Aiden didn't like the lack of violence in Reyka. Everything inside the winter-haired could be weaponized. Humans were just spinning dolls in boxes, and he had the master key to their melodies. His fingers looked for everything Aiden tried to turn away, but the chase was softer, elegant. So. The musclehead liked to be a belle? It was good information. What an open book he was. It made Reyka's mouth water almost as much as it had the first time he'd seen Reed.<br/><br/>The swell under the denim was appreciated, but expected. He imagined he could do this to anyone, stir girls into dewy leafs, and grow boys into blushing sprouts. Men with blood in their limbs are easier to control. Reyka looked down at his pride when it was brought into the bathroom air by Aiden's obedience. It was heavy and sluggish. Spilling into Reed just once wouldn't be nearly enough for the generous monster. It had been promised by the hormones to have both siblings.<br/><br/>Aiden wore a good look for any submissive, and before that, the boy had crumbled beautifully to the filthy floor are taken by a punch. By the time Aiden had gotten up and bared his legs Reyka was hard, solid. He stroked the boy's sizable but no-match limb hurriedly, painfully, so Aiden would continue to confuse abuse for intimacy. He put his hand on the strong neck and pushed Aiden back into the corner, staring him in the eyes as he manhandled the newly privy dick.<br/><br/>"You wanna get me off, quarterback?" he asked, touching his swollen head to Aiden's dominated one, to see if there was any precum to tattle on Aiden for being ready. "You wanna get back down on your knees, or do you want me inside you?" he asked, squeezing a little harder at his throat, but without taking so much air that he couldn't answer. It was delicious to bully the boy who should be so strong. Reed's hero. Hah. Reyka let a glob of spittle fall form his mouth, and crash onto Aiden's base. Whatever Aiden said, it would end in torturous, confusing rapture.