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For all the things Ryland has noticed about you, you’ve noticed just as many about him. He clocked your kinks quickly, studied your responses to his words, his actions, logging information away to reference later. And he was good at referencing, always testing the waters slowly, giving you time to tell him if you don’t like something, but his observations were accurate, so you rarely asked him to stop.
What he didn’t expect was for you to pick up on his kinks. He thought he kept them hidden well enough, thought maybe you would miss the signs if he kept you distracted with his tongue and his cock. But you’re smart, you wouldn’t have made it to Erid without the ability to dissect information when it’s presented to you.
And the signs you’d noticed? Well, maybe they were subtle but they were enough. It was the way he would gasp just a little when you reached for his length, how he would melt into you when you pushed him against a wall for a kiss. It was how he would ask how he was doing when he was balls deep in you, like he needed the praise more than he needed air. Your favorite, though, was how he would beg so softly when you edged him. Quiet whispers of “please, can I come?” falling from his lips between whimpers and moans.
And you would never tell him no, how could you when he asked so nicely?
So you waited, timed it just right so that he would be unaware, hoping that if you caught him off guard he’d be more willing to let things slip. He was out with Rocky for the afternoon, no doubt talking science and sociology and lesson plans for his students. It was just enough time for you to make a plan, deciding that today was the day you’d ask, the worst he could say is no.
When Ryland gets back to the house, carrying a basket of goodies from Adrian, he greets you with a kiss and a squeeze to your hip. “Missed you,” he smiles, shifting so he’s leaning against the counter with you standing between his legs. You wrap your arms around his neck, laughing when he presses a sweet kiss to your jaw, “missed you too.” He pulls back just a little, squinting through his lashes, studying your face.
“You’re up to something,” he murmurs, amusement sparkling in his eyes. “What do you mean?” You’ve always been a bad liar, so you go the route of asking questions, leading him to the truth without having to say it. “I don’t know,” he chuckles, hands landing on your ass, fingers dipping into your pockets like he belongs there. “But something’s weird.”
“I’m not doing anything, Ry!” You bury your face against his neck, smiling when he tightens his grip and hums. He kisses you, one hand coming up to cup your cheek, fingers tangling in your hair just enough to give him leverage. It’s easy to get lost in him, especially when he licks into your mouth so gently, like even after all this time he’s still trying to map the contours of your body.
He leans back, biting his lip to try to hide his smirk when you chase him. You pull him back to you, moaning quietly when he relents and lets you have what you want. “Mm, baby,” he groans, “what do you need?” The question makes you pause - you could just tell him, just say it outright, ask for complete control and put the ball in his court. Instead, you step back, grabbing his hand and pulling him to the bedroom.
You push him down to sit on the bed, climbing into his lap slowly, giving him a chance to catch up. “I’ve been thinking,” you start, laying your arms over his shoulders lazily, “about you,” his brows raise a little, “about what you like.” His fingers tighten on your hips, teeth worrying his lips again.
You press a tender kiss to his neck, smiling when his breath hitches. “Just been noticing things, is all,” you whisper, feeling how he swallows. “Oh yeah?” He tries to play it cool but his voice comes out strained. You hum, “you respond very well to praise,” a quick bite to his throat, “you like when I… take charge.” You whisper the last words right into his ear, placing a kiss to the skin right behind it when his hands shift to your thighs.
“Baby,” he whines, gasping when you roll your hips slowly over his, knowing you feel how he’s growing under you. “Would you like that, Ry? Want me to take over, just for tonight?” You pull back just in time to see his eyes flutter closed and his head tip back, adam’s apple bobbing. You kiss the corner of his mouth, letting him sit for a second, giving him a chance to decide what he wants.
Finally, he opens his eyes just enough to see you, his breathing picking up already. “Please,” he whispers, head falling forward in a quick nod. “Baby, please.” And who are you to deny him when he sounds so wrecked already?
You kiss him, one hand burying in his hair to hold him still, the other dropping to tease over his shirt. He follows your lead, groaning when you run your fingers over his nipple, hips shifting when you pinch just a little. You separate from him just long enough to slip his shirt off, your movements slow and teasing, tracing each inch of skin you uncover with the lightest touch. He twitches under you, his abs flexing when you ghost over them with your nails.
You stand and pull him up with you, hooking your fingers in his belt loops to grind into him with a smile. He’s slack jawed already, his eyes hooded and dazed. You cup his face, drawing his attention to you, and pop the button on his pants. He makes a desperate sound, keeping his hands on your waist, trying to behave for you. His pants hit the floor, you bite your lip and sink down in front of him, making sure he’s watching before you nuzzle against the thin fabric covering his hard length.
