My Best Friend Took Me Doggy Style Because He Loves My Big Butt

“Let’s practice what you’ve learned. Silas curled up beside him, kissing every inch of his shoulders and neck from behind. “Do you think you can get me to stop by doing that?” Silas demanded. But Silas knew it was just fatigue, not complacency, and certainly not consent or obedience. He pushed as deep as he could and held himself inside his brother, and wrapped a hand around Ian’s jaw, pulling his head back too far for comfort, just to make his ending hurt more. How are you feeling?”
Ian tried to move, but his energy ran out and he lay still, his eyes still closed. Ian shouted in pain, the loudest sound he’d made since waking. But you’re still too stoned to fight back, so I’m not too worried.”
Ian made weak attempts to push his guardian away while Silas grabbed his arms and wrapped the belt around his wrists and bound them to the bars on the headboard.