#ryder para

[polyadamory-blog]

Sparky Plays Fetch || Rydam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Ryder Lynn

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Mid-Afternoon; Tuesday, October 21st

Summary: Adam gets Ryder a set of kneepads and the two experiment a bit more, amid much reassurances and cuddles

Adam Crawford

"Hello? Anybody home?" Adamcalled as he stumbled through the door and dropped his pack by the shoe rack. He smiled as Matilda came barreling up the hall to meet him, tail wagging. "Hey there, Girl. Yeah. Daddy's home..." He gave her ears a friendly scritching.

Ryder Lynn

"On the couch," Ryder called. He was half sitting up, knees pulled upward and acting as a makeshift table for his textbook. He was more than ready for a break from studying though, so he closed the book and looked up as Adam came in. "You're blurry," he announced before pulling his glasses down to the tip of his nose so he could see over them.

Adam Crawford

Adam padded over, leaning across the back of the couch to press a kiss to Ryder's cheek, arm falling easily around his shoulders. "How goes the revising?"

Ryder Lynn

"Fine," Ryder replied, finally pulling the glasses off entirely and setting them on the coffee table. He rubbed at his fingers with his eyes before tugging on Adam's arm. "Break time though. C'mere and give me kisses. Pleeeease."

Adam Crawford

"That could be arranged." Adam grinned, lifting the textbook from Ryder's knees and piling over the back of the couch to slide into Ryder's lap. "You look good with glasses. Have I mentioned that?" Adam murmured, nudging his nose playfully to Ryder's.

Ryder Lynn

"You have," Ryder chuckled, bringing his hands up into Adam's hair. "But they kinda give me a headache if I'm not reading something, since you look like... Blurdam." He laughed a little more brightly at his own stupid pun before pulling Adam for a proper welcome home kiss.

Adam Crawford

A low hum from Adam's lips as he leaned into it, pushing Ryder against the bright-orange arm of the couch. Long and lazy kisses with no rush or goal other than just sharing space and love. When they finally pulled back, Adam laid his head on Ryder's shoulder with a fond smile. "So... I got you something yesterday... But, you don't- have to use it if you don't want to..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder automatically brought a hand up into Adam's hair and gently massaged his fingers into the other man's scalp. "Oh yeah?" he asked curiously. "Sounds slightly ominous, but also kinda intriguing. Are you gonna tell me what it is or do I have to guess?"

Adam Crawford

Adam whimpered, biting his lip to try to keep from melting into a puddle before they talked about things. Things he was having trouble remembering what. "God... Both of you just... know me too well..." his voice going just slightly strained around the edge. "Oh, um... but question, right. I got you knee pads. Yesterday. At the bike shop? For... that thing we did once and you liked? Well, I liked it... a lot... and I think you liked it?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder paused the motion in his hand, mostly to get Adam totally with him again. He wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders instead and smiled down at him. "I liked it," he confirmed. "You think they'll... help me be better for you?"

Adam Crawford

"What?" Adam blinked stupidly, leaning up to look into Ryder's face. "Ryder, you don't... need to be any 'better' than you already are. You're... amazing..." He reached out, cupping Ryder's cheek. "Talk to me? Please? Is... everything alright?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just laughed and shook his head, covering Adam's hand with his own. "Babe... take a breath. Not what I meant," he assured him. "I meant would they help me to... to be a better puppy for you?" he explained quietly. "I assumed that's what you were talking about. And I know it was harder for me last time, being on my knees."

Adam Crawford

"You were a wonderful puppy, Ryder..." Adam murmured, lacing their fingers together with a heartfelt squeeze. "Have you... thought this whole time I didn't like it?" Adam's eyes were wide and guilty. "I loved it. I loved it so much, and you. I enjoy everything we do together, Ryder."

Ryder Lynn

"No, I... I know," Ryder assured him. He did know too, he just always longed to be even better. He wanted to be everything Adam could need. "But now I can... be the best puppy I can be. Instead of you having to carry me around."

Adam Crawford

"But... I like carrying you around too...." Adam said, feeling more and more confused. "It's okay. It's a part of you. I don't mind, and just...." Adam trailed off, frustrated that he couldn't find the right words. his hand went back to Ryder's cheek, trying to pour as much earnestness and sincerity into his voice as he could, "You're always the best you can be, Ryder. Whether you can walk, run, crawl or if you were in a wheelchair, you'd still be good enough for me. None of that matters..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled sweetly before closing the small space between them once again and brushing their lips together. It was a simple kiss, soft, but it said what he needed to say. And probably what Adam was trying to say. "Then why'd you buy me the kneepads?" he asked with an amused little laugh.

Adam Crawford

"I... thought you wanted them. That your knees would be safe while we played and- I can take them back if you don't want them." Adam hurried to say, "I'm sorry, I... didn't mean to offend you. I just thought they'd be nice for you to have..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder laughed again as he ran his fingers through Adam's hair once more. "Alright... before your head explodes," he teased, leaving a kiss to the tip of Adam's nose. "We're gonna go upstairs, and we're gonna play, okay?" He let out a playful little bark before slipping out from under Adam and heading for the stairs, wiggling his ass along the way.

Adam Crawford

Adam scrambled up after Ryder, still feeling flustered and confused, but at least comforted that Ryder seemed to be in a good mood. He caught up with his boyfriend halfway up the stairs, wrapping his arms around Ryder from behind and holding him close. "I... don't know what just happened, but... I love you, okay?" he murmured tightly against Ryder's neck. "And I always will."

Ryder Lynn

"Nothing happened, Silly Boy," Ryder laughed, reaching his arm back and scratching at the back of Adam's head for a moment. "But... thanks." He grinned, wiggling his eyebrows before he wriggled away and bounded up the stairs.

Adam Crawford

Continuing into the bedroom together, Adam brushed his hand across Ryder's back as he passed him towards the closet. "I have them in here. I... hope they fit, and they work. I can... do some more research and find a different kind if these don't help," Adam said quickly, darting glances back over his shoulder as he fumbled through the closet, bringing down a plastic bag from the top shelf and pulling out the kneepads. The packaging that hung them on the wall in the store still attached.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just watched, unable to keep from thinking that Adam was absolutely adorable when he was a bit flustered. "Will you help me put them on?" he asked quietly as he slipped his jeans off and took a seat on the bed, stretching his legs out in front of him.

Adam Crawford

Adam glanced back over his shoulder and did a double take. "Ah..." He swallowed. "Yeah... I mean- Yes. Yes, I can help you put them on. Of course..." He nearly dropped them twice returning to the bed before he knelt down at Ryder's feet, trying to catch his breath. He looked at Ryder's knees and smiled. His eyes lingering on the long, surgical scar along Ryder's left knee. "You're beautiful," he said, as if he couldn't stop himself, eyes looking up to Ryder's face. "This doesn't change anything for me." Adam laid a gentle hand over Ryder's old injury. "I promise. You're perfect to me."

Ryder Lynn

One side of Ryder's mouth quirked upward, and he laid his hand over Adam's for a moment. "And you're perfect to me, even if you get all flappy sometimes." He reached down to adjust one of the pads once Adam got it up around his knee.

Adam Crawford

Pressing a kiss to the other knee, Adam quickly slid the second pad up and into place. "You're important to me," he explained. "I just... want you to be as happy as you can be, Ryder. You deserve that..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's heart fluttered in his chest, and he smiled again. "So do you," he replied gently. His foot slid up Adam's thigh slowly until it covered the slight bulge in his pants, rubbing gently over top. "You have anything else for me?" he asked, nodding towards the bag that still laid on the floor.

Adam Crawford

"I... no?..." Adam asked, suddenly, thoroughly distracted for a whole new reason. "Should- should I have? Did I forget something? I can... get you whatever you want... Anything you ask for," Adam swore, looking up at Ryder with this almost worshipful look on his face.

Ryder Lynn

"Hey, hey," Ryder said soothingly, reaching down to cup Adam's face in his hands. He leaned forward as well and kissed him softly, hoping it might calm him a bit. "I just thought maybe you got some ears or something, but that's okay. We don't need them. I can still be your good puppy all my own," he assured him, sneaking in another little kiss.

Adam Crawford

"You can. You are." Adam agreed, reaching up to tangle his hands in Ryder's hair. "And..." Adam just stared, at a loss. "Can I just hold you? Just... for a little while?" he murmured.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder tilted his head to the side curiously. It certainly wasn't what he'd been expecting to hear as far as commands go, but he wasn't going to turn him down either. "Of course, Babe. Whatever you want," he agreed, scooting back on the bed to make room for Adam to get in beside him.

Adam Crawford

Adam quickly climbed up, sprawling out on top of the sheets and pulling Ryder in close. He held him quietly, breathing in the scent of Ryder's shampoo from his hair. "Thank you..." He pet his hands up and down Ryder's bare back slowly, relaxing one muscle group at a time. "You're the best... You're- You're a good puppy, Sparky." Adam murmured, pressing a kiss to Ryder's scalp.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whimpered softly and lifted his head just to nose along Adam's jawline, giving him a little nip where his jaw met his neck. He wiggled slightly and pressed his hips against Adam's body in a silent request.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah?" Adam asked, a bright smile blooming across his face as he arched his head up from Ryder's playful little bites. "What do you want, Boy? What is it?" Voice softly coaxing as he continued to pet Ryder's back, lingering lower and lower until he was cupping Ryder's ass affectionately with both hands.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a happy, affectionate little noise, unable to stop himself from grinning at the way Adam looked at him. He knew that look, and he adored it. He started rocking his hips against Adam's a little harder, his skin starting to tingle with pleasure.

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled, squeezing gently. "Somebody's happy today. Aren't you, Sparky." Every moment was bliss, with Ryder in his arms, so affectionate and eager. Any remaining anxiety just bled out like water, leaving a pleasantly warm contentment in its place. "You my good little lap puppy today, Sparky?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gave Adam a little yip in response before he brushed their noses together and looked into Adam's eyes. He would be good and keep from using his words, but maybe he could get everything across with his eyes alone. Well, that and the way his dick was rapidly hardening against Adam's thigh.

Adam Crawford

Adam wasn't far behind. The way Ryder kept shifting and squirming, as if trying to get closer to Adam despite already sharing the same space. It made Adam swallow thickly as Ryder's hip rubbed against his groin. "Okay, Puppy, okay," Adam soothed, stroking one broad palm over Ryder's back. "Let's get me naked, then see if we can't have some fun playing together, what do you say, hm?" he asked, already sitting up.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder moved back just far enough to get on his knees and sit back on his heels. He pulled his t-shirt up over his head and took a deep breath as he watched Adam undressing. It was already making his mouth water, and he figured the best way to express that, as a good puppy anyway, was to let his tongue lull out and give Adam a good pant.

Adam Crawford

When Adam got his own shirt off and opened his eyes, he nearly fell over at the sight. "Oh, God Rr... Sparky," he gasped, nearly using Ryder's name at the unexpected heat that lanced through his gut. "Such a good puppy." Adam spared barely a stroke to Ryder's hair in appreciation before reaching for his own pants, desperate to get fully undressed so they could continue.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat up a little straighter, preening at the praise. He held his head up high, showing off everything he had to offer Adam, his own eyes darkening at the thought of everything they were about to share. He wiggled a little impatiently before ducking down into a pouncing position, waiting impatiently.

Adam Crawford

A bright laugh escaped Adam's chest as he finally pushed his pants down and off, watching Ryder dart his head back and forth, arms out and hands curled into 'paws.' "Oh, Sparky. You're the cutest puppy ever, you know that? Now, come on." Adam leaned back patting his chest invitingly with one hand, the other arm out to accept Ryder.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder pounced on top of Adam, letting a short burst of laughter escape before he closed his mouth up tightly once again. He took a breath before sticking his tongue playfully and licking a stripe up Adam's chest, right over his nipple. He really did love to play.

Adam Crawford

Adam hissed in loudly, letting it out with a soft gasp. "Oh, Fuck... That's a wet tongue you've got there, Sparky. You gonna give me kisses with your tongue, Pet?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gave Adam a little bark in the affirmative before he moved down his body a little bit. He kept on licking him, over his chest and his stomach. Just playful little licks, though they promised so much more. Anything to make his human happy.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, yes. That's a good boy. So friendly, aren't you?" Adam grinned. "But come on. No treats yet. It's playtime," Adam teased, gently guiding Ryder away before he could lick any lower and catch Adam's bobbing cock with his tongue. It wouldn't take but the one lap before Adam's resolve would crumble to dust. "Just got you your new toy and we haven't even used it yet."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined in slight protest, though he let himself be guided. He just wanted one little taste though. He knew Adam would love it. He rolled over though, letting his limbs go in the air and his stomach exposed, and he looked up at Adam hopefully.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, alright." Adam gave a put-upon sigh. "But after tummy rubs, we're gonna play fetch, okay?" Adam asked, rubbing his nails in playful lines up and down Ryder's torso. "That sound like fun? Huh? What do ya think, Sparky? Want to play some fetch?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's leg shook in excitement, his tongue falling from his mouth again as he wiggled. God, that felt good. He melted into the mattress momentarily before rolling back onto his hands and knees and bouncing backwards and forwards in anticipation.

Adam Crawford

Another happy laugh, Adam scruffed at Ryder's hair affectionately as he climbed off the bed and paused. There was a tennisball in the corner that belonged to Gary, but... that perhaps wasn't the most sanitary choice. Instead, Adam went to the dresser and pulled out a pair of thick, wool socks, then stopped to pull out a second pair before moving back to sit beside Ryder on the bed. "Come on, first paw. We almost forgot this, didn't we?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat back on his heels again and held his hands out obediently. He'd do anything to move things along and, more importantly, to make Adam happy. And perhaps if he could show Adam just how talented he was with his mouth, he'd let him use it in other ways as well.

Adam Crawford

Once Ryder's hands were safely tucked away inside the socks, Adam leaned forward, pressing a kiss to Ryder's brow and lingering there. Hand cupping the man's cheek. "You're my good boy, Sparky. Sorry I'm so scattered today. I know you want your treat... we won't play too long. I promise," he murmured. Adam himself was already starting to feel uncomfortably hard at everything they were doing; but while he loved that feeling -- of wanting his boyfriends so desperately he could barely think -- he knew how much it bothered Ryder to have to wait until it started to hurt, and Adam didn't want Ryder to hurt. With that in mind, Adam sat back, rolling the second pair of socks into a tight ball and holding it out for Ryder to get a good look. "Here it is, Sparky. See it? You ready?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes followed Adam's hand, and the makeshift ball inside it, as it moved around in front of him. He crouched down into his pouncing position again and wiggled his ass back and forth. His tongue came out in concentration and he finally let out a sharp bark when he couldn't take it anymore.

