Backdated Fic Take Four
Mar. 24th, 2003 09:32 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
scarylullabiez“How’s this gonna work?” Ryan asked. He sat down on the bed, wearing just some old pajama bottoms. Hayden gulped.
“Take off your pants and sit on the bed,” he instructed. Ryan obeyed, kneeling near the foot of the bed.
“Any particular position?” he asked.
Hayden grunted and looked away.
“You know how to seduce someone,” he snapped. “Don’t make me….” He was going to say ‘say it,’ but spent a moment searching for something meaner. “…micromanage,” he finished, feeling rather smug.
Ryan looked at the floor and shifted until he was leaning back on his heals, thighs spread wide enough to be a bit of a stretch, forearms pressed together behind his back. Hayden was a little startled by the submission the pose displayed. He said so without thinking. Ryan snorted, but didn’t look up from the floor.
“I’ve been in his bed before, treasure; I know what he likes better than his little brother.”
Hayden was about to retort, but stopped when he heard the key in the lock. He dove into the closet and peered out at Ryan.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Ryan hissed. Hayden shook his head, and almost stopped breathing when Tove came in. There was a long moment of silence.
“What the shit is this?” Tove snapped.
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Ryan licked his lips and fought to keep his eyes from darting to the cracked closet door.
“I wanted to make it up to you for the other night. Sir.” He glanced up at Tove through his lashes.
“Really,” Tove grunted disbelievingly.
Ryan’s mouth went dry. He had planned on closing his eyes and pretending Tove was Hayden, but he could already tell he wasn’t going to be able to. Tove’s voice was cold, his body rigid. There didn’t seem to be even the faintest similarity between him and Hayden at the moment.
“Yes,” was the only answer he could think to give.
Tove just stood there and looked him over. After what seemed like a century, he said,
“Alright. But let’s make sure you don’t run away this time.” He unbuckled his belt and every muscle in Ryan’s body tensed. Tove strode to the bed, seized Ryan by his arms and hauled him flat on his back. He tied his wrists to the headboard with his belt. Ryan was trying very hard not to tremble or look at Hayden. He was trying so hard that he didn’t notice Tove undressing; not until Tove knelt on the foot of the bed, stretched his legs apart, and bit Ryan’s inner thigh so hard that Ryan yelped. He craned his neck and looked down. Tove grinned up at him with about a thousand teeth. He then bit his way up Ryan’s body. By the time he got to Ryan’s nipples, Ryan was half-hard and frightened. When Ryan started trembling, Tove laughed.
“My, what pretty lips you have,” he said, and then bit them one at a time, so hard that Ryan ran his tongue over them to check for blood.
“The better to suck you with, sir,” he replied, and then smiled a little. He could do this.
“That’s a very good answer, Pretty. I might just let you.”
Ryan nodded hopefully. He’d rather. Better than having to bottom for him. Tove chuckled.
“Aren’t you eager? Let’s see if you really mean it,” Tove crooned. He climbed off of Ryan and repositioned himself, so that he was sitting on knees between Ryan’s head and the headboard he was tied to, straddling Ryan’s arms. Panic began to torment Ryan’s nerves.
“Umm… I don’t - ”
“Don’t what?” Tove barked. Ryan looked up at his face. What he saw made his hands jerk against their bonds, only to find them frighteningly secure.
“I… I’d do better if you’d let me up,” he offered, hating the tremor in his voice.
“Oh, no, Pretty.” Tove bent down and bit Ryan’s lips again. “Can’t have you running out on me again.” And with no further ceremony, he seized Ryan’s jaw with one hand, and pressed his mouth open. Before Ryan could even cry out, Tove leaned forward over his body and pressed his cock down into Ryan’s mouth, upper body propped up on his arms, which straddled Ryan’s hips as if he was doing push ups on his knees.
Ryan grunted. He felt smothered, and his emotional state was fast approaching terrified. In a few moments he would learn that he didn’t even know the half of it, but for now, he closed his eyes, thought of England, and swirled his tongue around the head of Tove’s cock. He heard Tove groan distantly, and repeated the motion, sucking this time. This was decidedly the wrong thing to do. Tove hissed and his hips twitched downwards, bumping the head of his cock into the back of Ryan’s throat. Ryan gagged a little, completely unprepared. His fear ratcheted up another notch or six. He became very aware of his own pulse.
