It took Ryker’s knot a good half hour to go down, but Dylan fell asleep just a few minutes after Ryker had rolled them over.
Ryker pulled the sheets up over their bodies, the sheen of sweat covering his skin making the room seem cold, and then spent the next twenty-something minutes waiting for his knot to deflate.
It had been a long time since he’d knotted someone, and he didn’t remember it feeling this good or lasting this long.
When his knot started to shrink and come started leaking out of Dylan’s hole, Ryker couldn’t resist the temptation to reach down and try to shove some of the slick mess back inside.
It smelled so good. His own scent, potent and intense, mingling with Dylan’s in the most beautiful way.
The prodding at his tender rim woke Dylan up. He groaned, letting out a pained whine when he tried to pull away and realized that he was stuck.
“Ouch,” he mumbled, sounding very sorry for himself.
Ryker rolled them over, putting Dylan on his stomach and plopping out his knot. The base of his cock was still swollen, but not so much that he couldn’t get it out.
“You’re okay,” Ryker said, sinking down between Dylan’s thighs and assessing the damage.
It looked just like it had in the picture August had sent him.
Dylan’s rim was red and gaping, the stretched-out hole twitching, come leaking down his taint and over his balls. Ryker used two fingers to scoop up some of the mess, shoving it back inside. He wished he had a plug – something big that would keep Dylan’s hole loose while also trapping the load inside of him – but this was nice, too.
“Do you want to come again?” Ryker asked, pulling Dylan’s cock back between his legs and lying it flat between his thighs. He squeezed his balls, tugging on them to get a reaction, all the while pushing come back into his hole.
Ryker would love to have a little fun with Dylan’s balls – maybe put him in a humbler and spank them with a riding crop, or just trap them tight in their sac like he had them now and spank them with the back of his fingers – but that was the kind of sex that required aconversation.
The thought made him wince. He really should have talked to Dylan before getting rough with him, even if he didn’t do anything all that kinky. Just because August had negotiated a scene, that didn’t mean that Ryker had free rein to do as he pleased.
Choking him out without asking permission was not okay.
Ryker pulled his fingers out of Dylan’s hole, his post-nut clarity making him feel terrible about his actions.
Wanting to apologize, he sank down to his stomach and put his mouth on Dylan’s cock. He tilted his head, grabbing Dylan’s thighs and spreading them apart, and took about two thirds of Dylan’s length into his mouth.
“Oh fuck,” Dylan cried, clutching the sheets and curling his toes as Ryker started sucking him off.
Ryker took more, holding Dylan’s legs apart as he sucked him down. He lifted his face and licked up the length of Dylan’s shaft, over his balls and into his taint, and then back to take the head of his cock back into his mouth.
It didn’t take long before Dylan’s thighs tensed and his breath quickened and he was spilling his second load of the night into Ryker’s mouth.
“Yum,” Ryker said, grinning and keeping the load in his mouth. He climbed up the length of Dylan’s body and leaned in for a kiss.
Dylan made a face when he realized that the tongue pushing into his mouth was coated in come, but then he seemed to accept it and started kissing Ryker back.
Ryker held himself up by his elbows, blanketing Dylan but not using his bulk to grind him into the mattress like he had before.
After making out for several minutes, Ryker kissed his way down the length of Dylan’s jaw and nuzzled into his neck.
“Can I bite you?” he murmured, scraping his teeth over the skin of Dylan’s jugular.
Dylan froze. “No?”
He seemed perplexed and unnerved by Ryker’s question, and though Ryker was happy to hear that he was capable of setting limits, he really wanted to bite him.
“Not too hard,” he said, sucking a piece of skin into his mouth and holding it there. He let go and gave the area a lick. “Like August did.”
“Dr. Schaffer didn’t bite me,” Dylan said, pulling away from Ryker’s mouth. He shifted, trying and failing to roll around. Ryker lifted his body up enough that he could turn to face him, fingers lifting up to trace the mottled bruise where August had left his mark.
“Then what’s this?”
