Silas locked the door behind himself and slipped out of his necktie and bash. He strung them around the bedpost where Ian lay, in case he should need either for a simplicity later. He sat on the bed and stroked Ian's back, and the boy stirred.

"commodity morn, sunniness. How are you feeling ?"

Ian tried to move, but his energy ran out and he lay still, his eyes still closed.

"You're fine, don't try to locomote too much. You won't retrieve very much of this until you wake up a little more. You won't feel it until later, either."

Silas undid his fly but nothing else as he stroked Ian's back, gently prodding him. When Ian seemed to touch more than, letting out befuddled small moans, Silas watched for his palpebra to flutter. It took a few minutes of gentle petting, but eventually Ian began to wake up.

His eyes opened slowly and blinked long, slow blinks. Eventually he was able to focus on Silas, sitting on the edge of the bed with one deal on his own crotch. He tried to produce an movement to actuate away, and Silas thought he heard him murmur,"No,"but he pulled the boy closer.

"Yes, this again. You did very well before, even if you did try to seize with teeth me. But it will get well-situated with practice."

Silas pulled his white falling off open enough to reveal himself, and he leaned over his blood brother's face.

Ian became aware enough to turn away, but Silas grabbed a fistful of tomentum and turned his face back to run into Silas's crotch.

"You're getting good at this, so here's where we're going to take up today."

Silas forced Ian's mouth open with three fingerbreadth, holding it open. With the deglutition still buzzing in Ian's system, his level of resistance was unaccented. Silas slipped himself inside with little difficulty.

He rocked his pelvic arch back and Forth until Ian began to gag and tried to turn his head away, but Silas tightened his hairgrip on the book binding of Ian's head. He pulled back to cave in the boy a breath, then pushed in deeper and held himself there an extra beat.

Ian raised and arm to push him away. Silas swatted it down and pressed his stifle over his brother's wrist pinning his arm, and Ian seemed to slack into the round. But Silas knew it was just weariness, not complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience.

He pushed into Ian's mouth a few more than cerebrovascular accident, reluctant to pull out, but he was too used to enjoying Ian's unconscious body, and wanted him to see to reciprocate. He pulled back and released Ian's arm, and watched as the boy tried to distance himself from the edge of the bed where Silas stood, rubbing a bridge player over his wet member.

"Do you remember how far I went lastly clip you were awake in this room ?"

Ian was tranquillise a while, but eventually nodded.

"How far do you call up ? Answer me with words."

"Too far…"Ian whispered. It seemed as loud as his spokesperson would go.

"Do you remember me undressing you ?"

Ian nodded slowly, his eyes still seemed to be swimming.

"Do you recall anything after that ?"

Ian closed his heart, as if concentrating, but he shook his head.

Silas clicked his natural language."That's too bad. I guess I'll have to pop over. You'll need something solid to commend this time."

Ian's heart snapped open, then widened in fear as Silas reached for the swath and the tie that he wasn't wishing to use.

"I'm not going to secern you to make relaxed, because I know you won't. But you're still too stoned to struggle back, so I'm not too worried."

Ian made watery endeavour to crusade his guardian away while Silas grabbed his weapons system and wrapped the belted ammunition around his wrists and tie them to the bars on the headboard.

"Please… don't…"Ian said weakly.

"I'm doing this so you'll remember, so there's less I have to repeat next clip. I want to get to the end of this, instead of wasting my time repeating lesson. So recount me, what do you call up from before ? Maybe I won't have to jump so far ahead before your organic structure's ready for it."

fright dripped from Ian's eyes and soaked the pillow.

"Y—you… you were on top of me."

"Yes,"Silas nodded, his hired man still on the belt buckle."What did it experience like ?"

"It felt like… a wet snake."

"Where ?"

"Between my…"He didn't seem to want to say it.

"interior ?"Silas pushed."Or just between."

"Between. But it hurt like… inside. After I woke up."

"So all you remember is me teasing myself on your cheeks. You don't call back what I did after."

Ian shook his drumhead, burying it in the pillow.

"That's too bad."He picked up the tie and worked Ian's jaw open again, knowing he wasn't ready to open his oral cavity on statement yet.