Tove waited for a moment, and then snapped his hips down again, forcing his cock down Ryan’s throat. He didn’t stop moving until he was buried in Ryan’s throat to the hilt. Ryan, for his part, lay there and tried to breathe, tried to relax his throat, tried to stem the panic that surged through him. Tove pulled up and thrust back down, and Ryan’s eyes watered, his throat stuffed full and burning. He pulled on his restraints as hard as he could, to no avail whatsoever. His heart pounded erratically in his chest.
Tove quickly found a rhythm, Ryan did not. His panic eased away to replaced by resigned misery, but he still couldn’t breathe or open his throat. Every time Tove thrust down, his hips and balls rested on Ryan’s face, restricting his breathing. When he pulled up, Ryan was too busy frantically sucking in air through his nose to relax his throat, so every time Tove pushed down again, it burned.
Some tiny, foolishly hopeful part of Ryan kept waiting for Hayden to interfere, to burst out of the closet and throw Tove off him, untie him and kiss him better. The minutes dragged on and of course, no such thing happened. Ryan’s mouth started to dry up, increasing the discomfort of Tove’s thrusts. Tove was moaning loud enough to cover any sounds Ryan could make, so he abandoned all pretenses and pride and let himself cry, choking and struggling for breath every chance he got. He didn’t know what change this made in the workings of his mouth, but Tove suddenly keened and thrust faster, balls bouncing on Ryan’s face. That seemed even more humiliating to Ryan than the act itself for some reason. He tried to suck, to get this over with. He started to see spots in front of his eyes from oxygen deprivation. His stomach churned. He was sure he was going to throw up, suffocate, and then die, and he almost rejoiced at the prospect. But just then, Tove lifted one arm and seized Ryan’s flaccid cock, squeezing too hard and tugging like he wanted to pull the damn thing off. Ryan screamed around Tove’s cock and Tove roared and came. His semen filled Ryan’s mouth and spilled out over the corners of his lips, dripping down Ryan’s cheeks while he sobbed.
Tove slumped forward over Ryan’s body, softening cock slipping out of Ryan’s mouth. Ryan gasped for air and gulped repeatedly, desperate not to throw up and make this worse.
“Take off your pants and sit on the bed,” he instructed. Ryan obeyed, kneeling near the foot of the bed.
“Any particular position?” he asked.
Hayden grunted and looked away.
“You know how to seduce someone,” he snapped. “Don’t make me….” He was going to say ‘say it,’ but spent a moment searching for something meaner. “…micromanage,” he finished, feeling rather smug.
Ryan looked at the floor and shifted until he was leaning back on his heals, thighs spread wide enough to be a bit of a stretch, forearms pressed together behind his back. Hayden was a little startled by the submission the pose displayed. He said so without thinking. Ryan snorted, but didn’t look up from the floor.
“I’ve been in his bed before, treasure; I know what he likes better than his little brother.”
Hayden was about to retort, but stopped when he heard the key in the lock. He dove into the closet and peered out at Ryan.
“What the fuck are you doing!?” Ryan hissed. Hayden shook his head, and almost stopped breathing when Tove came in. There was a long moment of silence.
“What the shit is this?” Tove snapped.
---
Ryan licked his lips and fought to keep his eyes from darting to the cracked closet door.
“I wanted to make it up to you for the other night. Sir.” He glanced up at Tove through his lashes.
“Really,” Tove grunted disbelievingly.
Ryan’s mouth went dry. He had planned on closing his eyes and pretending Tove was Hayden, but he could already tell he wasn’t going to be able to. Tove’s voice was cold, his body rigid. There didn’t seem to be even the faintest similarity between him and Hayden at the moment.
“Yes,” was the only answer he could think to give.
Tove just stood there and looked him over. After what seemed like a century, he said,
“Alright. But let’s make sure you don’t run away this time.” He unbuckled his belt and every muscle in Ryan’s body tensed. Tove strode to the bed, seized Ryan by his arms and hauled him flat on his back. He tied his wrists to the headboard with his belt. Ryan was trying very hard not to tremble or look at Hayden. He was trying so hard that he didn’t notice Tove undressing; not until Tove knelt on the foot of the bed, stretched his legs apart, and bit Ryan’s inner thigh so hard that Ryan yelped. He craned his neck and looked down. Tove grinned up at him with about a thousand teeth. He then bit his way up Ryan’s body. By the time he got to Ryan’s nipples, Ryan was half-hard and frightened. When Ryan started trembling, Tove laughed.
