Reyka smirked when Aiden whimpered. His head retreated slightly, as though to ask the formerly boxing cleaver brother if he’d actually uttered such an adorable sound. Reyka still controlled Aiden’s handsome head, and tested the throat which he held it by. Strong, but his heartbeats were readily available under there. No hands came to defend. Aiden was beautiful in all his conflict. Snarling before, but now he let himself and his most sensitive extremity be handled, like Reyka had purchased him with the punishment on the side of the asphalt. There were still shadows of hatred there, but Reyka recognized someone who was staring down the delta of his own lust and his old self-image. Aiden’s turmoil amused him. Reyka waited quietly for the boy’s decision.<br/><br/>There was some mocking acceptance when Aiden reached for the hulking limb, and it did fill under the beginner’s touch. Reyka saw potential in him, but not much more than any male has, given their preoccupation of their own organ. As a mercy, he let out a sigh that could be interpreted as pleasure. Would Aiden like that? Would he feel accomplished? Aiden was exploring himself just as much as he was this new, thick scepter. And giving clues as to what he found pleasant. Reyka let him play, all the while reminding him who was in charge with the squeeze of his own hand to his throat, and violent handling of Aiden’s dick. Aiden still tried to negotiate, and it made Reyka show his teeth in the dirty room, mouth full of shadows. By some measure, it was a smile.<br/><br/>“Sure.” He said and abused Aiden’s cock worse, locking a grip below the head, choking it, and tugging without friction, basically just petitioning to tear the head off. If Aiden tried to curl in any way to relieve the pain, Reyka held him in place by his throat. Reed had liked abuse enough, because the littler of the brothers never went soft, even when he was earning bruises. “But you can’t miss a drop.” He said and pulled harder in erratic jerks. The would-be alpha had already proven himself to be a masochist. His cock didn’t obey him, it listened to Reyka. The pretty hand moved back from pulling at the jock’s limb, and pinched with the edge of his nails at Aiden’s slit to see if there was precum, and to nick it. If Aiden tried to make another cute whimper from his reddening face, Reyka would intercept it with a rough, possessive kiss.<br/><br/>Reyka waited for the now promised petting to commence – he had his own plans about it, of course – and stroked down the front of Aiden’s shirt with the hand that smelled of Aiden’s intimate sweat. His other hand squeezed more to test Aiden’s neck, and to see if the boy liked it. Someone like the footballer relied a lot on his reputation of being for the ladies, and Aiden who had a brother like Reed had even more to prove. Reed had gossiped about what an unfair position he’d put his brother in, being what he was. It had made it paramount to Reyka to force Aiden’s own truth. What a delicious concoction of shame and excitement the boy must feel, being choked in a gas station lavatory, own cock hard while handlings someone else’s. “Can you get me off before you check out, though?” he asked and pushed his palm against Aiden’s windpipe, using his own weight to make the contact grave.<br/><br/>He looked Aiden in the eye when he spit on his fingers, some of that cloud becoming white freckles on Aiden’s face. The now moist fingers dug into Aiden’s now bare buttock and found their way to his secret ring again. Reyka pushed inside, longest finger all the way. He assumed Aiden would like it at least as much as he had in the dirt.