Rykey One Night Alone

Chapter Two

Mikey perhaps nodded. His breathing had gone almost back to a normal yet fast tempo that usually appeared when he had gone for a run. 
"Very well", Rye's hand took Mikey chin, added a little presure on this throat and forced him to look him in the eye. Brown met blue. Meanwhile his other hand had disappeared into Mikey's pants where it first caressed his member, then took proper care of it.
The black haired boy wanted to throw his head back to moan but the strong grip of his boyfriend didn't let him do what he wanted.
Rye enjoyed his boyfriend struggeling and the short moans that flew over his lips together with Rye's name let him move on to the actual plan for tonight.

Suddenly the pleasuring stopped and Rye took the sex toy out and stepped back, leaving Mikey desperatly catching his breath after the rough treatment.

"Down on you knees!" He commanded.

"But Ryan, I've-" His words were cut of as Rye slapped his chest, leaving a red mark.

The younger tied to enjoy the burn secretly but his moan revealed his dirty desire. Of course his partner noticed it, but for now he didn't make any move to show it.
Then the dominate grabbed his black hair and pushed him down.

"I said: Down!" He growled, not wanting to wait any longer for his own pleasure.

"Yes, sir." Mikey obeyed, already missing the filling in him.

But he didn't dare to complain for fear that his anus wasn't as pleased with pain as the rest of his skin was. Still a whine left his lips as he got on his knees.

He began to unwrap Rye's gift of nature and lapped around it with his tongue, leading the brown haired boy to moan. Mikey's skilful mouth knew how to take care of his boyfriends dick but the pleasured one was impatient today. After bearing the teasing for a while he started to thrust into his mouth causing the sucker to choke and stop.

"Stop it, Ryan, please! You know how much I hate that."

"Do I have to remind you who has been the naughty one?"

Mikey shook his head and looked to the ground. So that was his punishment?

"Lift your head and talk to me!" Rye put two fingers under the chin of the kneeling boy.

Innocent blue eyes looked up at him, begging to stop this torture.

"No, you don't have to remind me, sir." And he continued his work.

"Good boy", Rye praised him and ran his fingers through Mikey's thick black hair.

Mikey closed his eyes at this little sign of love and gave his best to satisfy his boyfriend. The noises of pleasure and only light thrusting smoothed things for both of them.
Rye felt the tension building up inside him and he groaned loundly to pull himself together and to tell Mikey what to do for the second part of the punishment.