He drops his head forward, sighing when you mouth over him, feeling the heat from your tongue on his tip. His hands find a home in your hair, tugging gently. You push back immediately, knowing he feels the loss. “Let me take care of you,” you murmur, waiting until he nods to return your attention to where he was so desperate for you.
Slow hands pull his boxer briefs down, his cock springing free and a gasp falling from his lips again. You can’t help how quickly you’re on him, licking a stripe up the underside of his length and moaning at the taste. He’s faring much worse, chest already heaving, pink flush working its way down his torso, quiet whines slipping out at the sensations you’re giving him.
“Sit down for me, sweet boy,” you smile up at him, taking note of how his fingers tighten in your hair and his breath hitches. He drops to the bed, legs spread wide enough to for you to slide right up to him. You take him in your hand, stroking slow enough to drive him crazy. A tap to your shoulder makes you look up, a rough whisper of “here, please,” and he’s handing you a pillow. It just about makes you swoon, how sweet he is even when his only job is to listen.
You accept the pillow and slip it under your knees, smiling your thanks and running a hand up his thigh. “Always so good,” you praise, taking his tip into your mouth before he has a chance to respond. The noise he lets out is strained, a broken moan shaking through him when you circle your tongue around him and suck gently. You work him down slowly, relaxing your throat on each stroke, trying to take as much of him as you can.
He’s a mess above you, hips writhing and head falling forward. Your name flows from his lips like a prayer, his hands twisting in the sheets beside him when you bat him away from your hair. He gives you control, stays as still as he can with his cock all the way down your throat. You feel how he’s holding back a little, doubling your efforts and bobbing how you know he likes. Your hand comes up to cup his balls, it pulls a loud moan from him, spurring you on.
“Sweetheart, I- I’m gonna come,” he whimpers out, a shiver wracking through him when you pull off. “Want you to,” you grin up at him, huffing a laugh around his length when he groans as you take him back into your mouth. He nods quickly, letting his moans flow freely, panting like you’re sucking his soul right out of him. You groan around him, feeling how he tenses, listening to how his pleas change as he climbs to his peak.
He’s borderline begging as he comes, voice high and eyes rolling back. “Please, please, baby please,” he whispers, crying out when you squeeze his balls and swallow, warm spurts shooting down your throat and filling your mouth. He leans over you, his eyes shut tight and his hands flying to your head - not guiding, just seeking contact.
You pull off of him with a smile, “so hot, Ry. You sound so pretty when you come like that.” He turns red, glazed eyes finding yours, his mouth hanging open slightly. You pull him down, kissing him soundly, helping him find his way back to you before you continue. When he reaches for you, helping you stand and running sweet hands over your knees to work out any soreness, you know it’s time for the next part of your plan.
It doesn’t escape notice that you’re still fully clothed, standing over his naked form, sated and spacey on the bed. He stays where he is, looking up at you with an expectant face, like he knows you’re not done. You stroke a hand down his cheek, cupping his jaw and licking your lips. He looks incredible, so open and pliant, ready to do anything you ask.
Shaky hands reach for the bottom of your shirt, a soft please slipping out when he feels your hand tighten on his cheeks. “Use your words, Ry,” you whisper, tacking on a smile so he knows he’s allowed. He swallows hard, fingers playing with the fabric while he finds his voice. “Please, can I see you?” God, he sounds wrecked.
You nod, leaning down to kiss him softly, “of course, baby.” He helps you out of your shirt, hands skimming down your sides when you’re free. You let him undress you, whisper sweet words to him as he sheds each layer and touches your skin like he’s worshipping you. And maybe he is, who are you to complain?
Finally, he gains a little confidence and asks, “can I taste you?” It comes out meek, like he’s not sure if he’s supposed to be asking, but you push him back with a hand on his chest, climbing over him when his back hits the bed. He groans when he realizes where you’re heading, helping you shift until you’re hovering just above his mouth. “Want to ride your face, you gonna let me do that?”
He closes his eyes with a whine, nodding his head when he realizes that you’re waiting for an answer. “Look at me,” you whisper, running a hand through his hair until he peeks up at you under heavy lids. “You gonna make me feel good, baby?” You smile when he nods again, your body shaking with the force of his movements.
You sit all the way down, moaning when his tongue meets you halfway and practically guides you home. He’s loud right away, whimpering into your soaked core, lapping up the evidence of your arousal. He knows your spots, knows how to make you keen in a matter of minutes. Your moans are music to his ears, the soft praise you speak over him going straight to his head.
