Dylan let out a sigh. “Yeah. He rinsed me out three times, but I was already clean because I douched.”
Ryker grinned. Dylan was so cute he couldn’t stand it. It made him want to wrap him up in a blanket and fuck him until he cried.
“Good boy. When you’re done, I’ll be down by the curb waiting for you.”
“Okay,” Dylan said, suddenly sounding shy. “I’ll see you soon, Ryker.”
August lifted the phone back to his ear and said, “He tried to jerk off, so I tied his hands behind his back. In case you wanted a reason to spank him.”
Ryker chuckled at the gasp he heard in the background.
“Make sure you untie him before you bring him down to the car.”
“I already did,” August said. From the sound of it he was doing something to tease Dylan, but Ryker couldn’t tell what. “We’re almost done up here, I think. A minute or two at most.”
“All right, I’m almost back on your street. I’ll just idle by the curb and wait for you.”
“See you in a bit.”
Ryker drove back to the front of the building where August had his clinic and pulled up to the curb, glancing around to make sure there were no parking guards or cops nearby. Though he wouldn’t mind if Steve made an appearance.
It would be fun to tease him a little, and even more so to drive away with Dylan after doing so.
But no one came by to protest Ryker’s illegal parking, and after a few minutes August and Dylan were coming out of the lobby and walking toward him.
Ryker exited the driver’s seat and climbed into the back, leaving the door open for Dylan.
“Hi,” Dylan said, climbing into the back of the SUV and sitting down. He put on his seatbelt, shooting nervous little smiles at Ryker. “Did you fix your work thing?”
Ryker nodded. He’d put on his seatbelt out of habit, but now he unbuckled it and slid over to Dylan.
“I did. It was just some paperwork that needed to be fixed.” He put his hand on Dylan’s thigh. “What’s this I hear about you needing a spanking?”
Dylan’s breath hitched, his eyes going wide and pleading as he looked up at him.
“I don’t!”
August chuckled from the driver’s seat, sparing them a glance in the mirror as he pulled away from the curb.
“He’s a little liar. He touched himself without permission.”
Dylan shook his head. “You didn’t say I needed permission. I didn’t know!”
“You should have.”
August’s voice was a gruff warning, and even Ryker shuddered a bit at the dominant energy his mate was giving off.
He lifted his hand to Dylan’s hair, stroking through the boy’s messy locks.
Dylan was acting very different to how he’d been at the restaurant. Whatever August had done, it seemed to have gotten him into a very submissive headspace. He was expressive and a little bratty, like the walls of embarrassment that usually kept him from acting how he really wanted to act had thinned.
Ryker liked it.
“It’s okay,” Ryker said, sliding his hand down and cupping the back of his neck. “We’re not going to punish you for not knowing the rules.”
“He’s agreed that you can give him a hickey,” August said, sounding very pleased with himself.
Ryker’s cock twitched, pre-come leaking from his cock at the news. He leaned down and put his mouth on Dylan’s throat, pressing his lips against his jugular.
