When Dylan didn’t move, Ryker grabbed him by the neck and pushed his face firmly under his arm.
He put his hand back behind his head, waiting for Dylan to start licking.
At first there was nothing, just frozen shock, but then Ryker felt the tentative touch of Dylan’s tongue pushing against his skin.
“That’s it. Get all that sweat out of there,” Ryker rumbled, his cock twitching against his stomach. When he realized Dylan was holding his breath, he chuckled. “Don’t forget to breathe.”
Dylan took a gasping breath, and all at once he seemed to lose his inhibitions. He pushed his face into Ryker’s armpit, licking his way up and down his pit like an animal.
Relaxing back and letting Dylan worship him, Ryker was immensely satisfied. Not only was Dylan acting like a submissive little slut, he was also getting drenched in Ryker’s scent. No matter how many times he showered or cleaned himself, traces of Ryker’s smell would linger on him for days.
Dylan licked into his pit until Ryker was sure he’d licked up every drop of sweat.
“Other side.”
As Dylan switched sides, Ryker started jerking off. His cock was so hard that it hurt, and every few seconds he had to let go and stop touching himself to prevent himself from coming.
It didn’t help when Dylan started moving around on his own accord, licking and kissing his way up to Ryker’s biceps.
If Ryker didn’t fuck him now, he was going to end up wasting his knot and come into his hand.
“Do you have lube?” he asked.
Dylan didn’t answer, too busy nuzzling into his pit.
Ryker grabbed him by the hair and pulled him back, giving him a shake.
“Lube?” he asked again when Dylan just stared at him blankly.
Dylan blinked, his face shiny with sweat, and just stared at him. After a second his brain seemed to come back online.
“In my desk.”
“Great.”
Ryker scooted off the bed, holding Dylan under his ass and lifting him up with him. He opened the drawer on the desk, rummaging around inside until he found a pitifully small bottle of lube.
It would have to do.
“I want to fuck you,” Ryker said, taking the lube and moving back to the bed. He laid Dylan down and flipped him over onto his stomach, crouching down behind him and yanking down his flannel pants and boxers.
Dylan arched his back, and Ryker grabbed his ass and squeezed. “Is that okay?”
He pulled Dylan’s cheeks apart, exposing his hole. Small and pink, it seemed to have recovered from the abuse August put it through during their roleplay.
“If you want,” Dylan mumbled, hiding his face in the mattress and closing his eyes.
“Not good enough,” Ryker growled, smacking his ass. “Tell me you want me to fuck you.”
Dylan whimpered, grinding his hard cock down onto the bed.
“I want you to fuck me,” he mumbled, sounding embarrassed again.
Ryker grinned, lodging a wad of spit directly onto his hole and pressing in with two fingers. Dylan jerked in surprise, crying out as Ryker fucked into him and spread him open.
“Tight,” Ryker grunted, pushing his fingers apart and grabbing the bottle of lube. He squirted a few pumps into Dylan’s hole and rubbed the thin lube around with his fingers, coating the inside of his hole and shaking his head at the poor quality.
“Your lube is shit.”
