His hair was dark like winter grudges, even in this blaring season of sunlight. The ends had been pampered brown but the slight nougat edges were lost in the products, anyway. A dramatic mop on his head, like he didn't care, but the wind did, to keep him beautiful. Over green eyes, which were faded fare more than the tips of his dark tresses. Reyka leaned back in the seat of the spacious, old American, the leather seat somewhat well kept. He was sprawled out, belt be damned, much to the orderly Aiden's dismay. His limbs were making use of the area, with taut jeans erupting in decay to uncover pretty knees, and a short sleeved shirt, white, with a black wispy pattern and revere collar to honor the tradition of the open road. Aiden would be able to see the severe sternum of the pretty, tall boy in the rearview mirror, since a few buttons had been ignored. To stress the gauntness of the endless body, a necklace hung around his throat.<br/><br/>The car had been a favor from a friend. Friend as in Fuck. The silver watch on Reyka's right wrist was also a treasure plundered from earlier relationships. He kept himself in artfully worn designer things because his spell never really wore off the ones that were touched. He had Reed's head in his lap so he could pet the otherwise meticulous blond. Aiden wasn't allowed to push his opinion on that either. When Reyka looked out the window the sun almost bleached his irises the same color as his sclera. Beautiful monster.<br/><br/>They'd been traveling for half a day and a night. Reyka meant to sleep in the car and had been disappointed at the prevalence of motels thus far. He'd insisted on one room, at least, and the brothers didn't have enough money to argue. He'd fucked the shit out of Reed in the darkness, and despite the youngest boy's attempt at keeping quiet, voice silenced in the pillows and his own bitten palm, Reyka was sure Aiden had heard the most of it, and seen their moonlit silhouette gyrating. What was the use of bringing a hole on a vacation if you weren't going to use it, anyway? It wasn't like Aiden had any affection over for Reyka.<br/><br/>Reyka had been in a quiet uproar ever since he'd discovered his own power. Everyone craved him, and it made him into a beast. Teachers as schools, the students. Mothers and fathers. The whole fucking human palette. Maybe little ol' Reed should be grateful he got to catch the comet that was Reyka on his way through the sensual universe. He grabbed the golden hair tightly, and started twisting the head so those familiar lips were on his fliers. There would be little question as to what the dominant, skeletal beauty wanted from his lover, despite who else was in the car.<br/><br/>He locked his eyes with Aiden, and rolled up the window as though wanting to trap whatever intimate scents were about to become their atmosphere. Reyka knew how to get Reed into line, and he wanted to see what the older brother might do when he couldn't stop his precious little sibling from sucking cock behind him. "Find a gas station." Reyka said to the responsible driver and hung his forearm on the window board, looking out, not even giving Reed the recognition for what he was about to do. Reyka was abusive, but he liked getting off, so Reed had very few other uses if he wasn't been manhandled. At least his hand went down the smaller boy's back, trailing toward the start of his pants.<br/><br/>"And put on some fucking music would you, Aiden?" he muttered, red lips peeling back in annoyance. He gave a pretty profile, shadows on his neck and jaw flattered by the light. A lot of people would have hated him, but because of his aura and those physical blessings, they worshipped instead.