“My, what pretty lips you have,” he said, and then bit them one at a time, so hard that Ryan ran his tongue over them to check for blood.
“The better to suck you with, sir,” he replied, and then smiled a little. He could do this.
“That’s a very good answer, Pretty. I might just let you.”
Ryan nodded hopefully. He’d rather. Better than having to bottom for him. Tove chuckled.
“Aren’t you eager? Let’s see if you really mean it,” Tove crooned. He climbed off of Ryan and repositioned himself, so that he was sitting on knees between Ryan’s head and the headboard he was tied to, straddling Ryan’s arms. Panic began to torment Ryan’s nerves.
“Umm… I don’t - ”
“Don’t what?” Tove barked. Ryan looked up at his face. What he saw made his hands jerk against their bonds, only to find them frighteningly secure.
“I… I’d do better if you’d let me up,” he offered, hating the tremor in his voice.
“Oh, no, Pretty.” Tove bent down and bit Ryan’s lips again. “Can’t have you running out on me again.” And with no further ceremony, he seized Ryan’s jaw with one hand, and pressed his mouth open. Before Ryan could even cry out, Tove leaned forward over his body and pressed his cock down into Ryan’s mouth, upper body propped up on his arms, which straddled Ryan’s hips as if he was doing push ups on his knees.
Ryan grunted. He felt smothered, and his emotional state was fast approaching terrified. In a few moments he would learn that he didn’t even know the half of it, but for now, he closed his eyes, thought of England, and swirled his tongue around the head of Tove’s cock. He heard Tove groan distantly, and repeated the motion, sucking this time. This was decidedly the wrong thing to do. Tove hissed and his hips twitched downwards, bumping the head of his cock into the back of Ryan’s throat. Ryan gagged a little, completely unprepared. His fear ratcheted up another notch or six. He became very aware of his own pulse.
Tove waited for a moment, and then snapped his hips down again, forcing his cock down Ryan’s throat. He didn’t stop moving until he was buried in Ryan’s throat to the hilt. Ryan, for his part, lay there and tried to breathe, tried to relax his throat, tried to stem the panic that surged through him. Tove pulled up and thrust back down, and Ryan’s eyes watered, his throat stuffed full and burning. He pulled on his restraints as hard as he could, to no avail whatsoever. His heart pounded erratically in his chest.
Tove quickly found a rhythm, Ryan did not. His panic eased away to replaced by resigned misery, but he still couldn’t breathe or open his throat. Every time Tove thrust down, his hips and balls rested on Ryan’s face, restricting his breathing. When he pulled up, Ryan was too busy frantically sucking in air through his nose to relax his throat, so every time Tove pushed down again, it burned.
Some tiny, foolishly hopeful part of Ryan kept waiting for Hayden to interfere, to burst out of the closet and throw Tove off him, untie him and kiss him better. The minutes dragged on and of course, no such thing happened. Ryan’s mouth started to dry up, increasing the discomfort of Tove’s thrusts. Tove was moaning loud enough to cover any sounds Ryan could make, so he abandoned all pretenses and pride and let himself cry, choking and struggling for breath every chance he got. He didn’t know what change this made in the workings of his mouth, but Tove suddenly keened and thrust faster, balls bouncing on Ryan’s face. That seemed even more humiliating to Ryan than the act itself for some reason. He tried to suck, to get this over with. He started to see spots in front of his eyes from oxygen deprivation. His stomach churned. He was sure he was going to throw up, suffocate, and then die, and he almost rejoiced at the prospect. But just then, Tove lifted one arm and seized Ryan’s flaccid cock, squeezing too hard and tugging like he wanted to pull the damn thing off. Ryan screamed around Tove’s cock and Tove roared and came. His semen filled Ryan’s mouth and spilled out over the corners of his lips, dripping down Ryan’s cheeks while he sobbed.
Tove slumped forward over Ryan’s body, softening cock slipping out of Ryan’s mouth. Ryan gasped for air and gulped repeatedly, desperate not to throw up and make this worse.