Adam Crawford

Adam's cock bobbed eagerly at the sound, and Adam tossed it across the room, It wasn't a huge room, and slightly cramped with the kingsized bed in the middle of it, but large enough. Any bigger would just put unnecessary strain on Ryder's knees anyways.

Ryder Lynn

As much as Ryder wanted to jump off the bed for Adam's benefit, he knew very well it would end up with him going face first into the floor. And that was entirely unsexy. Instead he eagerly made his way to the edge of the bed and turned himself around, going bottom half first until his knees reached the ground. His top half followed and he crawled quickly in the direction the socks had landed. Ryder nosed around the area until he found them and grasped them with his teeth, raising them in the air proudly.

Adam Crawford

A broad grin on Adam's face as he watched Ryder. The way he climbed off the bed was so adorable, somehow even cuter and more puppy-like than if he had hopped onto the floor on all fours. "That's it. That's my good boy; bring it back now, Sparky." Adam patted his thighs encouragingly.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder scurried back as quickly as he could and sat up on his knees, resting each of his hands on either side of Adam's thighs. He dropped the balled up socks into Adam's lap before laying his head there, sneakily eying the hard, hard cock that was inches from his mouth.

Adam Crawford

"Hey, no treats until after playtime," Adam scolded playfully, swatting Ryder on the nose with the balled socks before giving him a quick scritch behind the ear. "Now go get it," Adam teased, waving the 'ball' a quick two little shakes before tossing it across the room again.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gave Adam a defiant little 'woof' before trotting his way over to socks again. He went slower this time, making sure to sway his ass back and forth in a tantalizing manner. He even gave a little wanting glance over his shoulder before bending down to pick the ball up with his teeth again, bringing it back in the same manner.

Adam Crawford

Adam's cock throbbed, a little dribble of precome spilling from the tip as he watched hungrily. His boyfriend was such a horrible tease when he wanted to be, and Adam loved every second of it. When Ryder arrived back with his toy once more, Adam took it straight from his mouth, smoothing his other hand over the back of Ryder's head, tangling his fingers in the other man's hair. "You're such a good boy for me, Sparky. Just one more time, okay? Bring it back one more time and you get your treat?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a little huff before putting his head down and dragging just a bit of Adam's strong thigh muscle through his teeth. He made sure not to hurt him, but still let him know he was growing displeased. After, he just sat back on his heels, waiting.

Adam Crawford

"Hey, no biting. Good puppies don't bite," Adam said sternly with a little look before tossing the socks one more time, smiling softly as he watched Ryder fetch them.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder picked the socks up with his mouth again, but instead of returning to Adam, rounded his way to the other side of the bed. He sat down on the floor behind and rolled onto his back again, ready for Adam to get an eyeful when he inevitably came for him.

Adam Crawford

"Hey, Bad Sparky," Adam huffed, turning and climbing back over the bed when Ryder didn't return after a few moments. When he crested the other side, his eyes widened and his cock bobbed where it hung heavily between his thighs. "Oh.... wow," he breathed at the sight of Ryder sprawled out, legs up, tongue lolling playfully from the side of his mouth. "Okay, my playful little puppy. You did good." Adam smiled, lying down on the bed so he could reach out, rubbing at Ryder's belly with an open palm, firm strokes up and down. Ryder's muscles were firm, but the skin covering them was pliant to the touch, and so warm.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled brightly, his cock hardening further at the knowledge that he wouldn't have to wait much longer. He reached up with a socked hand and pawed at Adam's nose playfully before rolled onto his knees again and started sniffing at their side drawer, looking to Adam hopefully.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah? Is that the kind of treat you want, Boy?" Adam asked, breath shallow as he pushed himself up enough to reach for the drawer -- careful not to hit Ryder in the face with his inquisitive little sniffling -- his own cock pressed firmly to the bedspread as he pulled free the lube. "I suppose you've been good and been so playful. Come on, present," he said, using the same 'command-voice' as last time.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder grinned to himself as he turned his body around. He kept himself on his hands on knees, though he spread them apart just a bit more to give Adam all the room he would need. Looking over his shoulder, he offered a pitiful little whine of need as he waited for Adam to do something. Anything.

Adam Crawford

Adam tumbled off the bed, nearly toppling the both of them as he made his way to the floor, kneeling at Ryder's side and slipping already wet fingers up the crack of his ass. "That's it, Sparky. Good Puppy. I'll take care of you, and you'll get your treat. I promise," Adam soothed as he pushed two fingers into Ryder's hole, exploring playfully as he stretched his puppy open.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a soft little howl of pleasure as he pressed his body back against Adam's fingers. Even just their short little game had made him crazy with need. He knew his Adam would take care of him though, such good care of him.

Adam Crawford

The sounds Ryder made shot shivering pulses of lust up Adam's spine. "God, you're so perfect for me... So obedient and affectionate...." Adam murmured, smoothing his hand over Ryder's back, petting him. Shifting a few knee-steps over until he was positioned behind his boyfriend, Adam licked his lips. "You've been so good for me, want to give you a nice big treat, Pet. You ready for it?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined again, letting Adam know just how ready he was. He stuck his ass up a littler further in the air, on complete display for Adam to take as his own. To take Ryder. He was Adam's and he always would be.

Adam Crawford

Another bob and dribble from Adam's cock as his hips flicked forward. "Alright, alright. I know. I know...." Adam panted, pulling his fingers free and clasping Ryder's hips tightly between his hands, holding him steady as he rocked his hips slowly until his dick caught on Ryder's hole and Adam was able to oh so carefully ease himself inside. "Oh... you're so tight for me... Such a good Sparky you are."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's howl was louder this time, longer, as the pleasure shot through him. It centered right at his ass and ran through him like lightning, just from having Adam inside him again. It was exactly what he needed. And when he was a good puppy, he always got what he needed. He pawed at the floor, attempting to express himself through actions instead of words.

Adam Crawford

"Ohh, yess. Th-that's it. My good, good boy," Adam stuttered, rocking his hips in short, needy pumps. He could feel Ryder's pulse against his skin, surrounding him, pulling him in deeper, tighter. "You're so vocal. Love how vocal you are, letting me know how much you like your treat."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined again, digging pointlessly against the carpet with his socked hands. His whines turned into howls and yips of need and pleasure alike as his hips rocked back against Adam's. He could hear the skin slapping together, only serving to turn him on even more as he began to pant.

Adam Crawford

Adam was already panting, had been since he'd crawled across the bed. He'd been hard for far longer, and he wasn't going to last. "Oohh, my god... Ryd- I'm... It's so close," Adam groaned, hands slipping against the sweat and the lube on Ryder's skin until he gave up, pressing his chest to Ryder's back, planted his hands on the floor and fucked Ryder with abandon, truly mounting him like an animal as he chased his orgasm, right there on the edge of his mind and racing towards him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder reached up and pawed at Adam's hand, attempting to move it even without the use of his fingers. He just keep nudging it towards his dick, the whines continuing to flow from his throat in a desperate need. Just a little touch, a little boost to bring him along.

Adam Crawford

"Oh fuck-" Adam gasped, coming suddenly and explosively with a breathy whine arching up his back and out his throat. The devotion Ryder gave to the role was too much for Adam to handle, and he plunged deep inside Ryder, continuing to buck senselessly through the pleasure, riding every shuddery burst and swell as it poured out of him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder closed his eyes and just let himself feel everything Adam was experiencing. He felt the heat filling his ass and the way Adam's muscles moved against his back. It was like he could really feel what Adam was feeling and it was incredible. Of course he was still hard as hell, prompting him to let out a frustrated whine and paw at the floor once again.

Adam Crawford

"Huh?" Adam gasped, swaying gently as he floated back to awareness, the warmth and tightness around his softening cock so sensitive. He trembled as he blinked through the sensations. "Oh, fuck, right." Adam shifted his weight to one side, reaching for Ryder's cock and wrapping his fingers around it, beating out a swift rhythm, one he knew from experience would get Ryder off fast and hard. "There you go. You're such a good puppy, letting me have my fun first. Thank you... You can let go now. Whenever you like."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder attempted to dig his fingers into the carpet beneath him to no avail. Sound after sound escaped him as his body lit up with pleasure. Every part of him shook with the force of his orgasm before he fell to the floor, trying desperately to catch his breath.

Adam Crawford

"Oh god..." Adam whispered, rocking his softening cock inside Ryder through the rhythmic clenching and pulling, the whole while milking every last drop from Ryder's own dick. A low thrum of arousal floated through the back of Adam's mind as he breathed with it. "That... That was amazing. You amaze me..." Adam pressed a soft kiss to Ryder's shoulder and cupped his wet hand over Ryder's dick, affectionate and possessive of his pet.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder rolled himself over enough to be facing Adam and wiggled himself as close as he could possibly get. He made little snuffly noises as he attempted to bury himself against Adam's chest. Part of him wanted to cuddle up on the bed, but moving seemed like so much work right now.

Adam Crawford

Adam collapsed half on top of Ryder with a soft whumpf of a sigh. "You're adorable... Have I told you that?" Adam murmured, petting at Ryder's hair as he stared into the other man's eyes. He tipped his head forward, resting his brow to Ryder's and reaching for one of his socked hands to tug it free. He stopped before reaching for the second one though asking, "Unless you wanted to keep them on? I- we could do that. If that's what you wanted?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder scrunched his nose up though and gave a small shake of his head. "They make my hands sweat," he murmured before a soft giggle came out. He brought his newly freed hand up to Adam's cheek before he stole a kiss. "Was I a good puppy for you?"

Adam Crawford

"The best," Adam promised, tweaking Ryder's nose playfully on his way to tug the other hand free. "We'll have to get some more breathable socks for you sometime. I wouldn't mind cuddling with 'Sparky' afterward. Eventually, occasionally... I really like having you in my arms too. It's... nice." Adam brushed the backs of his fingers across Ryder's cheek. "I feel... closer to you. When the act fades away and it's just us again... It's nice."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled back up at Adam and nodded in understanding. He felt the same way. He loved getting to have a bit of both. "Mmm, c'mon," he encouraged before forcing himself sit up and crawl up into their large bed. He just couldn't resist the comfort of it calling to him any longer.

Adam Crawford

Adam followed closely behind, snuggling into Ryder's side not unlike a puppy himself as he tucked his nose into Ryder's chin and held him close. "Thank you. For... indulging me. I know it's... weird. That I'm weird. These things I ask you to do for me but... they really mean a lot to me, Ryder."

Ryder Lynn

"Hey..." Ryder ran his fingers down over Adam's jaw until they were under his chin, lifting his face up enough to see his eyes. "You're not weird. I mean... okay, you're really weird in a lot of ways," he admitted. "But indulging yourself in what you enjoy isn't weird. As long as you... get that I can't always be into every single one of the same things, you know?"

Adam Crawford

"No, of course not. I wouldn't expect you to. I don't expect Elliott to either." Adam gripped Ryder's wrist loosely, rubbing his thumb over the subtle knob of bone. "I just... Thank you, for letting me ask, no matter how strange the requests get, and... thank you for giving it a try, especially when it isn't your thing at first."

Ryder Lynn

"Never know until you try, right?" Ryder said with a little shrug, smiling down at his boyfriend. "Honestly, I've started to feel like the odd one around here. You and Elliott fit so well together in here, exploring and experimenting. And I'm not against that, I just... I feel like I'm being weird asking for the occasional night of simple, boring sex."

Adam Crawford

"No... Ryder, no, that's not weird at all..." Adam murmured softly. "That... That's perfectly reasonable, you're always welcome to ask for that, or anything else. Just because Elliott and I like to experiment all day every day...." Adam trailed off, pulling Ryder into a softly lingering kiss, full of warmth and love. "You can ask for whatever you need any time you need it. Even if we're in the middle of trying something different and Elliott and I look like we're having the time of our lives? If you need us to slow down and take things simpler... Just ask. You're a part of this relationship too. We won't be upset to give you what you need." Adam pressed another kiss to Ryder's lips.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's lips curled up slowly before he dipped back in for just a few more seconds of a kiss. "That pretty much the gist of what Elliott said too," he admitted quietly. His boyfriends loved him, there was no denying that. "I love you both so much."

Adam Crawford

"We love you too, Ryder..." Adam said easily, smiling fondly as he brushed his nose up the side of Ryder's cheek in a friendly little nuzzle. "You're beautiful, smart, charming and just... You're everything, Ryder. Everything and more."

Ryder Lynn

"Hush," Ryder teased, even if it was nice to hear. He wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders and held him close, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I couldn't be everything or there wouldn't be anything left for my wonderful boyfriends to be."

Adam Crawford

"Hmm," Adam hummed, beaming happily. "You're our everything. Nothing could ever change that. And wanting to do crazy outrageous things in bed with you... It's not the props or the gimmicks or anything else that makes it fun. It's that we get to play with those things with you that makes it perfect."

[polyadamory-blog]

Numbers are Sexy || Rydam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Ryder Lynn

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Mid-Morning; Thursday, October 2nd

Summary: Adam walks in on Ryder doing his homework and finds the intense focus and concentration a surprisingly potent turn-on.

Adam Crawford

Adam hopped down the steps, humming off key to himself as he made a beeline for the fridge to get water and take his pill. He was just about to turn into the kitchen when he caught sight of Ryder from the corner of his eye and nearly walked into the counter. "You wear glasses?" he asked, hand out to the counter to make sure it stayed put.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was pretty deep into his equations and dimensions and making sure everything fit together the way it was meant to for this particular project. It was their first big one for this class after all. He was clicking things on his laptop and jotting notes, his eyes darting from screen to book to paper. He barely even heard Adam come down until he was speaking to him. "Hmm?" he asked distractedly until he finally looked up and let his words register. "Oh, um... yeah," he answered, adjusting them on his face, so Adam didn't look so blurry.

Adam Crawford

"Wow..." Adam blinked, medication forgotten in favor of seeing Ryder in his glasses more closely. "You look amazing in them," he breathed, licking his lips. His eyes flicked down to Ryder's little nest of functions and numbers sitting around him. "What're you working on? Homework?" he asked genuinely interested in the answer.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's cheeks turned a soft pink, and he pushed his glasses back up his nose as he looked down again with a little smile. "Thanks," he muttered quietly, amused at the way Adam's brain worked. "Um, yeah... I may be good at it, but I don't generally do it for fun," he teased. "Corporate Financial Management. It's really got the sex factor."

