Hurricanado -

LISTEN TO REAL METAL LIKE SLIPKONT

OF MICE & MEN

METTALICA

UNDEROATH

AND ONE DIRECTION

Ryan was kneeling in the bathtub, a towel under his knees and another under his

hands, his head turned as he craned his neck to watch Brendon working.

The younger boy swirled the spoon around in the over-large bowl before tapping

it against the rim and laying it on the counter.

«You know it’ll cool down a little once I get it in the bag, but is that good?

«Brendon bent over next to the tub so Ryan could slowly dip two fingers into

the bowl, nodding once.

It’s fine."

Brendon nodded again, reaching out to stroke Ryan’s hair before standing back

up and returning to the sink, where all of the equipment was spread out.

The hook was already hanging from the shower curtain so Brendon could hang the

bag as soon as it was full.

«Go ahead and take the plug out, baby.»

His voice was soft, gentle.

«And start with your fingers.»

It was the gentlest of their «darker» interludes.

No name-calling or hair pulling or punishments for noises of pain.

It hurt enough on it’s own, was degrading enough on it’s own, Brendon didn’t

need to add anything to that.

Brendon felt a small tremor run through his body as he heard the soft moan

coming from the bathtub, knew the other boy had just extracted the plug.

He glanced up at the mirror, watching the boy set the glass plug on the edge of

the tub next to the bottle of lubricant.

Ryan picked up the bottle, desperate to fill himself as he opened it,

dripping some of the lubricant onto his fingers and rubbing them.

It was cold to the initial touch, but warmed up as his fingers moved.

You’re so fucking hot like that, baby," Brendon purred, from the sink where the

bag was nearly half full.

«Now, go ahead.»