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You are a little hesitant to go this far so quickly, but Ryan insists he can handle it. He wants to feel as connected to you as possible, and if this is what does it, you’re willing to try.
He is sitting with you in bed, hard and eager for your touch as you whisper teasing words into his ear. Lightly, you tap his face, and he smiles, encouraging you to try a little harder. After a couple more taps, you finally work up to it- a real slap, audibly sharp against his skin.
In a split second, his pretty smile drops. His hand moves to his face, and he looks away as tears well in his eyes. He’s trying not to cry as he brings his knees to his chest, embarrassed that he’s immediately lost his erection.
Your heart drops. Shit.
Quickly, you move his hand from his face, replacing it with your own. You stroke his reddened cheek, covering it in kisses as he trembles. “I won’t do that again, okay?”
Ryan wraps his arms around you, relaxing his legs outward again. “Okay,” he murmurs as you shower the rest of his face in kisses for good measure. “I’m sorry I didn’t like it…”
“It’s not your fault! You don’t have to like it. We can do something else, anything you want.”
He’s quiet for a while, soaking up all your attention and love. Eventually, as you pull back and study his sweet face, Ryan says, “I think I just want to cuddle for now. Can we watch something together?”
“Of course.” You sit back and pull him close, letting him rest his head against your chest.
For a while, you browse different streaming services with him, finally stopping on an old Disney cartoon- something obscure that he is persistent about watching. You can’t say no to those annoyingly cute brown eyes, so you snuggle with him and half-watch, half-nap through it.
When it’s over, though, he looks up at you hopefully and asks, “can we try again?”
This time, you know to be gentle, no matter what he claims he can handle. His soft, naive nature requires a kind of tenderness that you are not used to providing, but are more than happy to give to him- only him.
You wonder what exactly you can do that will put Ryan in the mental space he so desperately craves without harming him or leaving him feeling truly ashamed. Running your hands from his babyish cheeks to his neck, you come to a decision.
“Lay on your back, love.”
He’s practically melted deep in your arms already, so it takes little effort to slide down on his back for you, his hand covering his grinning mouth shyly.
You straddle him, pulling his hand away and pinning them both above his head with one hand. He looks up at you helplessly, as if he couldn’t push you off, lift you in his arms and move you however he liked.
But Ryan doesn’t want that. It feels natural for him to give everything over to you- and for you to take it- and during moments like this, you begin to realize just how vulnerable he allows himself to be with you. He will risk unwanted pain if it means you two get to play new games together, and that makes you want to handle him even more kindly.
Wrapping your other hand around his neck, you ask him, “does my baby want to make me cum?”
He raises his hips up, so you can feel how hard he is again. “Yes, yes, please let me.”
You squeeze the sides of his neck for a few seconds- not to really cut off his air, just enough to make his eyes widen and his breath strain. As you give him permission to slide his thick cock inside you, he shudders in excitement, and you can’t resist giving him a few quick kisses before you focus on riding him.
“Is this good?” Ryan asks between sharp breaths. His thrusts are slow and deliberate, and judging by the way he’s looking at you, it seems like torture for him.
“That’s perfect,” you reply, but then you slam your hips down on him, forcing a gasp from his throat. You know you’re taking him too fast, and there’s no way he will last much longer, but you don’t mind.
“Wait,” he cries, “I’m close, slow down, please-“
You cut him off with a brief, gentle squeeze of his throat, grinding against him until his body arches and jolts under you, pitifully whimpering your name.
He looks so pretty like this, flushed and sweating and abashed as he throbs inside you, spilling into you helplessly.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers, “… I can’t stop it…”
Releasing his wrists and neck, you take his face in your hands, kissing his soft lips and comforting him through his orgasm. “It’s alright, it’s alright.”
“But- but I didn’t do what I was supposed to…”
”You will.” Rolling off him and onto your back, you have him cuddle against you. As he does, you move his hand between your legs.
He is still panting, still overwhelmed, but he doesn’t need any instruction now. He slips two of his long fingers between your folds, gently pushing his cum that’s leaking out of you back into your cunt. “There’s so much of it inside you,” he moans. “Do you like it?”
”Very much…” You pet him, savoring his warmth, his quiet voice, the beat of his heart.
It takes time to bring you to the edge, but he is patient and focused. When you climax, with his fingers stroking deep inside you, you clutch him possessively, murmuring what a sweet boy he is, until your words are tangled together and you’re breathless with pleasure.
It takes longer than usual to come down from the high, but he’s with you the whole time, his words muffled as he kisses across your chest and neck, but his tone as affectionate as always.
When you gain a little energy back, you run a hand down Ryan’s chest, down his stomach, and wrap your fingers around his soft, smooth cock.
”I’m really sorry, I don’t think I can…” he trails off, burying his face against you.
”I don’t expect that,” you assure him, stroking him tenderly. “This is mine to play with. Just relax and enjoy it.”
He does enjoy it, resting with you and giggling softly at your touch until sleep inevitably overtakes him. Only then do you finally move your hand, grabbing the remote control and switching on the TV.
Turning it down low enough to assure he isn’t jolted awake, you browse for something to watch, all the while stroking his curls. This is the kind of dominance he needed from you. Not rough, not mean- just forceful enough to allow him to fall asleep feeling completely safe.
Ryan stirs, murmuring something indistinct.
”What is it?” You coo, tipping your head down to hear him better.
”Can we watch Toy Story?”
You were so close to choosing something for yourself this time. Now would be a perfect moment to exert some authority over him, but as he stretches sleepily and looks up at you, his eyes squinted and a soft smile across his face, you lose all ability to deny him.
You allow yourself a moment to mourn your loss, then sigh and open the search bar. “Sure, baby.”