Adam Crawford

Adam huffed, shaking his head as he took a seat across from Ryder, just outside the range of scattered math debris. "I mean it. I think it's amazing that you've got this secret skill to you. And that you're so good at it. Just a couple more semesters..." Adam smiled earnestly. "I ever tell you how hot it was that you were turning me down after our first date because you had to go take a test? Just... priorities, and they were scholarly." Adam shrugged a little awkwardly. "I thought it was impressive, I guess."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chuckled awkwardly again. "Yeah, math is super sexy," he said with obvious sarcasm. "Elliott has sex with himself every time he gets on stage, and I sit behind a bunch of books and numbers. Totally comparable." He rolled his eyes, though there was affection behind it all the same. "And I couldn't miss that test. It was important. I think we've made up for it."

Adam Crawford

"More than. I remember that first weekend quite fondly." Adam leered. "But, I have to disagree with you about maths being sexy. Maths are very sexy, especially when you do them with such concentration wearing those glasses." Adam reached out, tweaking Ryder's nose playfully, at which point he remembered the pill clutched in his fist. "Oh, meds. Sorry, go ahead; keep working. I'm going to take these and have something to eat. You want lunch? I could make Gumbo."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was still skeptical, but Adam was weird enough that it was possible he was telling the truth. "Yeah, that's why all those nerds in high school are so popular. Thank God, I used to be able to play football," he sighed as he leaned against the table and stared at his screen again. He scrunched his nose up though at the mention of gumbo. "Could you maybe just make a sandwich?"

Adam Crawford

"I can do that," Adam agreed, standing and leaning over the table to press a kiss to Ryder's cheek on his way to the kitchen to fix a sandwich for Ryder and a plate of gumbo for himself.

Ryder Lynn

"I can do zat," Ryder muttered to himself in his little Russian accent as he wiggled his nose and concentrated on the numbers in front of him once again. The project wasn't due for two more weeks, so he wasn't rushed to get it done or anything. He'd just figured he would work on it while he was alone and things were quiet. Things were going pretty well with it overall. "Don't forget the mayo!"

Adam Crawford

"Not forgetting the mayo," Adam called back, reopening the fridge to grab the requested mayonnaise. Once he'd finished both their lunches, Adam set Ryder's plate -- in the tiny, book-free square by his elbow -- and sat himself down at the other end of the table to eat and maybe watch the master at work a bit; until he'd finished breakfast, then he'd find something more productive to do.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder absentmindedly picked the sandwich up and took a bite between notes. "Mmm, s'good," he told Adam, taking a moment to look up at Adam with an appreciative little smile. "Thanks, babe. Running an imaginary national corporation really takes a lot out of ya."

Adam Crawford

"I just bet." Adam chuckled, blowing on his gumbo, which he'd overheated again. "But if anyone could, it'd be you, right?" He teased, but with a note of genuine faith that Ryder really could if actually asked. "Don't mind me."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just shrugged it off though. He knew a real one would be a whole different ball game. Something small and local would be just fine with him. At least he was pretty sure he would, if he could just figure out what it was exactly. "I never do," he replied with a grin as he ran through a list of numbers on his paper.

Adam Crawford

Adam watched idly as he ate, admiring the focus and determination on Ryder's face as he worked. The steady, organized problem-solving. And those glasses. Sleek and sexy. Adam took his time with his breakfast for more reasons than to simply savor the taste of it as he watched Ryder.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder could feel Adam's eyes on him while he worked and ate, but it wasn't the first time that Adam had stared at him, so it didn't really bother him any. He finished off his lunch and slipped his glasses off to rub at his eyes. "Could you let the dogs in, babe? It was nice out, so I left 'em out there for awhile, so I could work."

Adam Crawford

"Huh?" Adam asked, blinking rapidly, trying unsuccessfully to parse Ryder's request a few times before he managed to get it to click. He'd barely started his food, but he stumbled to his feet and made for the door to the patio and the back yard.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat back and let out a long sigh, his brain already starting to grow tired. "Hey, guys! Did you have fun out there?" He bent down to pet both excitable dogs. "Sorry, I'll get 'em some lunch. Go ahead and finish yours."

Adam Crawford

"Wait-" Adam growled before Ryder could pass him. He grabbed Ryder's arm and turned him around. Adam's eyes flicked back and forth between Ryder's, hesitating. "You... would you... be able to take a break now? Once you've taken care of Gary and Mati?" Adam asked, voice dark as he licked his lips.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder raised an eyebrow as he searched Adam's eyes curiously. The man really was never not horny. He chuckled though and nodded along. "Yeah, sure. I'm for it. Just let me feed 'em. My head's swimming with numbers anyway."

Adam Crawford

"Yeah..." Adam swallowed, pressing a swift kiss to the corner of Ryder's mouth and pulling quickly away. "I know. S'bloody gorgeous." Adam forced himself to let Ryder go, stepping distractedly back towards the table to attempt to finish his meal.

Ryder Lynn

"My head?" Ryder laughed as he pulled the dog food out from the cupboard. "Well, thanks, I did wash my hair this morning. It was kinda gross after hanging out in the closet for awhile." He shrugged, trying to forget about the whole thing.

Adam Crawford

Adam turned away at that, grateful Ryder wasn't looking. He hated that Ryder still hurt so much and still felt the need to hide sometimes, especially so recently after the last time. He shook it off and turned back towards the kitchen, determined to help Ryder feel better about himself. At least as much as he could. "Not that, although, it is a lovely head. The numbers. Watching you work things out, thinking so hard about it all... It's amazing, Ryder. I could sit and watch you work for hours, I think. Or- try to... I... might get a bit distracted to stay still that long..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder listened, still a bit perplexed by it all. He set the dogs' dishes down and returned to the table, standing behind the chair he'd been sitting in most of the morning. "Really? I mean... really? It's not exactly the sexiest profession in the world. It's not even my profession yet."

Adam Crawford

"It's... eminently sexy, Ryder... You're so focused and concentrating so hard... Seeing you pour over those books and forcing those equations to do your bidding..." Adam abandoned the remains of his breakfast to come around the table, stare Ryder over as he continued. "It's one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. I wish I'd met you before finals, so I could have seen you revising like this sooner. It's amazing. You are amazing..."

Ryder Lynn

"You... are so weird," Ryder told Adam with love, his smile making that evident. "My drumming annoys you, and my math turns you on. So weird." He stepped up to him though and wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders. "But it amuses me, so I'll keep you around."

Adam Crawford

Adam breathed a heavy sigh, part relief part arousal, as he wrapped his own arms tightly around Ryder's waist, scratching his nails idly over Ryder's back through his shirt. "It's your passion. You have this... drive when you're doing your maths. It's... sexy. Beyond sexy. I can see the way it grabs you, holds your focus and interests you, even when there are other things going on, that you could be doing. You enjoy it." Adam's hands dropped, cupping Ryder's ass possessively. "And seeing that... seeing you in your element... That is hot."

Ryder Lynn

"It's... I mean... I guess I do," Ryder admitted. He wasn't used to doing that, just saying that he enjoyed numbers. More than anything, he enjoyed being good at something, understanding something. Words had always eluded him so much, that it felt good to look at something and be able to make sense of it so easily. "It's no rockstar though."

Adam Crawford

"It is though." Adam insisted, hands continuing to roam distractedly. "I've always been quite pants at music anyway. It doesn't make any more sense to me than your numbers. So, it's all the same. You're drawn to it. And you're good at it. The way you get into it, the way you're just... lost to everything except the numbers..." Adam hummed, hands dropping to Ryder's ass and pulling him in closer this time. "It's brilliant. You're brilliant, Ryder." Adam murmured, leaning in and showering biting kisses and nips over Ryder's neck and shoulder, impossibly turned on from watching Ryder engaged with something he so clearly had a passion for.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed as he let his body sink into Adam's touch. It felt good, really good, to be wanted this way. "Wait... pants?" he asked, lifting his head to look up at Adam before he let out a laugh. "You really make no sense, but I do love you." He brought their lips together and kissed Adam a little more deeply, fingers sliding up into messy hair.

Adam Crawford

Adam moaned, stumbling forward half a step, throwing his arm out to brace against the table behind Ryder for support as he kissed back with a fervent hunger. Desperate to show Ryder how much he cared in return and just how amazing he found Ryder as a whole, not just this most recent, outrageously sexy part of him. "Bloody hell, I love you so much." Adam gasped when they came up for air. His fingers digging against the table, arm going sore, but Adam was too preoccupied to do anything about it. "Upstairs? Now? Please?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just grinned and nodded as he started backing his way towards the stairs. "Upstairs... now," he agreed as he slipped his hands into Adam's. He turned and started moving a little quicker, dragging Adam along with him. No matter the strange way Adam's mind worked, he'd succeeded in getting Ryder plenty turned on.

Adam Crawford

"Thank God..." Adam breathed, following Ryder clumsily up the stairs and into the bedroom. He shut the door behind a fleeing Elsa; all their pets were too familiar with the signs that meant it was time for them to get out of the way. Safely alone, Adam drew Ryder in, mouthing at his neck as nimble hands slipped under Ryder's shirt, tips of his fingers playing wicked patterns over Ryder's belly and ribs.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a heavy breath, his fingers clawing at Adam's shoulders desperately. God, did he need him. Everything had been hitting him so hard lately, hurting him when it shouldn't have. Santana was probably right. He did need to man up. He just wished it didn't all hurt so much. But this, this didn't hurt. This was warm and familiar and so good.

Adam Crawford

"Ryder... I... what do you want? Want to be anything- everything for you..." Adam rumbled, nibbling at Ryder's ear. "How do you want me? This?" he babbled, still pawing wantonly at Ryder's body, eventually managing to slip his shirt up and off, so Adam could stare down at Ryder's abs.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled slowly and slid his fingers up through Adam's hair. "For starters, you can keep looking at me like that," he told him before he kissed the tip of Adam's nose. "I want simple. I want you inside me, body covering me like a blanket, keeping me safe from... everything. I want you."

Adam Crawford

"I want you too, Ryder..." Adam promised, clinging to Ryder's back with both hands. "I want that. Fill you up." Adam pressed kisses up Ryder's neck and over his jaw. "So good... Ryder... Trousers. Got to get these trousers off..." Adam mumbled, hastily tugging at the front of Ryder's pants.

Ryder Lynn

"So impatient," Ryder chuckled. His own fingers were tugging at the hem of Adam's shirt, just as eager to get it off, so he could feel skin against his own. He couldn't help craving this closeness. It made him feel alive, something he seemed to be lacking a bit lately. He managed to get Adam's t-shirt over his head though, and he went right back to kissing him, both of them tumbling onto the bed together.

Adam Crawford

Adam hissed as his wrist bent awkwardly into the fall, but he just shook it out and managed to pop open the button and pull apart the zipper, shoving his hand inside to grope and squeeze. "Fuck, I love your cock. And your arse, and your chest and your arms, and your everything... Love everything about you, Ryder..." Adam breathed into Ryder's lips.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just moaned, his hips pressing up into Adam's touch. "Yours," he promised on a heavy breath. "It's all yours. You'll take good care of it, won't you?" He smiled to himself, fingers carding through Adam's hair again and again to rub gently at his scalp the way he loved.

Adam Crawford

A full-body shiver trembled down Adam's spine as he melted overtop of Ryder. He still managed to retain enough sense to push and tug at Ryder's clothes, but only just. "God, just... please keep doing that." Adam bit down on his collar with a long, desperate moan, finally pulling Ryder's pants and underwear free and tossing them aside. Wrapping both arms tightly around Ryder's chest, Adam picked another spot with his mouth, bit down and sucked the flesh between his teeth, bruising a dark, claiming mark into the skin.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's back arched up against Adam's mouth, his fingers still moving over his boyfriend's scalp so he could try to give him even a tiny fraction of the pleasure he was feeling right now. "Really... gonna make me yours, huh?" he said, a breathy chuckle following his words.

Adam Crawford

"Mine!" Adam growled, biting down again. With a desperate moan, hands clenched to Ryder's shoulders, Adam leered down at Ryder as he pushed the other man into the bed. "Already mine. Gonna fill you up, mark you, so everyone will know. My beautiful, brilliant, Brat." Heavy, panting breaths. Adam sealed their mouths and ground their hips together, primal and hungry.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder managed a smirk before Adam was kissing him again. He could tell his boyfriend was running on adrenaline and lust and he was more than willing to let him do as he pleased. "Get your pants off. God, I want your dick, babe. Want every bit of you."

Adam Crawford

"Not... wearing any pants." Adam gasped, slightly puzzled before shoving his pajama bottoms down and off. "Right! Need-..." Adam leaned over to the side, throwing open the side-drawer and pulling back with the lube. "Want in you..." He murmured, before pressing Ryder into the bed with another searing kiss.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just laughed, cupping Adam's face with his hands and kissing him right back. "Whatever the hell you wanna call those things. I just love you naked. Always be naked," he begged as his hand slipped between them to wrap around Adam's cock and stroke it deliberately. "God, fuck me."

Adam Crawford

"Thought that's what I was doing, Brat," Adam purred, rocking into Ryder's grip with short, quick thrusts. "You want to reinstate the birthday rule? No clothes inside unless we have guests? I could get behind that..." Adam's fingers teased Ryder open, stretching and slicking quickly. It didn't take long, it was never long between goes with them. Adam, for one, hoped the honeymoon phase never ended.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded eagerly. "Should be an... always rules. Definitely... always rule. No clothes needed- fuck-... around here." His fingers scratched down Adam's shoulders as he felt himself being stretched open, his cock hardening more with the knowledge of what was coming.

Adam Crawford

"Love you..." Adam breathed. Softer, almost involuntary, as if in awe of the man under him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder pulled Adam closer and smiled into the small space between them. "Love you too, Babe."

Adam Crawford

"What? oh..." Adam smiled sheepishly, not wanting to admit he hadn't realized he'd said it aloud. "Always and forever," he murmured in return, shifting his hips, so he could line himself up properly and slide inside. "Oh, God..." Adam shuddered, eyes going closed, biting his lip, embracing the sensations as he pulled Ryder closer, as close as he could possibly manage.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sucked in a sharp breath as his body was filled so perfectly. Strong arms clung tightly around Adam's body, his head tilting back against the pillow. "Adam," he breathed out, as soon as he could remember what breathing actually was. "Forget how empty I am 'til I've got you inside me again."

Adam Crawford

"Always forget how tight you are until you're gripping me like a vice," Adam grunted in return, thrusting slowly faster, rocking his hips into Ryder. Long, luxurious strokes that covered every inch the way Adam covered every inch of Ryder's face with kisses. "You feel so good around me... So much... Ryder."

