#contradictivs 009.

[sunnyvaler]

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The arm around his boyfriend’s waist tightened to keep him from squirming too much. Forcing him to stop and take a breath. In actuality, it was more along the lines of forcing Kurt to stop and watch him struggle as he tried to gain more of the pleasurable stimulation that he had been seeking out. The nails of one hand gently dug into the bare skin of the smaller blonde’s hip as a smirk curled at the corner of his lips. “Easy,” Ryder hummed — Sounding more than a little bit amused. There was a small roll of his own hips to give Kurt one lasting effect of what he wanted. He had too many things in his mind to sort out everything. Too many ideas of what he wanted to do with Kurt. “Stay still, baby. Can you do that for me?” Let him enjoy the view of you sitting pretty on his own dick. The nails that dug into Kurt’s hip pulled away to gently scratch against his side. “Don’t move. Show me you can be a good boy, yeah?”

There’s no denying the blonde’s desperation, no hiding how much he’s craving everything Ryder’s giving him. The arm tightening around his waist earns a gasp, though still Kurt attempts to move his hips, attempts to get everything he possibly can. He doesn’t want to slow down, doesn’t want to lose any of the growing pleasure that burns in his gut. The nails digging into his skin earns a whimper, hands clutching to Ryder’s arm, somewhere between trying to get rid of it so he can move and trying to pull it tighter to really hold him still. The roll of Ryder’s hips is what makes his head fall back with a moan, loud and not at all subtle, shaky breathing making it clear just how much he craves more, how much he needs it. But Ryder won’t give him more, something made abundantly clear with his words. He whines at the instruction, but he does his best to stop himself from moving. It just doesn’t feel like enough, he wants so much more, wants Ryder to fuck into him so hard that he can’t think straight. But that doesn’t seem to be Ryder’s plan here, something that Kurt has plenty of protests about. He whines, moves his hips ever so slightly, but as usual the slightest hint of praise has him crumbling to commands. He wants to be good, wants to do what Ryder wants, even if he is desperately craving so much more. So he’ll be good, still his hips despite the desperate whimpers and whines that escape him. 

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it’s no secret that charlie is protective of his friends. he always has been, even if it had always been subtle. it’s always been a little more obvious with ryder, but even then he’d mostly kept things subtle. a hand on the lower back, glares at anyone rude, little things. it isn’t so subtle now, though. ever since what went down with monty he’d been more and more aware of little threats or insults, knew when things weren’t friendly. it hadn’t taken much, in fact it probably should’ve taken more, but a few little words had fists swinging. he’s brutal, goes on longer than he should, not stopping until ryder actually pulls him off. he’s resistant to being pulled off, ready to keep fighting for as long as it takes, but once he realises it’s ryder he stops struggling. fists drip with blood, most of it not his own, a moment spent just staring at the guy on the ground. slowly he’ll turn to face ryder, looking over him as if he’d been the one fighting. anger is still palpable, but he noticeably softens when looking at his boyfriend. “are you okay?”