Personally, there is nothing Ryan loves more than Brendon writhing and begging beneath his hand, the way the boy flinches at every harsh slap but still stays obediently right where he is, even pushing back a little every time Ryan waits a bit too long in between the slaps. Ryan likes to tease Brendon to tears of frustration, altering the force and rhythm of the slaps - from playful ones to harsh smacks that echo in the room and make Brendon hiss sharply in between gritted teeth. Ryan waits for unpredictable amounts of time in between the hits so that Brendon is nearly driven insane as he doesn't know how forceful the following slap will be; how soon it’s going to land.
Ryan pulls back slightly to examine his handiwork. Brendon is still bent over the backrest of the couch, his breathing ragged and his face flushed, hands trembling slightly as he's holding on to the couch.
"Too harsh?" Ryan asks and leans to kiss the pink skin of Brendon's buttocks softly. Brendon just whimpers, but shakes his head in a way that indicates he's not done with this yet. Ryan smirks and aims a final slap on the boy's ass, leaving a white handprint that slowly fades and merges into the redness of the surrounding skin. Then Ryan turns to look behind him. "Your turn."
Jack, who has been lying sprawled over the armchair, lazily sits up and smirks, sliding his hand over his naked body once more as he stands up. He's been following the events quietly from his position, waiting for Ryan to pass dominance over that firm, round ass that is in front of them like on a silver tray. Ryan and Jack exchange a glance behind Brendon's back, and then Ryan sits down on the couch, right beside Brendon who's still lying over the backrest. Jack measures the distance in between Brendon's ass and his hand for a while, letting anticipation gather thick in the air, and then brings the hand forcefully down on Brendon's right ass cheek. Brendon lets out a strangled groan and his body twitches. Ryan quickly smoothes a hand over Brendon's ass, sliding his fingers over the heated skin, and Brendon moans at the touch. The moan turns to a whimper as Jack slaps him again, but then Ryan ghosts his hand in between the couch and Brendon's body, wrapping his fingers around Brendon's unmistakably hard cock, stroking it lazily, nodding Jack to continue - Brendon is still definitely good to go if he's sprouting such a hard-on. Brendon is torn in between the two sensations, the harsh prickling of his nerve-endings and the lazy jerk of Ryan's wrist as the boy strokes him.
Brendon arches and whimpers, and Ryan's hand stills on his cock. "Don't come." Brendon is groaning and panting and sweaty, but he manages to stop the heat-wave threatening to hit him down, manages to prevent himself from coming. Jack's slaps on his ass are now more playful than anything else as he exchanges glances with Ryan. They reach an agreement silently, Brendon twisting in frustration as Jack's hand is now just sliding over his achy skin, touching the reddened skin merely with his fingertips.
Ryan leans in and licks Brendon's neck, breathing, "I want you to get the hell spanked out of you... while you're fucking me."
Brendon's body twitches at this, and he just nods weakly. Ryan's tongue licks up to his jawline, and Brendon turns hastily, meeting Ryan's mouth with his own. There is a long silent moment as they kiss, but Jack breaks it with a swift slap on Brendon's ass. Brendon gasps into Ryan's mouth, and they break apart, Ryan pulling Brendon up from the couch. Ryan turns the boy around and marches him out of the living room and into the bedroom. Jack sneaks an arm around Ryan's waist as they go, pushing Brendon ahead of them and admiring the view this gives on his ass - now red and raw and clearly aching.
Three is Company | Ryan/Brendon/Jack Marin | NC-17 | 1/3
Ryan pulls back slightly to examine his handiwork. Brendon is still bent over the backrest of the couch, his breathing ragged and his face flushed, hands trembling slightly as he's holding on to the couch.
"Too harsh?" Ryan asks and leans to kiss the pink skin of Brendon's buttocks softly. Brendon just whimpers, but shakes his head in a way that indicates he's not done with this yet. Ryan smirks and aims a final slap on the boy's ass, leaving a white handprint that slowly fades and merges into the redness of the surrounding skin. Then Ryan turns to look behind him. "Your turn."
Jack, who has been lying sprawled over the armchair, lazily sits up and smirks, sliding his hand over his naked body once more as he stands up. He's been following the events quietly from his position, waiting for Ryan to pass dominance over that firm, round ass that is in front of them like on a silver tray. Ryan and Jack exchange a glance behind Brendon's back, and then Ryan sits down on the couch, right beside Brendon who's still lying over the backrest. Jack measures the distance in between Brendon's ass and his hand for a while, letting anticipation gather thick in the air, and then brings the hand forcefully down on Brendon's right ass cheek. Brendon lets out a strangled groan and his body twitches. Ryan quickly smoothes a hand over Brendon's ass, sliding his fingers over the heated skin, and Brendon moans at the touch. The moan turns to a whimper as Jack slaps him again, but then Ryan ghosts his hand in between the couch and Brendon's body, wrapping his fingers around Brendon's unmistakably hard cock, stroking it lazily, nodding Jack to continue - Brendon is still definitely good to go if he's sprouting such a hard-on. Brendon is torn in between the two sensations, the harsh prickling of his nerve-endings and the lazy jerk of Ryan's wrist as the boy strokes him.
Brendon arches and whimpers, and Ryan's hand stills on his cock. "Don't come." Brendon is groaning and panting and sweaty, but he manages to stop the heat-wave threatening to hit him down, manages to prevent himself from coming. Jack's slaps on his ass are now more playful than anything else as he exchanges glances with Ryan. They reach an agreement silently, Brendon twisting in frustration as Jack's hand is now just sliding over his achy skin, touching the reddened skin merely with his fingertips.
Ryan leans in and licks Brendon's neck, breathing, "I want you to get the hell spanked out of you... while you're fucking me."
Brendon's body twitches at this, and he just nods weakly. Ryan's tongue licks up to his jawline, and Brendon turns hastily, meeting Ryan's mouth with his own. There is a long silent moment as they kiss, but Jack breaks it with a swift slap on Brendon's ass. Brendon gasps into Ryan's mouth, and they break apart, Ryan pulling Brendon up from the couch. Ryan turns the boy around and marches him out of the living room and into the bedroom. Jack sneaks an arm around Ryan's waist as they go, pushing Brendon ahead of them and admiring the view this gives on his ass - now red and raw and clearly aching.