Ryder Lynn

"All yours," Ryder promised once again. He returned Adam's kisses, pressing his mouth against Adam's shoulders wherever he could. His fingers slid up and down Adam's spine and his breath came heavy and intense. "So good. Touch... touch me, babe. Please!"

Adam Crawford

"As you wish," Adam swore breathlessly, weaving his hand between them to wrap trembling fingers around Ryder's cock, squeezing it gently as he began to stroke it, looser on the way down, tighter on the way up, ready to drive Ryder wild. Make him feel everything.

Ryder Lynn

The noises that Ryder made then were indescribable. Every bit of him was tingling with pleasure and anticipation alike. He knew more was coming. That perfect moment that connected them so completely. God, he loved it. "Love this," he voiced. "Love all of it. So... fucking good." He held on, unable to do much more than that at this point. "Close."

Adam Crawford

Adam felt the urge to drag it out to hold them both against that edge for longer, drag them higher, but squashed it quickly, twisting his wrist through the slick and pulling at Ryder harder, faster. "Then come... Come for me. Want to see you fly..." Adam's hips sped up, a frantic slapping of skin on skin as he chased his own completion.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's voice grew higher and higher with each thrust, each stroke, each perfect movement. This was exactly what he needed, what he'd been craving. Not the sex per say, just the closeness, the connection. That feeling of being completely loved and desired. He made sure to keep his eyes open, holding Adam's face above him -- so they could look into each other's eyes -- and he concentrated only on what he was feeling. It was more than enough to send him reeling over that edge, coming hot and hard over Adam's hand and up onto his chest.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, fuck..." Adam gasped, holding the contact, staring into Ryder's eyes and trying to convey every ounce of what he was feeling as his hips stuttered and shook, The sight of Ryder, coasting on so much bliss always guaranteed to send him up. "So- close... Want to come.. fill you up... Ryder...."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder kept hold of Adam's face, even as his body went limp from pleasure. He made sure they kept looking at each other, that Adam could see how good he was making him feel. "You're... so good, babe. Wanna feel you. Feel that heat. Wanna be... yours," he moaned as he clenched down around Adam, determined to bring him along for this delicious ride.

Adam Crawford

"Oh-!" Adam gasped, staring in awe at his boyfriend. "I... You're already mine. Mine. All mine. And... oh, fuck.... Ryder, I'm com-inngg" Adam moaned, eyes fluttering out of focus as he grit his teeth and came, thrusting up and deep and pouring everything he had into Ryder's tight, hot grip.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's arms only tightened around Adam's body, holding him close through his climax. He started petting Adam's hair again, helping him slowly back down to earth. "Oh... yes. My beautiful man. God, that was... incredible."

Adam Crawford

"Yesss--" Adam whined brokenly, collapsing against Ryder and burying his face into the other man's neck. "Oh... fuck- yes. Yes... was so good... Always good..." Adam paused, then a broad smile spread across his face, and he said, "Warm."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled in return and brushed Adam's sweat slicked hair away from his face. "Yeah, I'm still your little hibachi," he assured him. "It's cause you get my blood pumping," He chuckled as he sank back into the pillows, his skin still tingling from his climax.

Adam Crawford

"Hmm... You get mine too..." Adam murmured, snuggling in closer, careful to keep his softening cock from slipping free. It was nice, staying connected like this. "Especially this morning just... Seeing you so focused... And knowing that you're good at it?" Adam shuddered as his dick gave a weak twitch from inside Ryder. "Hmm, you're very sexy when you're being smart. Let's put it that way. Not that you're ever not smart just..." Adam waved a hand vaguely. "You know what I mean?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder laughed, still terribly amused at this whole encounter, though he's certainly not complaining. "Well, we all have our not smart moments," he mused with a little shrug. "But I guess we all have our strong points too. I just never thought mine was... sexy exactly. Nothing that really gets much attention."

Adam Crawford

"Maths proficiency is a sorely underrated form of sexiness," Adam said with a seriousness that bordered on austerity. "More's the pity too. Because it's something that should be properly appreciated, so the people who can know just how gorgeous it makes them." Adam smirked with a little wiggle of his hips.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just smiled and pressed his lips to the top of Adam's head. "Thanks, babe. You're sexy too, in all your weirdness." He wrapped his arms around Adam comfortably and sighed, utterly content for the moment.

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A Friendly Little Picnic || Rylliam

Tagged: Adam Crawford, Ryder Lynn and ElliottGilbert

Location: The Rylliam Condo and nearby park

Time: Early-Afternoon; Sunday, September 28th

Summary: Ryder's mood has been consistently (and understandably) sour in the wake of Brittany's decision. Trying to cheer him up, Adam and Elliott plan a little excursion to the park.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott hadn't told Ryder much of anything, just that he'd been planning a surprise for that Sunday. It was one of the days that all three of them actually had time to spend together, and he wanted it to be special. Ryder had been adjusting over the past few weeks, but Elliott felt like he still needed to be told -- and shown -- how much he was loved. And part of the planning was making the food, not just for them but for their dogs. He was almost done putting the basket together, and he glanced over at Adam. "You wanna go tell Ry that we're ready for him, or get the dogs together?"

Adam Crawford

"I'll get Ryder, we can get Mati and Gary all kitted out from there." Adam grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Elliott's cheek. He hadn't been allowed to help past chopping things up -- and even then -- but he'd enjoyed watching Elliott as the other man put together their lunch. Elliott was rapidly becoming an amazing cook. With one last peck to Elliott's cheek and a, "Be right back." Adam darted up the stairs with a broad grin on his face.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's face was set in concentration as he defeated another set of aliens on their TV screen. Even if Adam was being all particular about having a TV in their room, he went ahead and put one in the dogs' room anyway. Sometimes, he wanted some space to lounge around and watch TV. Or defeat aliens. He heard footsteps pounding around though and paused his game. "I'm in here."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott had to bat ETia's paws away a few times and appeased her with a little morsel of lunchmeat; but eventually, he finished their basket and took it with him, so that he could keep it guarded from their slowly growing menagerie. Fortunately, it was also nice enough that they could take the dogs and stroll down to the park pretty comfortably. For now, he just sat with their pets while he waited for Ryder and Adam to come back down.

Adam Crawford

Adam raced back down the stairs, popping his head through the door. "Hey, Brat. You at a good stopping point?" Adam asked, glancing at the screen, his grin never wavering. "Elliott's got everything packed, just need to put shoes on, and we're good to go."

Ryder Lynn

"Packed?" Ryder asked with a raised eyebrow. "Are we going on a trip? Cause I'm gonna need my lucky underwear." He shrugged and saved his game before turning it off and hopping off the bed, following Adam back out to the kitchen.

Elliott Gilbert

"Hey," Elliott said, smiling as he spotted Ryder. He hooked the leashes to the dogs and handed Gary's to Ryder, then Matilda's to Adam. "And I'll take the... rest," he added, lifting up the cooler of food. "Think we'll just walk, yeah?"

Adam Crawford

"It's not too far. Do you need us to help carry anything?" Adam asked, eyes on Elliott as he stepped into the entryway to toe his shoes on. Matilda walking in eager circles around him, sniffing at everything.

Ryder Lynn

"I guess I won't be needing my lucky underwear," Ryder mused, picking Gary up into his arms so he could give him some puppy kisses. "We're already pretty lucky, aren't we, Gary? Yeah. Such nice boyfriends taking us secret places with food."

Elliott Gilbert

"That's cause we know what you like," Elliott pointed out. "Surprises, food, and us." He turned to Adam and shook his head. "I think we'll be good if you just hang onto the dogs,"  he said, then led the way out of the house. "You might need your lucky underwear tonight, but... only if you think you'll really need it. And personally, I don't think you'll need any underwear at all, tonight."

Adam Crawford

"God, I wish I didn't have to work..." Adam laughed, smiling fondly at Elliott before leaning over to Ryder to press a sloppy kiss to his cheek. Matilda barked loudly. "Oh, Shh. We're going for your walk," Adam laughed down at her, grabbing his pack from the hook by the door, more from habit than necessity.

Ryder Lynn

"Cool, 'cause I wasn't planning on wearing any anyway," Ryder chuckled as he set Gary back down on the ground, much to the delight of his little dog friend. He may be small, but he had four legs and some dignity. "C'mon, don't get tangled with Tilly, please. And don't pee on anyone's shoes."

Elliott Gilbert

"Please," Elliott added with a laugh. Hopefully their pace wasn't too quick for little Gary, but his tiny legs seemed to be able to keep up alright. At least for now. "Too bad we can't get ETia on a leash," he mused, just watching their dogs trotting along at their sides.

Adam Crawford

"Well..." Adam mused, looking at the two dogs walking side by side. "She may be too old for it, Cats are harder to train in general, but they make harnesses designed for them... we could try..." he suggested, though not particularly optimistic about the idea.

Ryder Lynn

"People already think we're strange enough," Ryder whined, letting his head fall back for a moment. "And we live in San Francisco. Let's not be the people who walk their cat on top of it. Elsa's just fine climbing all our furniture."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed aloud, then. "You don't want strange, and you're dating us?" he asked Ryder, a soft lilt in his voice and a grin on his lips. "I think you might be stuck with at least a little strange, Ry."

Adam Crawford

"Or a lot strange," Adam said, making a bizarre wooing noise and dancing along backwards down the street a few paces. "Or maybe that's just me," he chirped, straightening back out and skipping amicably along beside his boyfriends.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hid his face in his hand for just a moment, glancing around to make sure they weren't actually being watched. "What am I supposed to do with you two?" he sighed, shaking his head, but still smiling brightly all the same. He did love them, even when they were insane.

Elliott Gilbert

"Well, I could think of more than a few ideas," Elliott said, drawing out his words playfully, "but I don't think they're suitable for outdoors. Besides, you know you love us." They all loved each other, of course. That's how Elliott knew they were going to get through this. In fact, they'd gotten through the worst of it already; there were just a few scars left that were going to take a long time to heal.

Adam Crawford

"And we love you too," Adam said, a little tightly, smile a bit shy as he nudged Ryder's shoulder. He still wasn't perfect about it all, there were times the words fell off his lips so awkwardly they felt completely unreal, but it wasn't easy for him to let them fall in the first place.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked up again and let himself smile at that. It seemed Elliott had turned some switch in Adam to get him to use words. It was amusing at times, but still very sweet and appreciated. "Of course I love you. I'm still never participating in a cat walking though."

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh alright," Elliott said, only pretending to be disappointed. He hadn't really meant it in the first place, though if his boys had agreed, he might have gone with it. "Long as you participate in some of the other weird stuff we think of." He winked before turning to focus on the sidewalk, and after getting his bearings, he turned down a corner that would lead them to the park.

Adam Crawford

Adam nearly missed the turn, Matilda nudging the side of his leg as she turned and he followed. "So, anything big at school, Ryder? Final year, right?" Adam said, grinning over at him. "We're so proud of you, you know."

Ryder Lynn

A soft pink color rose on Ryder's cheeks, and he looked down at the ground for a moment. "Hold your pride until I actually make it through the year," he chuckled. "Things are going pretty good though. I'm usually pretty good at handling things up until midterms. We'll see if you still wanna live with me then."

Elliott Gilbert

"Course we will," Elliott said. It was just a given, as far as he was concerned, and he had a feeling that Adam was of a similar opinion. "I mean... I never finished college myself, so I'm impressed with anyone who can actually do it."

Adam Crawford

"Didn't you?" Adam asked, surprised. "Wait... I feel like I already knew that.... crud. Not that I have a strong opinion of college, personally." Adam shook his head with a sigh. "I finished, but look how much good it's done. Though, the arts are... quite a bit different." There wasn't any real ire in his voice, Adam was clearly glad to have finished college, even if his career hadn't yet taken off.

Ryder Lynn

"You guys are really boosting my confidence here," Ryder laughed, shaking his head at the pair of them. "At least you both know what you love to do. I only have a year left to figure it out. I mean... other than loving doing you guys, but... well, sometimes you're both at work; I need something to do."

Elliott Gilbert

"But you've got your major, right? So you're not graduating in, like... nothing," Elliott said. "And if you decide that you wanna do something else, at least you've got a piece of paper that says you know how to work." He shrugged and glanced to the side, where he could spot the park up ahead.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, that's true," Adam agreed easily. "And it's very different to have a major in a maths field than liberal arts field. Employers look very favorably on that. You'll be very employable out of college. Whatever you decide to do, you should be able to start towards, well, unless it's artistic. Artistic fields are just so very- I'm babbling again, aren't I?"

Ryder Lynn

"Yeah," Ryder muttered, quite used to the phenomenon by now. He couldn't help but wonder what would happen after graduation. Barely a week ago, he'd resigned himself to finding the first job he could get and helping to raise his child. But things were different now. He had more options. He wished that made him happier. "We going to the park?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah, we are," Elliott said. "Hope that's okay? It's not all that exciting, but I thought it'd be fun to take a picnic and bring our furry friends." He gestured to the dogs and smiled over at Ryder, hopeful that it could be just something else to brighten Ryder's spirits.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, I think I have one of those fold-up Frisbees in my bag." Adam said, dropping one shoulder to flip his satchel to the front and dig around for it. "I just grabbed this thing out of habit. Good thing though. But after lunch I think, yeah?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder slipped his hand into Elliott's and leaned his head on the other man's shoulder for a moment. "It's perfect," he assured them as they kept walking along. He chuckled at Adam, somehow not surprised he just happened to be carrying around park time fun in his bag.

Elliott Gilbert

"Good," Elliott said, and squeezed Ryder's hand. "Thought you'd like it. Now... where shall we sit?" Of course, in that moment he realized that he'd completely forgotten a blanket to lay down on the grass, but he was pretty confident that among the three of them they would find a way to make it work.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, well, this is convenient," Adam laughed, tugging free the neatly rolled and tied blanket from his bag. "It's a bit thin, just to fit in the bag better, but I keep this on hand for my weekly lunch with Penny after class. Still no frisb- oh shit-" A bright, green tennisball fell from the side of the bag and bounced across the pavement, shooting away as Adam accidentally kicked it in an effort to catch it.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sighed, not entirely sure what to react to first. "It's like he thinks he's Mary Poppins," he muttered, shaking his head. He handed Gary's leash over to Adam and jogged his way after the ball. "But a much clumsier version."

Elliott Gilbert

"Well, he is practically perfect in every way, isn't he?" Elliott teased. He navigated the park until he found a nice spot, far enough away from other picnickers, with patches of sunlight and shade from a nearby tree. "Just like this spot. You wanna set us up, babe?"

