now resting against each other, rising and falling in unison as they both came down from their post-orgasmic highs.
Ryan wasn’t surprised when Shane rolled them until he was laid flat against the duvet. He always was able to bounce back before Ryan, but could you really blame Ryan for being complete mush after receiving a pounding like that?
He whimpered when Shane eventually pulled out. His whole body was heavy and sore, not to mention the way his hole felt raw and open. He was so loose he could feel Shane’s come leaking out of him the longer he laid there, and fuck, he loved the sensation.
Ryan let out a disappointed noise when Shane unwrapped himself from him, leaving Ryan cold and alone in their bed while Shane went to get stuff to clean them up.
Shane returned minutes later carrying a moistened towel and a container of something that Ryan hadn’t ever seen before. It must’ve been something that Shane had bought in preparation for the after care of their activities tonight.
While Ryan loved the side of Shane that wasn’t afraid to shatter his body into pieces and then put them back together, he also loved the softer side of Shane that was always worried about him, and wanted to make sure that he was well taken care of. Ryan just loved Shane so fucking much.
Ryan watched through hooded eyes as Shane began to wipe him off, starting with the sweat on his forehead and then onto his cheeks and down the column of his throat.
“Shane,” Ryan croaked when Shane wiped off the trails of sweat that had beaded down his chest, ghosting lightly over his sensitive nipples. Shane sent a devious smirk at Ryan before moving lower down his body.
Ryan’s whole body shivered when the warmth of the towel swiped tenderly over the muscles of his lower abdomen and the v of his hips, cleaning up the streaks of come that had begun to dry there.
“Easy, Ry. I’ve got you,” Shane assured as he gently cleaned the rest of the come off Ryan’s softened cock and his upper thighs.
The gasp that left Ryan’s mouth when he felt the soft material graze over his taint and down to his sore hole bounced off of the bedroom walls. Ryan was incredibly sensitive after sex, but Shane always knew how to take care of him without pushing too far.
It felt so good even though the dull pain was present. By the time Shane had finished cleaning Ryan’s body, he was letting out little airy huffs and his cock had already started to perk up with interest again.
Ryan watched Shane drop the towel and grab the container through his daze. Seconds later he felt the cool, tingling sensation of lotion being massaged into his imprinted thighs. It stung when Shane pressed his fingers deep into the muscles, but there was so much relief once the cream was lathered across his skin.
Shane had definitely outdone himself when he picked this lotion, because it was soothing and took away the burn that occasionally flared throughout Ryan’s thighs. Shane’s fingers were talented, Ryan knew that, but he couldn’t keep himself from letting out a couple of stray moans every now and then with Shane’s hands working on him.
Ryan let out a dissatisfied squeak when Shane left him again to go put the stuff away, which earned him a soft chuckle from Shane from across the room.
When Shane came back to bed, Ryan noticed he was dressed in a pair of boxers and was carrying a pair for him. Shane instructed Ryan to lift his hips up and helped him get into his boxers before he scooped him up and laid them both down onto the bed sheets.
“I love you,” Ryan mumbled against Shane’s chest once he had Shane’s arms wrapped around him and their bodies were pressed together under the warm covers.
“I love you too,” Shane sighed, burying a kiss into Ryan’s hair. “I hope I wasn’t too rough. Are you okay?”
Ryan looked up at Shane with nothing but love on his face and in his eyes. He could see the worry flooding Shane’s face. Ryan was quick to assure him.
“Mhm. It was perfect. You were perfect,” Ryan said, leaning up to peck Shane on the lips before resting his head once again on Shane’s chest. “Thank you for taking such good care of me.”
“I’ll always take care of you- no matter when or where or how,” Shane murmured, rubbing his hand across Ryan’s muscular back, feeling the pattern of his breathing. “I’d do anything for you, even if it includes some crazy sex idea.”
Ryan couldn’t help but giggle at that. Shane always indulged him, even if his ideas were a bit out there.
“Now, you get some sleep, baby,” Shane whispered. “I love you.”
“Love you more,” Ryan responded as he snuggled closer into Shane, before drifting off into sleep.