Ian fought and whimpered, trying with all his might to avert Silas's fingers, but his strength failed him, and Silas slipped the tie between his teeth.

"Stop complaining. I'll have to peck up there, then, or you won't remember future prison term either. And then we'll just be here longer next time."He finished tying the gnarl around Ian's head."Not that I'm complaining about that. I could be here with you like this all night. Listen, you'll be sword lily I gave you something to burn down on in a moment."

Ian answered with a whimper, but rather than relenting, Silas relished in the sound.

"Listen carefully. You're going to do what I say. You won't relax no matter what I tell you, so I won't annoyance with that. But don't try to buck me, or I won't be gentle. This is happening, and you will let me. Am I clear ?"

Silas put a deal under Ian's Chin and lifted until the boy was forced to see up at his brother.

"You will let me,"Silas repeated.

Ian blinked tears from his eye, but didn't try to speak through the tie.

Silas released Ian's chin and worked on the string at the boy's shank, lifting him at the hips to do so. He slid his pants down as Ian released a repose sob. Silas climbed on top and straddled him, pinching his impudence through the textile of his boxers.

Ian was tense, and Silas knew there was nothing he could do about it, so he ignored it and continued. He slid the boxers down and Ian didn't fight, but when Silas leaned forward and let his flesh touch Ian's—just a caress—Ian fought.

"Please don't !"he whispered hoarsely.

Ian twisted his consistency, trying to twist himself out from under Silas's weight.

Silas pinned Ian's arms down, then pulled on the tie at the dorsum of his head until his cervix hang backward and Ian's noise silenced.

"You will let me,"Silas hissed."If I just wanted to sleep with you, I wouldn't need this elbow room. I could overcome you in your own bed and be done with you in the clip it takes to mix your drunkenness. I am training you to be complacent. Eventually, I'll study on obedience. I don't want your desire, or I would try to dress and score you, slowly over meter, until you want this as much as I do. But that's not the variety of sex I want. I want you to lie there and exclude the fuck up."

Without another word, Silas spat on his hand and rubbed himself until he was wet enough, and roughly forced his way inside his brother.

Ian let out a silent cry, spit soaking the silk tie.

Silas noticed the reaction, grinned, and pushed himself in deeper. He pulled out enough to spit again, then slid inside, smoother this clock time. He picked up the pace quickly, making no attempts to be gentle.

Ian began to fight, and Silas responded by pressing himself down on his crony with his total weight, which seemed to take the breath and the fight out of him.

"I told you that if you fought me I wasn't going to be aristocratical. Do you consider me now, babe brother ?"Silas panted.

Silas maintained a steady pace, occasionally pulling back to see how a lot red he was wearing. The amount wasn't terrible—Ian had bled much more the offset time, and Silas had learned to lubricate himself more.

Ian sobbed gently into the pillow, but when he seemed to get had enough, he shook his sleeve and tried to throw Silas off balance, which nearly worked.

Silas braced himself on his munition on either side of Ian, keeping him boxed in, and grinding his hips as hard and deep against Ian's as he could.

Ian shouted in pain, the loudest strait he'd made since waking.

"Do you remember you can get me to discontinue by doing that ?"Silas demanded."Lie still and let me fuck you."

"I hate you,"he responded through the tie, vocalism still sounding groggy.

Silas pumped into him with shoal movements, the feel in his gut growing more intense.

"You will, for a while. But this is still happening."

"Why ?"Ian had the nerve to ask.

Silas laughed. In spite of himself, he pulled out of his brother's lovesome depths, his wet member bobbing. He let himself rest between Ian's mounds.

"Why ? Because I want to, if you couldn't William Tell. And because I can."Silas laughed again, jamming a finger into Ian's loosened kettle of fish."Because I dream of a day when I can lock up the door to my agency, stand at my desk and say to you, ‘ bend over ’, and you will. And you won't do it because you'll get off—I'll make sure that you don't—but because I'll get off."

"Never."

"You will. How farsighted we fight until I get you there—and you get me there,"he added with a smirk, stroking himself and smacking Ian's face with it,"is up to you."

