Reyka could feel the electric approval rising off Reed's skin. It was like eating little amounts of the boy's life energy. The little fair haired had always been generous with his good emotions. Expressive boy ready for most things Reyka threw his way. To his credit, Reed could make Reyka hard on most days. His cock knew Reed like a familiar place, but the kind of blood that rushed to greet the usual haunts are not the same that comes with new accomplishments. Poor petite lover, loosing flavor already. Somewhere Reed knew that, which was his saving grace. Reed's misery was still a spice Reyka could do with.<br/><br/>But it seemed both brothers had a mind for mutiny in these chlorinated waters. Even his small Reed, who seemed so willing, was making requests when he shouldn't. And Aiden had unlearned a great many things he should have retained from the filthy bathroom floor. Reyka grinned with stoic frustration into the cheek of the boy that writhed with starvation for love. Reyka hummed softly into his ear, it sounded like approval first, Reyka was master of his own emotions, and particularly how they may be perceived. He licked drops off Reed's jaw and set the boy a little lower on the cock his belly seemed so keen on.<br/><br/>"You don't  get to make requests, Reed. Not when you're disobeying me." he said and then still let more of his cock push in but not breach the beautifully broken-in pucker. And then he grabbed the neglected boy's hair one more time. "In fact, aren't both of you being spoiled about this?" he asked and released Reed from the pressure of his own body and the edge of the pool, pulling him by the hair to send him off in the water toward Aiden, who'd been equally unaccommodating. "I think you two are a bad influence on each other." he scoffed and started lifting himself out of the water.<br/><br/>"It's getting me in a bad mood." he muttered and he rose above the edge, water that had clung to the valley's between his svelte muscle careening off him until it was only a coat. It was easy for him to stand on the concrete again, red-lit back and azure armor in front from the contrasting lighting. He looked at the siblings and crossed his arms. With his cock still unimpressed by their lack of compliance, and it's size compromised by they temperature in the water, it was still a behemoth of a limb. He rolled his eye eventually and turned, waving over his head dismissively.<br/><br/>He'd not gone here for simple spring-break antics. His heart had been ravenous, lately. He supposed if they weren't going to be good props in the dream he was choreographing, they might as well be casualties. He wondered about his own intentions, shivering about their implications while he started making his way toward the room, leaving the vanilla children to whatever vanilla fretting they could do in the admittedly perfect water. He spit to his side to dispel his disappointment. It felt a little like a contract to himself, and a first spike in a coffin.