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, alright," Adam said fondly, handing the leashes to Elliott now, and thumbing open the tie on the blanket. "Hey, Brat, watch this," Adam called over his shoulder with a wink before flipping his wrists and letting the blanket unfurl and snap out. Adam drew it down, pulling it towards him as he went; so when it finally rested on the ground, it was almost perfectly flat, just a few small bumps and wrinkles.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder rolled his eyes affectionately and returned with the tennis ball in hand, earning him the undivided attention of both of their dogs. "Not right now. We're gonna eat first. Then we'll play," he promised them, sticking the ball back in Adam's bag. "Why are you carrying around balls anyway?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott snorted inelegantly and laughed out loud as he sat down on the blanket. "C'mon, Ry, like Adam wouldn't be carrying balls around?" he teased. He lifted the lid off the cooler of food, and started passing out the sandwiches and sides. "We've got turkey, ham and cheese, and pb&j ... some homemade potato salad I whipped up last week, baby carrots and ranch, and cookies for dessert. Also homemade."

Adam Crawford

"Cookies!" Adam bounced, leaning over the cooler eagerly. Then gasped as he grabbed the potato salad out. "Wait- is this that delicious stuff you made with the rosemary from the garden? Oh my god, I'm surprised we have any left..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott smiled winningly at Adam. "That's cause I only gave you guys the first part of it. I stashed the rest away for today. But I'm glad you like it."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder slipped the dog's leashes up around his arm, though they seemed pretty content to stay right there for the chance at a snack. He sat back and smiled at both of his boyfriends, adorable in their own special ways. "You are getting very good at this," he told Elliott as he leaned over to kiss his cheek. "I'll have pb&j, please."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott passed out the sandwiches per his boyfriends' requests, and took the last one for himself. "Oh, and this is for these guys," he added, holding up a plastic container with dog treats in it. "We can give 'em to them now or as a reward for being good while we're eating... my vote's for now, so they're distracted and don't try to steal our lunch. I kinda like feeling all domestic like this, especially since it means I can treat my guys."

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, I kinda like you domestic too." Adam murmured, laying a hand on the man's thigh as he pressed in for a sappy, lingering kiss to his lips. Adam loved them, loved the way they made him feel, the way they both continued to surpass any expectations Adam had and surprised him at every turn. He just loved them, and Adam wanted to show that with this kiss.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled around his sandwich and pinched off a tiny piece to feed Gary behind his back. The boys were distracted anyway. He sucked at his little juice box, wiggling contentedly.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott accepted the kiss graciously, smiling wide as he pulled back, before he started in on his own sandwich. It really did feel like the perfect day, with his boys and their dogs -- if he could plan a perfect day, it would be pretty much just like this. This, and music, and sex later. "So, what kinda projects are you guys working on these days? I feel like we don't get to just talk about stuff as much lately 'cause we're all on such different schedules."

Adam Crawford

"Oh, that reminds me, I wanted to ask you the same thing. I've been working on retexturing some 3D models for a game, myself. The developer had a friend of a friend do it for free, and while the models aren't too bad, the textures on them look like they were drawn with a mouse. It's good for a mouse-drawing, but..." Adam shrugged, picking up his sandwich and taking a bite as he scritched Matilda behind the ears, her head resting affectionately in his lap.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes narrowed as he tried to figure out what the hell either one of them was talking about. He shrugged and laid out on the blanket, resting his head on Elliott's thigh. He'd let them blabber on while he enjoyed the sunshine and his sandwich. Feeling little feet climbing up his body, he lowered his sunglasses and stuck his tongue out at the little dog on top of him.

Elliott Gilbert

"I'm actually talking with Jess's producer friend, and we're talking about cutting an EP," Elliott said proudly. "Still kinda iffy on the dates, and we've gotta finalize some of the songs, but they like my demos and they love what I do live. So, everything's still a little up in the air. It's kinda, hurry up and wait, but at least I've still got my regular gigs." He reached down and stroked Ryder's hair, looking lovingly at him. "No sewing projects for you, babe? Not even for Halloween?"

Adam Crawford

"You've got an EP coming out?!" Adam yelped, dislodging Matilda who simply huffed and lay her head back into place for more scritches. She was just as used to Adam's bouts of flailing as his boyfriends were. "That's so exciting Elliott. You will tell us more, but first, I want to hear about Halloween from Ryder." He turned a smile to Elliott’s lap. "You made such amazing costumes for Pride. You don't have to -- of course -- if you're not feeling the creative energy, but I expected you'd have something pretty elaborate made up? At least for yourself?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled proudly up at Elliott and lifted a hand to brush over his cheek sweetly. "That's awesome, babe. I can't wait to hear it," he told him quietly, a contrast to Adam's flailing; although, He meant it just as genuinely. The most exciting thing that had happened at work for him was selling another board. And the cool little kids he'd gotten to see recently. He shook himself out of his thoughts and smiled at them both. "Um... I could, yeah. I didn't really have anything planned."

Elliott Gilbert

"We could work on something together," Elliott suggested. "And maybe do a group costume? I know some killer parties we could hit up, after we're done handing out candy to all the neighborhood kids." He glanced over at Adam and shook his head. "We're talking about the EP. It's not happening just yet. I'll be sure to let you guys know though. I'll probably tell everyone I know if it actually happens."

Adam Crawford

"When it actually happens you mean," Adam corrected, a broadening grin on his face. "And I think I'd like that. The group costume and parties. Might see if Jess can join us for at least one of them, I haven't seen much of her since moving out, kinda miss her, you know?"

Ryder Lynn

"She likes my jeans," Ryder muttered to himself as he popped the last of his sandwich in, much to Gary's dismay. "But, yeah, we can work on something together. You're better with the jazz and glitter anyway."

Elliott Gilbert

"Jazz and glitter?" Elliott asked, but the point was kind of implied anyway. "Yeah, I guess I am. But when we work together, I bet we'll come up with something really sick." He grinned at Ryder, eager to keep him included in the conversation. "Did these two get their cupcakes yet?"

Adam Crawford

"Oh, no, I don't think they did!" Adam said eagerly. "Have you guys seen some of the tricks I've been teaching Mati?" At the word 'trick' Matilda's ears, perked and she twitched her nose in Adam's direction, suddenly very interested in the conversation. Tricks often meant treats.

Ryder Lynn

"Gary knows tricks too. Watch this," Ryder said, scratching between Gary's ears. "Lay right there. Be adorable. Be white. Oh, good boy. You're such a good boy. You get a cupcake." He set him down on the ground, the little puppy wiggling with excitement at the tone in Ryder's voice.

Elliott Gilbert

"Those tricks are criminal," Elliott said, cooing over Gary's inherent cuteness. He reached out to pat the little dog's fluffy head before Gary dove in to eagerly eat the treat. "Show me what Tilly learned?"

Adam Crawford

"Alright, Mati, Up!" Adam said with authority, and Matilda immediately sat up, looking directly to Adam for instruction. "We're still working on things, so she may not remember all of them, but... Roll over, Mati. Good girl, and again? Good girl." Adam went through several different tricks, some of which Matilda paused over -- or in one case misunderstood completely -- but in general, she did almost everything Adam asked correctly on the first try.

Ryder Lynn

"Gary, eat your cupcake..." Ryder smiled and nodded proudly. "My dog's a genius. Where's my treat? I want coooookie." His voice went deep in his impression of the Cookie Monster, and he reached out for the cooler without actually bothering to sit up.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott nudged the cooler closer to Ryder's hand and tilted it so that he could reach in and get one -- or more -- of the homemade chocolate chip cookies out. "Lemme know how these turned out," he said. "I kinda tweaked the recipe a little so they should be a little chewier. You want some, Adam?"

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, I think I'd like that," Adam agreed as he fed Matilda her own doggy cupcake, before patting her on the head and reaching into the cooler, across Elliott's lap. "I'm impressed, actually. I thought baking was one of those things you're supposed to have to follow the recipe kind of exactly. It's like the evil love child of cooking and chemistry..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed happily as he bit into it, tapping his foot against the air. "I wonder what it would take to get you two to do this on the beach? That's something I'd pay to see."

Elliott Gilbert

"Depends," Elliott pointed out. "If we've got a blanket so we don't get sand in places, and if I don't have to strip down to trunks... I think I could do that."

Adam Crawford

Adam grumbled, thinking briefly about it and heaving a sigh. "I suppose I'd be alright with what Elliott said, yeah. I just hate how the sand gets in... places... Biking with sand in your pants is... unpleasant."

Ryder Lynn

"Well, see they invented this fancy thing called a shower," Ryder mused, trying to look up through his bangs at Adam's grumpy face. "You get it in and you can wash yourself and get clean. It's out of this world. And this allows you to spend time near the beautiful ocean where you can see the bridge and watch your boyfriend surf."

Elliott Gilbert

"I do wanna watch my boyfriend surf," Elliott said, with a pointed glance over at Adam, as if to ask if he wanted the same thing. "And if we get one of those shower things all together after the fact, you know, that could be fun too."

Adam Crawford

Adam perked up with a small smile. He liked the sound of that. "Alright, alright. I'll risk it. For you lot." Adam tangled a hand into Elliott's hair and leaned in to kiss Ryder, hand gently cupping the back of his boyfriend's head.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled against Adam's lips, just a little proud of himself. A promise of himself wet and shirtless usually did the trick. "Cool. There's naked girls there too, even if you two don't care." He chuckled as he finally sat himself up and stretched his arms up.

Elliott Gilbert

"Hey, boobs don't scare me," Elliott said with a shrug. He grabbed a cookie for himself and sat back, to relax and enjoy the little patches of sunlight that filtered through the tree branches overhead. "But you know, I'll pretty much just be watching you. And this guy," he added, indicating Adam.

Adam Crawford

"Hmm, I'm not a very good surfer though. Last time I went out on the water... bad things happened," Adam said, nibbling on his cookie and trying to block out the recurring, confusing images of Amaretta Stone topless. He still hadn't quite figured that out.

Ryder Lynn

"Translation: He tried to drown himself," Ryder explained. "Lucky I was there to save him." He wiggled his eyebrows playfully and popped the last of his cookie in his mouth. "There's some really cute kids down at Baker Beach too."

Elliott Gilbert

"With the topless women around?" Elliott asked, confused. He couldn't quite remember which beach was which, though he'd heard of most of them. But that happened when he didn't actually go to them all that often.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, from what I've heard. Surprised me too." Adam shrugged, persistently ignoring Ryder's commentary on his horrible surfing abilities, though he reached out and scratched a friendly line down Ryder's back. "I'm just going to go with 'San Francisco' and not question it."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just shrugged though, having grown used to it by now. "It was something to get used to when I first moved here, I guess; but people who've lived here all their lives don't bat an eyelash at it. There are plenty of families and topless girls alike at Baker Beach, and everyone gets along just fine."

Elliott Gilbert

"Makes sense to me," Elliott said, leaning back on his hands. "I mean, now that you point it out. If it's no big deal to them, it's no big deal to me." He shrugged, and glanced out at the other people enjoying the park, then back to his boys and their dogs. "How 'bout we get started on that round of frisbee, huh?"

Adam Crawford

"I only managed to find a tennis ball, but it may be in here..." Adam said, pulling his bag into his lap and digging around. He pulled out a first aid kit, a box of cards, his phone and the chain for his bike before he managed to find the frisbee. "Success! As far as toplessness goes, it's not even anything in Britain. I was less surprised about women going topless in front of children, more surprised that Americans were doing it." He shrugged. "You lot have a... reputation back across the pond."

Ryder Lynn

"Yeah, well... I like boobs, so..." Ryder shrugged innocently, producing the tennis ball he'd retrieved earlier from behind his back. Gary sniffed at the bike chain curiously and gave it a lick. It tasted nasty though, and he said so by continually sticking his tongue out in an effort to get the taste off.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled at the little dog's reaction, and gave him a soothing pat on the head. "It's okay, dude. Have another bite of pupcake." He stuck his finger in what was left of the frosting, and let Gary lick it off. "We can totally go to whatever beach you want. I just wanna see you in action, Ry."

Adam Crawford

"Boobs are nice..." Adam mumbled, turning his focus back to Matilda who was disinterestedly resting her head on his thigh. "But uh... whatever beach. I'm good..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled softly and reached up to scratch at the back of Elliott's head lovingly. "You're sweet," he told him sincerely. "I'd be happy to show off for you. Anyway, are we gonna play?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah!" Elliott stood up then and patted his thighs to get the dogs' attention. Well... Matilda's attention, since Gary was so tiny the frisbee would probably catch him instead of the other way around. "C'mon girl, we're gonna play catch!"

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled as Matilda promptly scrambled over him to get to her feet with a happy sound, half-hopping at Elliott's feet eager to play now that someone was actually ready to throw something for her.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder watched Gary attempt to jump up along with them. He didn't want him to get hurt with the huge frisbee though, so he tossed him the tennis ball instead, smiling as the tiny dog rolled over with it and attempted to gnaw on it, despite it being far larger than his mouth. He found a spot to stand that would form a triangle between the three of them and waited.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott tossed the frisbee first towards Mati and Adam, hoping that the dog would catch it of course, but also that Adam would intervene if she failed. They passed it around a couple of times, and Mati ran from boy to boy as she chased after the disc eagerly. Elliott couldn't help but laugh, especially when even Gary started hopping with excitement.

Adam Crawford

Adam enjoyed it too. Lunch with his boyfriends --a meal Elliott made--  playing with their dogs. He liked these easy afternoons together, nothing to think about except each other and being together. He felt truly happy out with them.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder tossed the frisbee over to Adam and glanced around curiously. It was a beautiful day outside and there were some other people wandering around. There were a few couples of differing types and a family nearby with two little kids who were chasing each other around in a circle and laughing. He sighed softly, but smiled all the same. He waved at the little girl when she noticed him, causing her to giggle and run off. He couldn't help but let his thoughts drift, at least until the frisbee hit him just above the eye. "Well, shit," he hissed, his hand coming up to rub at it quickly.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's eyes widened and he jogged over to Ryder with some concern. "You okay?" he asked, and peered at the spot where the frisbee had hit him. It wasn't bleeding, fortunately. "Dude, you're supposed to catch it," he teased, and pressed a little kiss to Ryder's brow, like the gentle touch could make it better.

Adam Crawford

"Do we need the first aid kit?" Adam asked nervously, trotting up to Ryder's other side, Matilda helpfully grabbing the discarded frisbee for them before coming over, tail wagging happily that she'd finally gotten a turn to hold the frisbee.