He sucks your clit between his lips, flicking his tongue and humming against you until your head falls back. He doesn’t look away, holding eye contact with you even when you can’t see him. “God, Ryland,” you choke out, “feels so good.” He groans under you, big hands gripping your hips and helping you grind into him.
You feel the ridge of his nose against your clit, feel his tongue spearing into your core, his beard scratching the inside of your thighs. “Just like that,” you sigh, rolling your hips and tugging his hair. You take what you want, knowing that he’d let you have just about anything from him in this moment, grinding and moaning and praising him until you feel the heat pool in your lower stomach.
He moves his lips back to your clit, shaking his head and grunting when he feels you tense above him. Your cries reach a peak, waves of pleasure rolling through you with a long moan. You shake and twitch, praising him when your breath returns with soft strokes through his hair. He finally closes his eyes, breathing deeply while he laps up your slick.
You tip sideways, falling on the bed with a huff. He chases you, slotting himself between your legs, silently asking for a kiss when he gets to your face. He tastes like you, his tongue moving against yours slowly, still following your lead. You smile at him, hands cupping his face. “I still want you to fuck me, if you’re able to,” you kiss him again, laughing when he whines into it and drops his hips against yours. “Mhm,” he nods, letting you feel how his cock is hardening against your core.
“Stretch me out first,” you mumble, thumbs stroking his beard. He drops to your neck with a moan, hand slipping down to play in your slick. He presses two fingers in, sucking hickeys on your neck while you writhe. “T-two or three?” He asks quietly, tilting so he can see your face. You brush through his hair, enjoying the pace he set. “Give me three,” you murmur, head tipping back when he pushes one more finger in.
Ryland stretches you carefully, panting when you scratch down his back and tell him how good it feels. You feel how he grinds his hips into you, feel his length standing at full attention again. Somewhere in the back of your mind you realize that this is the fastest he’s ever gotten it up again, you attribute it to the praise but you’ll confirm that theory later.
You push his chest, asking him to roll over. He does, sitting up against the headboard and watching you with glassy eyes. You throw a leg over him, wasting no time and lining him up. You sink down slowly, hands finding a place on his shoulders, your lips sealing over his with a sigh. He can’t even pretend to kiss you back around the moans he’s letting out as you bounce on him.
You sit up just enough to give him an eyeful of your breasts, watching as he locks on to them and his mouth drops open. You press a hand to the back of his head, pushing him until he licks a nipple into his mouth. It shoots through you, making you clench around him and drawing moans from you both. “Fuck,” you mumble, petting through his hair, “always so perfect for me, such a good boy.”
His head tips back quickly, a whine eeking out when he looks at you. Whatever you thought was the best he’s ever looked is quickly being replaced by how he looks now. His hair is a mess, a flush warming his cheeks and chest, big eyes blown out and heavy. He’s panting, his mouth open and inviting. You lean in just a little, “stick your tongue out, baby.”
He does, eyes rolling back when you spit in his mouth and use a hand to close his jaw. “Swallow,” you tell him, your stomach flipping when he does as he’s told.
Your legs are sore, your rhythm breaking quickly. He can feel how you’re slowing down, his brows furrowing when you tip to the side a little. “Take over, Ry,” you whisper into his ear, smiling when he flips you and matches the pace you lost.
He buries his face in your neck, whining and whimpering when you wrap your legs around him and meet his thrusts. You want to praise him, tell him how good he’s doing, but he’s hitting that spot inside you so perfectly that you can’t get anything out but airy moans.
He ruts into you with abandon, quiet pleas falling on your ears. You take a deep breath, whispering, “come with me, Ryland. Wanna feel you.” He lets out a broken cry, gasping when you circle your clit and clench down on him. Your climax roars through you, legs convulsing as the heat crashes into you in waves. You pull him over the edge with you, feeling how his hips stutter, how he slams home and groans above you.
His weight lands on top of you, a shiver running through him when you run your hands up his back and through his hair. You whisper how well he did, how good he made you feel, how perfect he was for you. It makes him twitch where you’re still connected, a final aftershock shaking through him with a sweet whine into your neck.
You let him shift, feeling him pull out and slide up against your side, his head landing on your chest with a sigh. “Need you to be in charge more often,” he mumbles into your skin. You laugh, feeling how he relaxes into you. “I can make that happen,” you squeeze his bicep.
It’s quiet for a few minutes, your breathing calming down and the numbness in your legs fading. A soft snore falls from Ryland’s mouth, his arms lax around you. Pride wells up in you, he’s always been such a nurturer, being able to give him the same treatment he always gives you makes your heart swell. And he sleeps for hours, trapping you under him for so long that you have no choice but to let your eyes close too.