Ryan was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Brendon working. The younger boy swirled the spoon around in the over-large bowl before tapping it on the rim and laying it on the counter. “You know it’ll cool down a little once i get it in the bag, but is that good?” Brendon bent over next to the tub so Ryan could slowly dip two fingers into the bowl, nodding once. “It’s fine.” Brendon nodded again, reaching out to stroke Ryan’s hair before standing back up and returning to the sink, where all of the equipment was spread out. The hook was already hanging from the shower curtain so Brendon could hang the bag as soon as it was full. “Go ahead and take the plug out baby.” His voice was soft, gentle. “And start with your fingers” it was the gentlest of their “darker” interludes. No name-calling or hair pulling or punishments for noises of pain. It hurt enough on its own, was degrading enough on its own, brendon didn’t need to add anything to that. Brendon felt a small tremor run through his body as he heard the soft moan coming from the bathtub, he knew the other boy had just extracted the plug. He glanced up at the mirror, watching the boy set the glass plug on the edge of the tub next to the bottle of lubricant. Ryan picked up the bottle, desperate to fill himself as he opened it, dripping some of the lubricant onto his fingers and rubbing them. It was cold to the initial touch, but warmed up as his fingers moved.”you’re so fûcking hot like that, baby,” Brendon purred, from the sink where the bag was nearly half full. “Now go ahead.” Ryan flushed warm from the compliment, his wrists sliding down along his waist, hipbone, the curve of his aśs. And the. His fingers were poised, resting against his entrance before pressing in.