Ryder Lynn

"No, no. I'm fine," Ryder insisted, waving them off. "It's just a bump. I'm not the first person to get hit with a frisbee. Besides, look how happy it made Tilly." He chuckled and glanced over his shoulder again at the kids that were still playing. "Sorry. I just got distracted," he added as he looked back to his boyfriends.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott followed Ryder's line of sight and then, suddenly, it made a lot more sense. He bit his lip and reached down to Ryder's hand, taking it gently. "C'mon, let's sit down for a while."

Adam Crawford

"Sure you're alright?" Adam offered gently, not missing the direction of either one of their looks. He smoothed a hand over Ryder's shoulder as they came back to the blanket to sit together. "There's an ice pack in here if you want it."

Ryder Lynn

"I'm fine, really, Babe," Ryder sat and rolled his eyes upward, as if he could see his own eyebrow. "Does it really look that bad?" he asked as his eyes crossed comically. He looked down though when Gary appeared at his side, climbing up into his lap and curling up.

Elliott Gilbert

"It looks fine, Ry," Elliott said, and sat beside Ryder, rubbing his shoulders sympathetically. "Somethin' tells me the bump isn't what we should be concerned about though..." He glanced at the kids again, then back to Ryder. Maybe this wasn't the best idea after all.

Adam Crawford

Adam sat close, staying quiet, but offering up his support through presence and touch. his hand resting lightly against Ryder's side. Matilda came up and dropped the frisbee in Ryder's lap, still eager to play, and waiting for one of them to throw it for her.

Ryder Lynn

"Good job, Tilly," Ryder praised, not wanting her to feel left out. He swiveled around just enough to toss the frisbee out into the grass for her to chase after. He sighed as he looked back at his boyfriends, who were both staring at him in anticipation. "I'm fine. I... I will be. I think."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott sighed. "You wanna pack up and head home?" he asked. "Or do somethin' else while we're out here?" He had no idea what else to do; there were sure to be kids everywhere. Except at home.

Adam Crawford

Before Adam could offer his own suggestion, Matilda trotted up again, dropping the disk into Elliott's lap before worming her way into Ryder's space for snuggles. Everyone else was looking at him, she wanted to give her own opinion too.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled down at the dogs, running a hand over each of them. He certainly was surrounded. Maybe a little too much. "We don't have to go home just 'cause of me," he told them. "I can't be a hermit forever. I've been telling Britt that, I have to believe it myself."

Elliott Gilbert

"Doesn't make you a hermit," Elliott pointed out. "Just means you need some time. And you've been doing great, like... we came out today, and we're having a good time. We could always drop the dogs off at home and then go do something else, if you want."

Adam Crawford

"It's whatever you want to do," Adam murmured, leaning his head against Ryder's shoulder. "We'll support you, no matter what you decide. On anything," he added, meaning more than just the activity of choice for the rest of the afternoon.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled softly and turned his head just enough to press a kiss to Adam's forehead. "Thanks, guys. I really enjoyed the picnic, I think I'm just... ready to go home. Have more dessert there, yeah?" he suggested as he lifted an eyebrow.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott said, nodding. "We can do that. It's all up to you." He knew that Ryder was still having some trouble dealing with everything, so he could be accommodating if that was what Ryder needed. He gave him a little smile, then went back to the blanket to pack up the rest of their paraphernalia.

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled, giving Ryder a kiss of his own before guiding them both to help Elliott wrap things up so they could head home. "Thank you, Ryder, for coming out with us today. I had a good time."

Ryder Lynn

"I did too," Ryder told them sincerely. "It was good to get some fresh air. I mean, I work at the beach a lot, but it's always better with my two favorite people." He hooked the dogs' leashes back around his wrists so they could start walking back.

Elliott Gilbert

"Gary and Adam?" Elliott teased, a laugh chasing the words. He found Ryder's hand and held onto it with a tight squeeze. Obviously Ryder meant the two humans, but he hoped to get a smile out of him.

Adam Crawford

"What about Mati?" Adam fussed, hand to his chest as he faked offense at Elliott. "Poor, Mati, so underappreciated, aren't you girl?" Adam said, turning to her. She gave a happy bark in response.

Ryder Lynn

"Oh please. Tilly adores me, and y'all know it." Ryder was already feeling better, lost in his usual banter with his boyfriends. He was ready to be alone with them though, cuddled somewhere nice and quiet.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah, she does," Elliott said, glad that Ryder was smiling and at least seemed to be happy again. Hopefully the tone for the rest of the night was set, and they'd just be able to take it easy together without any more problems.

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Ryder Is a Snuggly Puppy || Rydam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Ryder Lynn

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Mid-morning; Monday, September 1st

Summary: Adam and Ryder have breakfast together and reconnect over a bit of lightly kinky sex.

Notes: Warning for Puppy!Play

Adam jumped at the sound of Gary barking over something downstairs. That damn dog. Matilda had taken to sleeping at his schedule, but Gary still liked his 'Daddy Time' more than his 'Other-Daddy Time' and slept at a normal, diurnal schedule. Adam rolled over to stare at the clock until it made sense. At least it wasn't too early. He may as well get up and have breakfast. Adam rolled out of bed and stumbled his way to his bag to pick up his meds, then stumbled on downstairs to the kitchen for food and water.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder snapped his hand back to attempt to play off the fact that he had given Gary some bacon. He looked up at Adam with an innocent smile. "Hey, you. I made scrambled eggs. And some bacon. If you want any. Hey, Tilly," he greeted, scratching the dog between the ears.

Adam Crawford

Adam just grunted in response, not really paying attention as he flopped his arms about Ryder's shoulders and snuggled in. "Mrrnin..." He mumbled, getting comfortable. "What's for breakfast? Wait, you just said... ugh... food. And meds. Where's the water?" Adam tore himself away from Ryder's side, flipping between the fridge and the sink before finally heading to the cabinet to grab a mug.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder stepped up and reached out for the mug in Adam's hand. "I'll get you some. Sit down," he insisted, giving Adam's ass a playful smack. He poured him a cup of coffee and a glass of water, setting each of them in front of his boyfriend at the table. "I'll make you a plate." He was getting used to Adam after he first woke up, they'd been at Ryder's old apartment half the time anyway.

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded sleepily, too out of it yet to actually react much to anything; but he managed to pop his pill and sit mostly-straight in his chair as he waited for Ryder to feed him. He liked Ryder. Ryder was fun and cuddly and took care of him. "I should food," Adam said suddenly as the smell of bacon started to permeate his brain.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder couldn't help laughing softly as he walked back to the table and laid a hand on Adam's shoulder before he could finish standing up. With the other he set a plate in front of his boyfriend with eggs and bacon. "Here. Food." He pressed a kiss to Adam's forehead before he took a seat again, so he could finish his own. "Let me know when you're brain kicks in."

Adam Crawford

"Ooh..," Adam said, eyes lighting up as he dug in."Sorry, I get... brain." Adam floundered, waving his hand vaguely. He continued eating though. The muzzy dehydrated feeling in his cheeks fading as he started to wake up, and the food combined with his meds kicking in brought him to life. "Thanks, Brat," Adam said softly, reaching across the table with one hand as he continued eating.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled softly and slipped his hand into Adam's, giving it a gentle squeeze. "No problem," he answered sweetly. "Welcome back. How was work last night?" He sipped at his coffee, still grazing his thumb back and forth over Adam's hand.

Adam Crawford

"Pretty typical." Adam shrugged. "New kid's finding his feet, still a bit skittish around me, think he's either scared of me or has a crush. Possibly both. Dotty says he's very chatty whenever I'm not around, but he barely makes a peep when I'm about."

Ryder Lynn

"Probably both," Ryder agreed with a chuckle. "I was too at first. 'Til, you know, we started making out." He finished off his breakfast and held the plate down beside him for the dogs to lick away at. "But now it's Monday, and you're all mine until Elliott gets home. Then, you're all ours."

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled brightly, shaking his head. "Shouldn't do that, grease is no healthier for them than it is us," he admonished lightly, though Ryder didn't really need to be told. "Actually... there was something I wanted to ask you... been looking for a chance to bring it up, and you're welcome to say 'no' if it doesn't appeal to you..."

Ryder Lynn

"Well, we're still alive," Ryder pointed out, getting up to put his plate in the sink once the dogs were done. He came up behind Adam and started rubbing his shoulders gently as he looked down at him. "Okay... what kinda thing?"

Adam Crawford

Adam leaned back and smiled up at Ryder. "It's a... sex thing. I thought we might have fun with it. But you don't have to. I know it's a bit... odd, and I won't think any less of you if it's not your sort of thing." Adam said in a rush. He wanted to be very clear, Ryder wasn't obligated to do this. Especially since Ryder sometimes had limits regarding the things Adam liked to do.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder listened intently, his heart picking up just a little at the thought of sex with Adam in general. "Okay," he agreed, nodding in understanding. "Thank you for talking to me about it beforehand. I appreciate it," he added sincerely, taking a seat in the chair beside Adam, so they could look at each other a little more easily. Maybe they were getting better at this adult relationship thing.

Adam Crawford

Adam bit his lip anxiously, too late to back out now. He'd have to trust Ryder would turn him down if he didn't want it. "Have you ever heard of... 'puppy play?' Something one of the anons asked me a while back make me think of it, and I just... thought you'd make a very nice puppy." Adam licked his lips, reaching out and taking Ryder's hand on the tabletop.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder turned his hand over so their fingers linked together. A physical connection was always nice when they were talking things out calmly. "I am a puppy," he replied happily, grinning over at Adam. "But what do you mean exactly?"

Adam Crawford

Adam floundered a bit, trying to figure out how to word what he was thinking while distractedly thinking of all the various things it could be. "It's... a form of roleplaying. In the bedroom. Like... you're my pet, and you act like a devoted pet, but... there's also sex? Um... It's a bit complicated, but not. I'm not sure how to describe it..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded slowly as he listened. His silly flustery boyfriend was something else. "Okay... I think I... get the idea. Maybe I could read about it a little?" he suggested. What Adam couldn't get out in words, the internet surely could.

Adam Crawford

"Well, there are... a lot of different variations- and some more extreme than others..." Adam hedged. "I'm not... looking to collar you- I mean, unless that's what you want? I guess... yeah, you should read up on it, and whatever aspects you think you're okay with, we'll do those?"

Ryder Lynn

"Sounds fair," Ryder agreed, offering Adam a reassuring smile. "I'm kinda stupidly happy you're still comfortable enough to bring stuff up with me after I freaked before, so excuse me while I smile like an idiot for a moment." He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Adam's lips before he got up again. "I'll get my laptop."

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled through the kiss, shaking his head as Ryder pulled back. "You're allowed to have limits, you know. Just because one thing didn't work out, doesn't mean nothing will. I like sex with you, and I like trying new things. Trying new sex with you is just two already wonderful things made better," he teased as he cleared his own dishes and entered the living room to lean over the back of the couch and read over Ryder's shoulder.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder glanced over his shoulder with a smile and reached up to pet Adam's cheek sweetly. He needed it back though, so he could type at a normal frequency. He clicked on a couple different links and read through them carefully. Some people definitely did get very heavily into it, which he wasn't really prepared to do, but the simpler aspects of it did sound kinda fun. "I think I could do this," he said simply. "Assuming it didn't involve any commands to hold off on coming for too long."

Adam Crawford

"No. Not going to ask you hold off at all," Adam reassured quickly. "I know that's a limit for you... You can come whenever you like; though, I may give you orders about exactly how I want you to come..." Adam rumbled, leaning forward and running his hands over Ryder's chest.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled at that coyly. He'd heard those types of words from Adam before, and he didn't mind them in the least. "My limits just involve pain," he explained. "I love being spanked, but anything more intense than that mostly just kinda freaks me out. So as long as you keep that in mind, I think we'll be just fine."

Adam Crawford

"Hmm... do you want a safeword maybe? Something to make sure I slow down and another to ask me to stop entirely?" Adam offered carefully, wrapping his arms loosely around Ryder's shoulders and burying his face in his boyfriend's neck. He'd hate if Ryder ended up using them, but at the same time, it would be much better than the alternative -- which Adam didn't even want to think about.

Ryder Lynn

"That's probably a smart idea," Ryder agreed, bringing a hand up to slide over Adam's arm gently. He tilted his head back, so he could see him a little easier. "Better safe than sorry. We really should've thought of that before."

Adam Crawford

"Maybe... I think we muddled through alright..." Adam smiled bashfully, tipping his head affectionately into Ryder's space. "So... what are your safewords? If you have any already? You should pick them yourself, easier to remember that way."

Ryder Lynn

"Never had anyone to use them with before," Ryder admitted with a soft chuckle. He leaned close as well, so their heads were touching slightly. He sat quietly for a moment and thought about it, something he would remember, but wouldn't be likely to accidentally say during sex. Though he wasn't sure he was going to be saying many human words this time anyway. "Popcorn and pretzels," he finally said with a nod.

Adam Crawford

"Oh... Kay..." Adam said, blinking with a fair amount of confusion. "Not what I would have picked, but that's the point of you picking them. Popcorn to slowdown and pretzels to stop?" That made a bit of sense, once Adam paused to think about it --popcorn kernels like brief shots of activity; pretzels all twisted up needed more time to untangle. Even if that wasn't Ryder's intent, at least Adam would be able to remember which one was which as well.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder shrugged at Adam's confusion. "I'm kinda just always thinking about food and sex, so... but, yeah, that'll work," he agreed, glancing back at the computer screen to look over a couple more things. "I'll let you take the lead then."

Adam Crawford

"We could always add treats to this, you know..." Adam offered. "Or food in general? If that appealed to you?" he said with a light shrug. "But, perhaps later, right now... No pets on the furniture, Brat."

Ryder Lynn

"Mmm, I'd rather keep 'em separate, I think. I want my treat to be you," Ryder answered with a slow grin, which only widened at Adam's next words. If he were being Ryder, he's point out that Gary was sitting next to him, just for the heck of it, but he wanted to play along properly, so he sunk to the floor, waiting patiently on his knees.

Adam Crawford

Adam inhaled sharply, licking his lips as he straightened. "Good boy..." he murmured, coming around to the front of the couch and sitting where Ryder had just been. He reached out, tangling his fingers into Ryder's hair. "Chosing a name is always the hardest part of getting a new pet..." Adam mused to himself. "What do you think? What's your name, Little One?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder wasn't exactly sure what all the rules were here and he decided they should figure out. "Before we get too far into this... what are the talking rules here? Just so I know if you're talking to yourself or asking me stuff. I wanna be a good puppy for you."

