Last day of Kinktober. Sorry guys

"Ry, please, I wanna—" Brendon pulls against the rope tying him to the headboard of the bed but Ryan's not letting up. He only tugs gently at the shirt covering his chest, just barely pulling at the bright hem.

"What?" Ryan teases, pulling them hem up past his nipples just before letting it drop again.

Brendon groans in frustration, bucking his hips up but Ryan doesn't give in, only continues to sneak his shirt up, then press it back down and laugh at Brendon's frustration.

"You want me to show myself off? Huh?"

"Yes!" Brendon cries.

"Nope."

Ryan grinds down on Brendon, laughing as he teases the fabric up past his belly button, then after a moment, shows his chest, and finally pulls it up past his head; letting it fall behind him.

Brendon groans, trying to lean forward and kiss it but he can't quite reach and Ryan doesn't plan on letting him anyways. He slowly unbuttons and unzips his jeans, smiling down at the other and rubbing his growing hardon through the lace panties cupping it.

"You want my cock, Slut?" Ryan asks.

"Yes!" Brendon gasps.

"Beg for it like a good little whore," The brunette replies, slowly rubbing himself to full mast and teasing off his jeans.

"Ry, I need you inside me now please, f-fuck me please, oh my god."

"You can do better than that," Ryan laughs, grinding down in shallow strokes, "Fucking beg."

"R-Ryan! Please!" Brendon whines.

Ryan glares at him until he lowers his head in submission with a hard blush.

"I-I want your cock in me s-so bad please, I j-just..."

"Good enough," Ryan slips down the panties, "Spread your legs like a good boy for me."