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“Colt.”
Ohh he was so fucked, so so so fucked.
“Yes, Ryland?” Colt replied, scrambling to throw a blanket or pillow or just about anything over his lap.
“What is the number one rule when I’m gone?”
“Have a positive attitude?” He finally got a pillow to cover his lap but it didn’t cover his bare legs as he had kicked off his pants earlier.
“No, I don’t think that’s it, try again,” Ryland drawled, sliding onto the couch next to him, jostling the pillow a bit. The rough texture dragged over the head of his cock, drawing a pained whine out of him.
“Don’t touch myself?” Colt responded, voice soft and just a little bit ashamed.
“Mhm, and what are you doing right now?”
“Touching myself.”
“Exactly, bedroom now, I want you kneeling on the floor when I get in there, understood?”
“Yes, Ry.”
“Eh, try again.”
“Yes, sir.”
Ryland tipped his head in response, shooing Colt off towards the bedroom. He stumbled on weak legs towards their bedroom door, still naked from the waist down. His erection hadn’t flagged at all, if anything he was even harder with the promise of the punishment to come. It was easy to throw his shirt off once he entered the room, aiming in the general direction of the laundry basket but not really caring if it actually made it in.
There was a pillow, slim and far less rough that the couch pillow from earlier, stored under the bed for these exact scenarios. Ryland was, in full honesty, a very caring dom and while he wanted to hurt Colt he didn’t want to aggravate his prior injuries. Colt pulled it out, settling down onto his knees, facing the bed like he knew Ry wanted him to do. They had done this enough times for Colt to be able to guess at where Ryland would want him. At first Ryland had told him step by step what he wanted Colt to do, which he appreciated, but over time it had just become less and less necessary for routine things like this.
Colt could feel himself relax as he knelt on the pillow, knowing that he was in Ryland’s hands now and that he didn’t have to worry about doing anything except following orders. It was hard for him to submit to anyone despite the fact that he yearned for it but with Ryland it felt natural. The twins could tell what the other was thinking without needing to ask and could read the other’s tells like a book. It made them a good match, gave Ryland the opportunity to be the nurturing, guiding hand he was, and gave Colt the ability to let someone else take control for just a little bit.
The door opened, normally it would jolt Colt from his thoughts but he knew it was just Ry and that he was safe.
“Good, now you know I have to punish you right?”
“Yes, sir.”
“You know what the options are.”
And he did, Colt also knew that he would always pick one over all the rest.
“Hit me?”
“Ok, now, safeword?”
“Pumpkin.”
“Good boy,” Ryland spoke, now standing above Colt. He reached out, gently cupping Colt’s face with his hand. Colt leaned into it, savoring the gentle warmth of Ry’s hand. “Alright, onto the bed, bent over for me.”
Colt moved slowly, every movement felt like he was wading through molasses. Eventually he made his way over to the bed, dragging a pillow down so he could rest his head even if he was about to get his ass hit. He was as comfortable as he was going to get, fully naked splayed over the bed. He could feel Ryland behind him, the rough texture of his jeans scraping over Colt’s skin.
A shiver ran down his spine. Arousal shooting through him at the realization that he was fully nude, already halfway to falling apart, and Ryland was standing behind him, calm, composed, and most importantly fully dressed.
“Ready?”
“Hmm, mhm.”
Ryland didn’t give him much more time to think, a hand coming down and meeting his flesh. It burned, bright and hot, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t leak a little precum at the flash of pain. The hand came down again, and again, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed in the room. Each slap compounded the burning pain until he couldn’t even feel the arousal building in his gut, all thoughts focused on the bright pain and how good it felt.
“Twenty five,” Ryland spoke, drawing his hand away. Colt hadn’t even noticed he had been counting.
“Mm, thank you sir.”
“You’ve been so good for me,” Ryland pressed a kiss to the back of his head, his face still buried in the pillow, “wanna cum?”
“Please sir, can I cum, I won’t touch myself again.”
Colt could feel his body being shifted as Ryland readjusted him, scotting him up the bed so he was not on his back. There was rustling from the bedside table as Ryland fumbled around to get the bottle of lube they kept in it. Still feeling floaty Colt didn’t pay much attention until a wet, warm hand wrapped around his dick.
“Fuck,” Colt shouted, slamming his head back, grateful that Ry knew him well enough to put a pillow under his head. Ryland moved his hand in quick strokes, knowing exactly how Colt liked it. He circled his thumb at the end of each stroke and Colt knew he wasn’t going to last long.
“You’ve been so good, go ahead and cum for me,” Ryland was right next to him, and damn when did he get that close. He glanced over, meeting Ryland’s eyes, seeing them blown wide with lust as they watched the movement of his own hand. There was no stopping his orgasm, the throbbing, now dull pain in his ass, the warm, wet movements over his cock, and the look of both lust and love that filled Ryland’s gaze overwhelmed him and the pleasure snapped in his stomach.
“Fuck, Rylie, please so good,” Colt moaned out, whimpering as he came, covering Ryland’s hand and wrist. He kept stroking him until he was whining at him to stop.
“Stay here love, I’ll go get a towel and some bruise cream to get ya cleaned up.”
Colt nodded, letting his eyes gently close, knowing Ryland would take care of him.