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed. "I was mostly talking to myself; and in general, I think it'd be hotter if you don't speak, but... do you have a preference for what your name should be? Even though you and I both know you're too much of a brat to be a perfect puppy." Adam fluffed at Ryder's hair affectionately.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded obediently now that he understood, but he still answered Adam's question. "Whatever you want. I want it to be yours," he told him sincerely. "And now I'll stop saying words." He zipped his lips shut with his fingers and smiled sweetly.

Adam Crawford

A bright laugh and smile met Ryder at that as Adam shook his head. "God, you're so adorable, without even trying." He stroked his hand over Ryder's head in thought. "You're going to be such a natural at this. I just know it."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled a little proudly and nuzzled into Adam's touch, still looking at up at him with dark, wanting eyes, filled with just a touch of anticipation. He rolled his legs to the side --so he was on his ass, fitted between Adam's legs-- and laid his head against his boyfriend's knee. It was surprisingly comfortable really.

Adam Crawford

Adam gasped, licking his lips and staring hungrily. Seeing Ryder like this, just so open and affectionate, it made him want. "I'm going to have to think about what to call you, Pet. Don't want to give you the wrong name because I'm in a rush," Adam said a bit apologetically, letting his fingers slide towards Ryder's ear to scritch affectionately. "But we'll find you the right one. Don't worry."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just made a happy little noise and nuzzled against Adam's thigh, so warm and strong from all the biking he did. Truthfully, it was quite nice being given this attention, touched and caressed and petted so lovingly. This was one of those special ways Adam liked to show his affection, and Ryder didn't mind it one bit.

Adam Crawford

Chuckling warmly, Adam stroked his fingers over Ryder's cheek. "You're so... demonstrative. It's adorable. But, what are we doing sitting around when we could be playing. Do you want to play, Pet?" Ryder Lynn

Ryder widened his eyes with apparent excitement, getting up on his hands and knees again and rocking back and forth the way Gary always did when he was waiting for one of them to start walking already. He looked toward the stairs and then back to Adam, shaking his ass happily. This was unexpectedly amusing, but not unpleasantly.

Adam Crawford

"Alright, alright. I'm coming, I'm coming," Adam laughed scruffing Ryder's hair one last time before standing up. He followed Ryder's gaze to the stairs and his brow rose. "Hmm, that's not what I meant, but I suppose it won't hurt to indulge you at least a little bit. Need to make sure a new pet is happy and comfortable in a home after all. Go on then, off you go," Adam said, gesturing for Ryder to lead the way.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder couldn't help but smile triumphantly. He couldn't exactly trot the same way their pups did, but he crawled as excitedly as he could manage over to the stairs; this was not gonna be good for his knee. He sat at the bottom step and gave Adam his best sad eyes, pulling his bad knee up to his chest to give it a little lick.

Adam Crawford

Adam's heart melted even as his dick hardened at the sight of his boyfriend --currently his 'puppy'-- being just as cute as could be. "Alright, Pet. I'll carry you up the stairs. We'll need to get you some kneepads if we decide to do this regularly," he murmured, scooping Ryder into his arms and marching up the stairs.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled with delight and wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders. Realism be damned, he was not getting dropped down the stairs. To keep up his best puppy vibe though, he leaned in to nuzzle his nose against Adam's neck before dragging his tongue across the soft skin in thanks.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, fuck-" Adam hissed, though he managed not to stumble over the last step. He hurried down the hall and into the bedroom without bothering to set Ryder down again until they were safely inside. "God... You're an eager puppy, aren't you?" Pressing a quick kiss to Ryder's temple as he set the other man to the ground. As he straightened up once more, Adam kept a steadying hand in his boyfriend's hair, a silent, affectionate connection.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder squeaked happily and crouched down like a puppy eager to play, chest to the ground and ass in the air. He figured it gave Adam a nice view at the same time. He looked up in anticipation, smacking at the floor playfully. He seemed to be doing a decent enough job since Adam looked so smitten. Ryder loved making him look like that.

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled, plopping down on the end of the bed and stripping off his shirt. "Such a cute little thing you are. Alright, Pet. Tell me, what do you want to play with? Pick any toy you like."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat back on his heels and tilted his head as considered; it seemed like something a puppy would do after all. A smile grew and he went to the side of the bed, pawing at the little plastic box underneath where they kept some of their things. Dogs couldn't pick up boxes, he was pretty sure.

Adam Crawford

With a shake of his head, Adam bent to help Ryder with the box --an addition that Adam had insisted on, so Gary couldn't accidentally get his paws on something actually dangerous to him-- and popped the lid open to set it aside. "What is it, Pet?" Adam asked patiently, looking into the box with Ryder, there were more than a few possibilities in there.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked through the box with his eyes until he spotted what he was after. He stuck his face into it --careful to pick his prize up with his lips and not his teeth-- and grabbed their little remote controlled friend. He dropped in front of Adam and wiggled his ass back and forth hopefully. That would surely get him to behave.

Adam Crawford

"Oh ho..." Adam hummed, licking his lips eagerly as he bent to lift their bluetooth-dildo up. Ryder's whole demeanor and body-language alone was enough to get him going, but this... "Alright, let's get you undressed then, Pet. Hop up." Adam said, patting the bed beside him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder eyed the bed as he tried to decide how he should do this. Eventually he just stood up and quickly got back to his knees on the bed. It was much better for them anyway. He would definitely need kneepads for any future fun. He looked down at himself and his clothes and then up at Adam with a little whine. Puppies couldn't undress themselves.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah, I know," Adam said, already reaching for Ryder's clothes to help him. "Paws up," he ordered, so he could get Ryder's shirt over his head.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder lifted his arms obediently, all the while staring at Adam with adoring eyes. He laid back on the bed, so Adam could work on getting his pants off as well and decided to really get into his role with a little "ruff." This was surprisingly fun.

Adam Crawford

Adam shivered, eyes darting up to Ryder's face. "Yeah? You like that, Pet?" Adam asked, running his fingers over Ryder's abs as if scratching him for a belly-rub. "Good boy--" Adam cooed, rubbing his hands all up and down Ryder's tummy.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes slipped closed as Adam touched him. Puppy or not, he couldn't love anything more than the hands of someone he loved moving over his body. He whined softly, his eyes opening once again and meeting Adam's hopefully.

Adam Crawford

Adam cupped a hand to Ryder's head, rubbing his thumb over the man's temple. "Yeah. I know. Me too," he breathed, pressing a quick kiss to Ryder's forehead. Lingering only briefly, Adam moved to finish getting Ryder's pants off and down, licking his lips at the sight of Ryder nearly as turned on by this as he was.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder wanted so badly to wrap a hand around himself and show off for Adam. He knew how much his boyfriend loved that. But that's not what this was about. Today, he was all Adam's to play with. Instead, he got up on his hands and knees again and crawled up in front of Adam. He tried to get across everything he was feeling with his eyes alone; then leaned in. Ryder nuzzled at Adam's neck for just a moment before opening his mouth and giving the skin a little nip with his teeth.

Adam Crawford

Panting thickly, Adam wrapped his arms around Ryder and held him tightly. "God... you're so perfect." He gave Ryder another squeeze. "So good... So beautiful... but, ah. No. Can't let you have me spoiling you too much. Down boy. Down. Need to get me undressed too first," Adam babbled hastily, letting go of Ryder.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat back quickly, looking ashamed as he stared down at the comforter. He just wanted to taste. Just a little one. He snuck a look whenever he could though, watching as Adam revealed more skin. God, his boyfriend was gorgeous.

Adam Crawford

"It's okay, Pet. You did good," Adam was quick to reassure, laying one hand to Ryder's head as he pushed his pajama bottoms to the floor to join rest of their clothes. "You're a good boy. It's my fault for indulging you. You can't be blamed for enjoying it." Adam smiled as he scritched behind Ryder's ear again.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined as he leaned into the touch. He so wanted to be touched. Everywhere. Anywhere. He licked his lips slowly, making sure Adam was watching. He waited quietly, knowing now to behave until Adam told him what he wanted.

Adam Crawford

"God, you're amazing... So good for me," Adam praised. "Now, step back a bit, plenty of space for both of us," he teased, motioning for Ryder to crawl backwards just far enough for Adam to climb on the bed too. "There's a good boy." Adam gave Ryder another fond pat, making sure to stay in contact as much as he could.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder didn't much like the sound of space between them. He wanted heat and skin and touch. He wanted everything. He was going to be good for Adam though. As long as he was comfortable with Adam's commands, he would do them, no matter how much he wanted to jump on his boyfriend right now.

Adam Crawford

Once Adam joined Ryder on the bed, he smiled. "Need to start your training soon, but... perhaps later. No good trying to give you orders when we're both distracted, is there? No... I think we'll be best off giving you a bit of a treat, show you what you can expect for good behavior. What do you say, Pet? You want a treat?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's ass lifted immediately, wiggling from side to side as his eyes moved over Adam's body hungrily. He let his tongue loll out, panting softly as he moved just a little forward. He didn't want to push it too far and get his treat taken from him.

Adam Crawford

"What do you want? Go on, then, it's okay. Take it." Adam said, leaning back just slightly to spread his knees. He had a feeling he knew what Ryder would choose for his 'treat,' but he'd let his boyfriend decide. "Anything you want."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes lit up again, and his tongue came up to lick over his top lip. He looked up at Adam through dark lashes before he leaned down and licked a long strip up Adam's cock, tongue pressed flat against the underside. Adam tasted just as good as he always did.

Adam Crawford

Adam hissed, pleased that Ryder wanted it, wanted him so much as to consider blowing him a 'reward.' "Fuck... you beautiful thing..." He buried his fingers in Ryder's hair, encouraging him with body and words, "You're so good. Go on, Lick it. Get it nice and wet, yeah?"

Ryder Lynn

Doing as told, Ryder licked long, thick stripes all over Adam's length. He dragged his lips along the side; then, he took the head of Adam's cock in his mouth, sucking gently. He loved this, loved the feel against his tongue and the sounds Adam always made. His ass kept wiggling with delight as he began to slide his mouth down.

Adam Crawford

"Oh! Oh, God..." Adam panted, squeezing Ryder's head and desperately trying not to thrust. "You're so good at that, Pet... Fuck..." Adam whined, feeling a trail of drool, actual drool, trickle down his length into the crisp hair on his balls.

Ryder Lynn

Pride swelled in Ryder's chest at the praise. He wanted to be a good pet for Adam. He wanted to be a good boyfriend, truth be told; and he was sort of thrilled they'd found something more they could both enjoy. He hadn't failed at it this time. He sucked a little harder, putting his hands up on Adam's thighs as his head bobbed up and down.

Adam Crawford

Adam jerked as an idea struck him. "Wait, wait. I just... had a thought." Adam said, pushing Ryder back gently. "Hold on, just- just one moment..." he panted, hurrying over to the bureau and returning with a pair of socks in hand.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined in obvious annoyance. His treat had been interrupted, and he wanted that perfect cock in his mouth so badly. It wasn't nice to take it away. He raised an eyebrow as he looked at Adam with some confusion once he returned.

Adam Crawford

"You ah... don't have to do this..." Adam started, holding the socks up. "I just thought they'd be like... paws." Adam bit his lip as he climbed back on the bed. The way Ryder's hands had gripped his thighs hadn't been quite right, but with the socks, Ryder wouldn't be able to separate his fingers fully.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder stared at the socks in Adam's hands for a moment before a smile crept up on his face. He held each of his hands out and gave Adam another little bark of approval, still wiggling in excitement.

Adam Crawford

A brightly relieved expression spread across Adam's face to match Ryder's as he quickly helped him put the socks on. He rubbed his hands up Ryder's forearms in awe, amazed at how turned on all this made him; seeing his boyfriend's hands hidden, bound up, more dog-like. He wondered briefly how much he'd like to see Ryder's excited wriggling come with a little tail- but, that was a speculation for another time. For now... Adam climbed back onto the bed and cupped Ryder's ears. "Thank you. You're the best pet a man could ever ask for." Adam leaned down, pressing another kiss to Ryder's nose.

Ryder Lynn

Yes, Ryder loved the praise. He might get more of it this way than when he was being human. He ran his tongue over Adam's jawline and gave it a playful little nip before ducking his head back down to the man's cock. He nuzzled hopefully, looking up to Adam for permission once more.

Adam Crawford

"Gy-uck," Adam fussed, making a face and wiping at the slobber now decorating his cheek. "I guess that's what I get for interrupting your treat, huh? Yeah, go ahead, you can have it," Adam permitted with a fond look.

Ryder Lynn

A little squeak came out of Ryder before he went back to Adam's dick eagerly. He went down nice and deep right away, sliding down as much as he could before he felt Adam touching the back of his throat. He didn't want to push it too far and do anything to mess up this perfect morning they were having, so he just swallowed carefully before sliding back up a little.

Adam Crawford

Adam moaned, shuddering through the sudden, overwhelming pleasure. "Oh... fuck me..." Adam arched back, hips trembling, fighting the urge to thrust. He was so turned on. The brief respite only served to fuel his need more now that he had Ryder's mouth around him again tight, hot, wet and deep.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder outright growled around Adam's dick at the words and the thoughts they put into his head. He knew he'd probably be the one getting fucked for the time being, but soon, maybe even later tonight, he'd get his turn at that perfect ass of his boyfriend's. He sucked a little harder, pawing at Adam's legs and doing everything he could to make him feel good.

Adam Crawford

"Shhit-" Adam buried his hands into Ryder's hair again, scratching over his head and neck, tugging gently at his ears. Anything and everything he could think of to pet and stroke Ryder, encourage him to keep going. "Fuck... I'm... close, Pet. So close..."

Ryder Lynn

That only urged Ryder on, making him work harder for his sweet human. His tongue moved expertly over each sweet spot as he sucked away, still growling softly now and then to send vibrations through Adam's body. He wanted to make Adam feel good. He would.

Adam Crawford

"Oh- Oh my god..." Adam gasped, barely breathing as his body began to shake and tremor from the power of it, his orgasm welling up and exploding out, full and desperate with how hard he'd become. "Oh, Pet... Yessss- Ah."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder swallowed every bit of it. Well, as much as he could. Some of it dripped from his lips as he pulled off, falling along Adam's thighs. He just went after it though, licking at Adam's skin so he could lap up every last drop. Such a good treat. The very best kind.

Adam Crawford

Muscles shaking, slightly dazed, Adam pulled Ryder up until their faces were level, and Adam could kiss into his boyfriend's mouth. Tongue flashing out to taste the bitter salt clinging to Ryder's lips. "So beautiful." Adam pet both hands down Ryder's back in turns, a constant stream of soothing strokes to go with the praise. "My beautiful pup. Did so well, it's your turn now. Your turn to feel good."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder relished the praise and the touch. He loved the touch so much and the loving attention, sexual or not. Still, his eyes lit up at Adam's words and he gave another little yip of excitement. He searched out the toy that was still tangled in the blankets and nudged it at Adam with his nose, ass still wiggling back and forth.

