There was another minute or so, Anthony's fingers skimming over the curve of Ian's cheeks and he was trying not to lose anything, trying to keep his muscles tensed just enough. "Okay." Anthony stood up, slowly, kissing Ian on the back of the neck before stepping out of the ub. "Slowly," he warned Ian. "Don't lose anthing, okay?" He held his hands out, letting Ian take them as he stood and gingerly climbed out of the tub.
Anthony lifted up the lid of the toilet seat and helped Ian to sit. This was always when Ian started to cry again. He hated it, hated how Anthony was there for the release. So humiliating, worse than threats of letting Mari watch or having Jovenshire fuck him that one time while Anthony took Polaroids. "Plese, just ... I can," Ian said. "I'm fine. I can."
Anthony looked stern, frowning, shaking his head slightly. "Stop."
Ian cried harder, bringing his hands up to push at Anthony when he moved closer, but too submissive to actually to do it as the boy reached between his legs, fingers closing around the end of the plug. "Please," Ian whispered again. "Please, Anthony."
Anthony ignored him. "Don't let it go until I tell you to." He let Ian's face fall nto his shoulder. Ian was shaking from his choked sobs as Anthony slowly pulled the plug out. He set it on the counter next to the bowl he had mixed the milk and water in. One arm came up around Ian. Despite his tears, the boy was still clenching, tighter than probably necessary. "Okay, go ahead."
Ian shook his head. "No." He cried harder when Anthony pressed his lips against his temple. "Please."
"Ian. Now."
