He was not a whore. He was doing this for his brother, not himself. Just because he was hard, didn't mean he liked it. He was not a whore and he was not gay.<br/><br/>There was another shocked intake of breath as Reyka picked up the pace of his finger. It was definitely not a moan and Aiden was definitely not enjoying it. It was hard to focus on ending all of this with the finger up his ass and hand around his throat. Aiden tried to just ignore the looks Reyka was giving him, he looked almost creepy with the smile and how much he was drooling. At least it all meant this was going to be over soon.<br/><br/>Then came the tight squeeze around his throat and Aiden had no choice but to begin to pry at Reyka's hand, eyes suddenly wide. He didn't care about the smattering of the thing he'd promised to eat on his hand right now, he just needed to breathe. He never should have let Reyka keep his hand there in the first place but this way it felt more like he was being forced to stay. He didn't want to give him anymore ideas that this was what he wanted.<br/><br/>Finally he was released and Aiden realised what he'd missed out on. Then he was reminded about the finger as it was wrenched out of him. He didn't want this, no matter how empty he felt now. He didn't want this, no matter how curious he was to just have a taste. After a beat of staring at what was on his hand, he resolved not to keep his word. Instead, he flicked his hand, sending cum flying. It landed straight on Reyka's face. Aiden seemed quite pleased with himself.<br/><br/>"I think this look suits you better, whore." He leaned in close to whisper it into Reyka's ear. Now he didn't have a hand around his throat he felt much more in power. He couldn't help himself even though he probably should have put his pants back on before acting up. His cock was still hard and vunerable, slick with precum and whatever else Reyka had decided to slick it with.