Rykey One Night Alone

Chapter Three

By the time the boy was fully undressed and on the bed, the taller one had fetched a condom, some lube and another sex toy.

"Don't you want to look at yourself when I'll fuck your mind out of you, darling?" Rye's voice was sweeter than honey.

His warm breath and his fingers, that run up and down between Mikey's legs made the younger one moan quietly.
The blowjob had given him some time to gain his brain back but he was still stupid enough to shake his head. The pain on his inner thigh showed him it was a mistake. A lustful groan escaped his lips and he turned around, facing the mirror and did as he was told.
He laid down on his hands and knees. His muscles had relaxed again already.

"I'm glad to see you see you so exited still." Rye noted grinning with a gaze on Mikey's pulsing member.

"Just fuck me already, Ryan." The adressed growled, accepting that he would not get any soft treatment tonight and tired of the waiting now.

"Aww, my little boy, so impatient... You should see yourself, covered in sweat and so needy. Beautiful...And that voice..."

With a quick push, he put the cock ring over his boyfriends cock and then positioned himself in front of Mikey's entrance, letting the whiny moans of his boyfriend affect him. With shaky hands he put the condom on and some lube on two fingers. Then he started to kiss Mikey's back to distract him. The preparing was short but still pleasuring and the submissive pressed his ass against the fingers in him, trying to get a bit of satisfaction. But the fingers disappeared as quickly as they had been there and he felt two hands at his waist. Without any further warning, Rye slammed his dripping cock into his boyfriends ass.

"Ahh fuck!" He groaned, throwing his head back as Mikey's still tight walls clenched around his member.

Mikey suppressed a scream as his ass was torn apart. With a good preparation he could usually take the spanish boys cock without pain but this time it was different.
Seconds later he felt his boyfriends hot breath near his ear.

"This was for today. For the way you looked at him when he came out of the shower with only a towl around his waste."

The pictured flickered through Mikey's mind but he was smart enough not to react to it. His best mate was attractive but only his boyfriend could turn him on. Rye knew that technically but as always he needed prove.

"I'm sorry." Mikey cried out, but still not using the safe word.

After this tiny apology Rye waited a few seconds before pulling out and slamming in again, causing the smaller one to whimper.

"This was for yesterday, when you had your head on his legs during Fifa."

There was no time to explain anything before the next painful thrust followed.

"Tuesday, when you ignored me the whole day."

Rye knew it had been because of a fight but he didn't care much about this fact right now.

"Monday, when you were lovey-dovey with him in the cover."

Mikey's strength faded together with most of the pain.

"And Sunday. Don't think I didn't notice the way you looked at him."

Mikey kept his head down. On the one hand he wanted to avoid a look in the mirror, on the other hand he wanted to show Rye that he could obey.

"I am sorry, sir", he whispered, tears swam in his eyes. "I am sorry for what I did, Rye. I deserve my punishment and I promise it won't happen again."

"Then look closely who's with you now."

Rye forced his baby to look in the mirror by pulling his hair and with that lifting his head. Mikey kept his eyes close, scared of how humiliated he would look under his boyfriends touch.
Rye remained in him, refused to move again before Mikey wouldn't open his eyes. It gave the black haired young man some time to adjust to the size and the unusual position.
When he finally opened his eyes, he could see Rye starring hungrily at him the reflection of the mirror. Mikey himself was on his elbows, not ready to give in just yet.

"Now, tell me, Mikey, who is the only one who can turn you on?"

"You." He answered with a shaky voice.

Rye started thrusting in him again, faster this time, causing the younger to moan and to fall onto the matress. His aroused body was not capable of carrying his own weight anymore. But if it was possible, the lustful expression on his partners face he saw in the mirror would make him even more thirsty.

"Who's the only one for whom you should have eyes for?"

"It's you, Ryan." He managed to rasp between his heavy panting.

"Who with full name is the only one who can make you feel this good?"

"Only you-" His voice cracked and he groaned deeply as Rye hit his sweet spot. "Ryan Leonard Beaumont."

Named person could not hold himself back any longer and the bass voice of his boyfriend let him pick him up even more speed. Skin slapping and panting filled the air.
Rye's dick penetrated Mikey's prostate like a jackhammer the aspalt and soon, his fading strength started to show. The spanish boy's thrusts got sloppier and he was in his last moments before his orgasm. The black haired meanwhile could only pant, the pain from the ring that supressed his ejaculation, kept him from moaning.

Nevertheless one last groan escaped his mouth, enough to bring Rye over the egde with the name of his boyfriend on his lips. He rode out his orgasm, then reached to free Mikey from the sex toy. The lightest touch let the black haired lose his seed with a relieved moan. He fell down as soon as Rye's hands let go of him. The spanish boy sat next to him also still panting.
He burried his hand in his boyfriends hair, stroking his head.

"Good boy", he praised him and bent down to kiss him softly.

"I love only you." Mikey wispered, his voice quiet and hoarse. "Even after this."

"Did you enjoy it at least a little?" The taller one asked, worry swung in his voice.

"Much more than a little." Mikey nodded and closed his eyes.