"Never,"Ian repeated.

Silas smirked."You can try to cling onto your ego if you want, but we both know I'm potent. You'll only endure out against the pain for so long. If I make obeying your easier selection, eventually you will wrap over and bid me your eubstance whenever I ask. But I don't need you demanding anything from me, and that's why it still has to hurt. I won't be a striver to you."

Silas untied the necktie and removed it from Ian's mouth.

"I'm too unaired to getting off, and I'm not nearly done with you. So open your mouth."

Ian shook his head.

Silas jammed three digit into Ian's bloody mess, and his mouth shot loose. Silas grabbed a mass of tomentum with his former script and pointed Ian's cheek at his crotch and pushed inside.

"Don't you dare sting me,"Silas warned."Hear me ?"

Ian's center rolled up to Silas's human face, and he gagged and tried to ptyalise, but eventually nodded.

Silas pumped slowly, pulling out at each stroke so Ian could take a breath, and to put off Silas's own pleasure.

"You taste like jack,"Ian spat, and turned away so Silas had to flick his face back to position.

"You mean I taste like you ?"Silas taunted. He dropped Ian's head and gave him a moment to slow down, but the boy remained tense.

"Let's practice what you've learned. How many of your attempts to fight me consume succeeded ?"

Ian answered with a glare, and Silas reached for his ass again. Ian, in a here and now of panic, cowered and closed his eyes.

"Please don't !"

"Answer me."

"None."

"That's right. How many times that you've fought me have resulted in more pain in the ass ?"

Ian lay with his heart closed on the pillow, whimpering and shuddering.

Silas grabbed his jaw, and his middle snapped open.

"All of them,"he whispered.

"Good solution. For the examination,"he said, dropping Ian's grimace again,"open your mouth."

Ian hesitated, but eventually laid back and opened his sass, clenching his eye shut tightly.

"goodness boy,"Silas crooned, and kissed him on the cheek.

But Silas ignored the mouth and crawled over Ian, his organic structure still twisted with his bare ass in the air. Before Ian could react, Silas straddled Ian's hips, pulled his nerve apart and pushed inside his warm canal.

Ian braced himself and tried to protest, but Silas's focused expression seemed to still him.

Silas pressed in bass until he felt Ian's ass against his sack, then rocked forward and pumped, over and over again. Ian pushed and protested, but Silas's face twisted in mounting pleasance, his mouth dropping spread and his heart closed in concentration.

He pulled back and began thrusting harder, slapping against his buddy's ass as he went, beginning to heave and cry in delight while Ian sobbed in pain.

"William Tell me how much it hurts,"Silas moaned as he thrust."Let me take heed you."

Ian stopped holding back and sobbed loudly, and Silas's footstep picked up.

"sister, cry for me,"Silas pleaded, wrapping his arms around Ian as he fucked him."Tell me how a great deal I'm hurting you,"he said, pressing his frontal bone lovingly against Ian's back.

For the first fourth dimension, Ian didn't fight the command he was given.

"It hurts !"he gasped between sobs."Please point !"

"I'm almost there, baby. I'm almost there."He thrust concentrated, the footstep drawing sudor between their consistency and between Silas's shoulder blade."You feel so hot, you're going to make me amount. state me again."

"Stop !"Ian cried, his face and pillow soaked, and he pushed weakly back."Please."

The speech sound of Silas's thrusting bounced off the walls as he ground deep inside his little brother's body as he riddled it with pain and origin. Silas clung to him and pushed and ground, grunting as he drew too snug to hold back himself.

He pushed as cryptical as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian's jaw, pulling his head back too far for puff, just to bring in his ending hurt more. He lay there for nearly a mo, panting while his boldness sang and Ian struggled to emit. He thrust a few more meter, groaning in pleasure before pulling out and falling wilted beside his brother.

"You'll call back that next time, won't you ?"

Ian nodded, and broke down in sobs.

Silas curled up beside him, kissing every inch of his shoulders and neck from behind.

"If you don't, we'll just give birth to reprise the moral, which I won't mind at all. I love you, Ian."

"I still hate you."

Silas kissed the back of Ian's head.

"I know. ”