Aiden was spitting cleaver while on the floor. He seemed to have recovered some gusto after having worn a slut face to get out of trouble before. And the rock hard clue as to what his body wanted wasn't bad, either. It seemed Aiden was in complete denial, though. Perhaps he needed to be tested about it. Reyka wasn't blind to the boy's amusement at his generosity with the cum. "You're acting pretty tough, but I'm not sure I'm buying it after you what you just did. And this." he reminded, putting more weight on his foot, which in turn squeezed Aiden's cock harder between the sole and the floor.<br/><br/>Reyka would listen to whatever answer, be it groans or words, that the older brother of his fucktoy offered. And then he'd backhand the handsome face. While Aiden had value - he was still one of two toys Reyka had brought - there was a limit to how much trouble the kneeling boy was entitled to. Reyka took the offending hand and nestled into Aiden's hair, reminiscent of Reed's in both color and smell, even if it wasn't identical. Their distressed sweat had similar notes. He wondered if Reed would have loved this situation.<br/><br/>"You're going to tell me you're not into this while your cock is harder than your head?" he asked and ground the blood-filled limb a little more. Reyka lifted his footwear off the bullied cock then, for a short moment, before pressing down again, as though testing it's durability. "Now. Be a man of your word and lick it up." he ordered, sending another backhand down at him. It was delicious to beat Aiden too, and Reyka didn't mind using Reed to release in, while having his brother for a punching bag.