Adam Crawford

"Ah, yes," Adam chuckled, picking the bluetooth up and smiling wickedly. "Perhaps we can do a bit of training after all... Let's see what commands you know. Present," Adam said with a light hint of authority flowing under his words as he reached for the other supplies they'd need.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's brows drew together for a moment as he pieced together what Adam was telling him. He was pretty sure he knew what he was doing though as he turned himself around and stuck his ass in the air proudly. He glanced over his shoulder with a cute little scrunched up nose.

Adam Crawford

"Very good," Adam praised, stroking a single hand down Ryder's back until he was cupping the man's pert ass, which Adam gave a few affectionate pats. "Alright, need to stretch you open for this, just take a moment..." Adam coated his fingers in lube, bringing his hand to Ryder's opening and massaging him gently.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder couldn't help gasping at the cold slickness touching sensitive skin. He remembered quickly though and turned it into a soft pant as he let his tongue slip from his mouth. He wished he could see himself --see Adam's fingers sliding into him-- but he had to settle for watching Adam's face over his shoulder instead.

Adam Crawford

"There we are... good boy..." Adam soothed, smiling down at Ryder as he stroked a calming hand over his flank. "That's it. Just relax for me," he murmured, working two and three fingers in quickly. He was careful to stretch and slick everything, but his touch remained just slightly detached and formal, almost clinical.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder honestly couldn't feel that much of a difference. Perhaps he was too lost in the pleasure of having Adam's fingers filling him or the anticipation of even more soon. Or perhaps he just knew that underneath it all, Adam loved him, no matter how much he sucked at saying it. He knew it, and he felt it, no matter their little game. He made a happy, little snuffling noise and just smiled into the pillow beneath him.

Adam Crawford

"Ah, ah- up." Adam scolded lightly as Ryder started to lean too far forward. "There you go. Ready for your toy, Pet? Think you'll enjoy this one..." Adam smiled, leering just slightly as he angled the bluetooth towards Ryder's hole and slipped his fingers free. The tapered end slid easily inside Ryder, filling him up.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder wanted to moan, instead turning it into a little howl of pleasure. Just feeling full like this was so good, and he knew it would only get better once they actually turned it on. He pushed himself up with his hands and kept panting, looking to Adam with a silent request for a more.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah... Good boy. Such a good boy." Adam cooed, working the plug in and out just slightly as he reached for his phone and the little app that would make Ryder come alive. "Let's just get this turned on, shall we?" He smirked, flipping the switch to the lowest setting with his free hand. His other cupped Ryder's ass firmly, holding him in place.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gave another little howl, his body rocking forward on reflex, both from surprise and an urge for more. He flopped over onto his side and rubbed his cheek over Adam's thigh, just smiling with pure delight.

Adam Crawford

"Woah. Hello there, Little One," Adam chuckled, petting at Ryder's hair. "So cute, but not done yet. Just getting started. Up you get," he encouraged, helping Ryder back up on all fours. "Let's start with the basics. Sit."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined a little, ready to just enjoy himself. He should've known Adam would make him work for it though. Adam made him work for everything. Ryder followed the order though, settling his full ass back against his heels and sitting up, paws in the air. He made a little questioning whine to see if he'd done well.

Adam Crawford

Adam considered, he would have called that 'begging' more than just a 'sit,' but he didn't actually know anything about dogs or dog training, and the point was to have fun, so he shrugged it off. "Very good." Adam smiled, setting the vibrator inside Ryder up two short clicks. "Now lie down." Adam gestured unhelpfully with his hand.

Ryder Lynn

More noises escaped Ryder as little sparks of pleasure ran through him. Lying down should be easy enough. He flopped over on his side and laid his limbs out in front of him, his eyes slipping closed for a moment.

Adam Crawford

Adam huffed exasperated. The last one was close enough, but this one he knew was supposed to look different. "Not quite, Pet," he said, setting the phone aside and using both hands to maneuver Ryder into the position he wanted, knees bent and apart, lying forward with arms out front. It was quite a bit more awkward on a human than an actual dog, but as soon as they'd managed to get Ryder into the position Adam wanted, he praised him, "There you go, that's lie down. Good boy." Adam reached for the phone and clicked it up another notch.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let himself be moved, unsure how to know what the heck Adam wanted, but as long as he helped, Ryder was fine with it. Especially when it ended with his body buzzing just a little harder. He barked happily and swatted Adam's leg with his socked hand.

Adam Crawford

"Yes, yes. Alright. You like your toy, I take it?" Adam asked cheerfully, stroking over Ryder's hair again. "God, you're so cute like this..." Adam shook his head, working to get his focus back. He was starting to get rather hard again, and it was distracting him something awful. "How about... Roll over."

Ryder Lynn

That seemed simple enough. He flopped onto his side again and then rolled to his back, his limbs in the air, along with his dick. He gave Adam a wicked little look with his eyes, pleased to be able to show off a little.

Adam Crawford

"And keep going," Adam laughed, making a reluctant little circle with his hand until Ryder was back the position he'd started. It was so tempting to just reach out and grab that perky, eager cock waving up at him. "That's it. So good..." Adam praised distractedly, giving Ryder another pat as he cranked the vibrations up again, a bit higher than he'd meant to. Adam's voice was a bit breathless when he spoke again, "How about stay?" he asked, licking his lips, hand up. "Do you know stay?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder whined a little desperately, his hips wanting to press into the mattress so badly, so he could just get a little friction. He kept them up though, instead humping against the air. He really didn't want to stay right now. He wanted to jump on Adam and kiss him hard, but he did his best, just looking up at him with dark, needing eyes.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah... yeah, that's good, Pet. Stay..." Adam panted, staring right back as he moved up the bed, away from Ryder. This was already such a turn on to him, and seeing Ryder enjoying himself just as much, wanting Adam... They wouldn't be 'training' for very much longer. As Ryder held the position, Adam reached for the phone and fumbled it up one. Two more clicks. Breathing heavily, he looked up and saw Ryder, wound so tightly, so hard, and doing so well. Because Adam asked for it. Adam couldn't take it any longer. "Okay."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's face lit up as he bounded forward on the bed and leaped into Adam's lap. He placed socked hands on Adam's shoulders and gave his jaw another happy lick. He was in desperate need of a release and he knew Adam would give it to him soon enough.

Adam Crawford

"Yess! Oh, yes." Adam praised as he thumbed the slider all the way up on the phone and tossed it aside. He had better things to do, like wrap his arms around Ryder's chest, hold him close and mouth across the man's neck hungrily.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out another howl as his head fell down against Adam's shoulder. He could feel it in every single fiber of his being now, winding him up and making him mad. He humped Adam's leg impatiently, using everything he had in him to control himself as well as he could.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, fuck... You really do need it, don't you, Boy? Need it so badly," Adam panted, working a hand between them and wrapping his fingers around Ryder's length. "It's okay. I got you. There you go... Good boy..." Adam soothed, pumping his fist rapidly over Ryder's heavy length, tight and swift in all the right places.

Ryder Lynn

Fuck, that was just what Ryder needed. His hips thrust forward into Adam's fist as the vibrations continued rolling through him, over every perfect spot inside him. It barely took another minute before he was coming hard all over his gorgeous boyfriend with a yelp.

Adam Crawford

"That's it... Good boy..." Adam murmured, working Ryder through it, milking every last drop from his cock and holding the man closer. Mouth and hands stroked over every inch of skin Adam could reach. "You're so gorgeous. My beautiful little pet..." Adam squeezed Ryder one last time before just holding his cock in a loose fist and kissed him soundly.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder kissed Adam in return, letting his body absorb every second of pleasure until it became too sensitive. He whined again, pawing at Adam's phone to get him to turn the vibrations off. He was determined to stay in character as long as he could though, if it's what Adam wanted.

Adam Crawford

"Hm?" Adam blinked, a bit confused for a moment. "Oh, right, shit. sorry." Adam scrambled over and flipped the vibrations off quickly. "There. That's better," Adam said, immediately wrapping his arms around Ryder and holding him close. "Thank you... So much, Thank you. That... you were perfect, so perfect," Adam said, ignoring his renewed erection in favor of clinging to Ryder gratefully.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just smiled and wrapped his arms around Adam comfortably. He pressed a sweet kiss to the side of Adam's neck. "Can I be Ryder again?" he whispered softly. "Cause I'd like to get this plug out and these socks off my hands." He chuckled lightly, looking to Adam before he did anything.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah. You can be Ryder," Adam agreed, turning his head to steal Ryder's lips in a slow, lingering kiss first. He was panting when they finally pulled apart. "God, Ryder... That... was amazing. Best. Boyfriend. Ever." Adam said, emphasizing each word with another heated kiss.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder giggled as he accepted the kisses and then pulled the socks from his hands. "It was amazing. And a lot of fun," he agreed. "Help me get this thing out? And then I'll help you with your little problem there?"

Adam Crawford

"Yeah. That sounds lovely," Adam purred, reaching behind Ryder and taking the base carefully. The way Ryder's hole gripped it coming out, still hungry and clenching, even just moments after coming so hard, made Adam shiver. "Fuck, that's good..." Adam wrapped it in one of the discarded socks to be cleaned later and set it aside. "Now... what did you have in mind, Brat?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gasped softly at the sensation; then, laid down on the mattress to adjust to the new empty feeling. "C'mon," he urged, patting the bed beside himself. "Lay down with me."

Adam Crawford

"As you wish." Adam smiled and sprawled out beside Ryder obediently, reaching out to cup his cheek. "Yeah? Then what? Anything you ask for..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled crookedly as his eyes studied Adam's face and each of his features. All so gorgeous. He ran his thumb over Adam's bottom lip and let their noses brush together, giving himself just a moment to connect with Adam as himself again. "Just let me take care of you," he whispered as his fingers moved down Adam's body, over his collarbone and stomach, finally reaching their destination and wrapping around Adam's dick.

Adam Crawford

A long, slow shudder worked over Adam's body. "Always, Brat..." He tilted his head, pressing a quick peck to Ryder's lips. "You always take such good care of me..."

Ryder Lynn

"I do my best," Ryder said before he left a trail of kisses along Adam's jaw. His hand worked over Adam slowly, but deliberately, quickly setting a rhythm. "I love taking care of you. Love watching you fall apart for me. Because of me."

Adam Crawford

"God... Me too. Want to-, I will," Adam murmured, a crackling tingle starting up in his nuts and slowly radiating outward. He clung to Ryder's shoulders, panting for breath. "Want to so... So bad..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder wrapped his free arm around Adam's shoulders and drew him closer, pressing a kiss to his forehead and then his lips. It was really nice, after what they'd just done, to be this close and this intimate, just the two of them. He'd had fun playing, but this was nice too, brought them back to reality. Quickly, his fingers slid through his own come, still clinging to his abs, and went right back to Adam's cock, moving faster this time. "You're so beautiful like this. That feel good?"

Adam Crawford

"Very-" Adam gasped, hips bucking forward before he could stop himself. "Very, very good." Panting breaths, biting his lip, Adam pressed his forehead against Ryder's and tried desperately to hold out as he pulled ever closer to coming again. "God... You're so good at that... So sexy- fucking... everything. So, so much..." Adam whined, babbling as his hips began to rock helplessly. tiny, little thrusts into Ryder's pumping fist.

Ryder Lynn

"That's it," Ryder encouraged quietly, twisting his wrist gently, at just the right angle. "C'mon, Adam. C'mon. Come for me. I wanna see it. I wanna feel you shake in my arms. For me, babe."

Adam Crawford

"Oh- God..." Adam sighed and did. Came and shook and everything Ryder asked and more. Fingers like brands clinging to Ryder's back as he fell to pieces and collapsed and flew. Every atom of his being singing with want and sex and love. Neverending. "Fuck-... Ry-"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes were still bright, his smile still wide, as his hands glided over Adam's skin. "There you go," he murmured, leaning in to steal one more sweet kiss. "You're so stunning, Babe. Love to watch you."

Adam Crawford

"God..." Adam smiled limply as he fought to catch his breath. "I'd let you watch any time. Every time..." Adam shivered pleasantly. "That... was amazing. Can we do that again later? With Elliott?" Adam asked a bit plaintively, darting forward to press a hopeful kiss to Ryder's cheek.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder licked his lips and gave a little nod. "If you want, yeah," he told him, guiding them a little closer, so they could snuggle together. "I love making you happy and having fun with you... and being with you. I love you."

Adam Crawford

Adam beamed in embarrassment, ducking his head and shuffling up closer to bury his face into Ryder's hair. "You're the best. The very best. I want you to know that..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just let out a little chuckle and nodded, not too surprised at this point. He petted Adam's head, fingers running through his hair, and just held him close. "I know I am," he replied with a soft chuckle.

Adam Crawford

"Just... making sure," Adam murmured, holding on just a little tighter under so much emotion. "Because... You're everything. So much everything, Ryder..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder laughed again, his fingers dragging down over Adam's back. "I'm not sure how much everything a person can be, but... thanks." He kissed the top of Adam's head and then sank back against the pillows to give himself some time to recover.

Adam Crawford

Adam simply followed him, too overwhelmed and just so slightly vulnerable to bear even an inch between them for the time being. He opened his mouth a couple times, floundering for words to convey what he was feeling, but nothing felt even half-way adequate. "Thank you," he murmured, laying his head over Ryder's chest and closing his eyes instead.

Ryder Lynn

"Thank you... for giving me another chance," Ryder answered, his eyes still closed and a smile still stuck on his face. His whole body felt relaxed and just a little tingly still. "I'm glad I could do something with you that you like... that we both like."

Adam Crawford

"A... second chance?" Adam asked, confused as he turned his head up, staring awkwardly at Ryder's chin from bellow. "I'm... not sure I know what you mean?"

Ryder Lynn

"Just, I mean... after I freaked out with the whole... thing last time," Ryder explained in little clips of words. He probably shouldn't have brought it up again. "I'm glad you still wanted to try things with me."

Adam Crawford

"Oh." Adam smiled warmly, settling in again. "I'll always want to try new things with you, Ryder. I want to know everything you like, and spend every moment with you that I can. Just because we had one... 'botched experiment,' so to speak, doesn't mean they'll all be that way," Adam explained, trailing his fingers over Ryder's abs. Up and back down again.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder breathed a soft sigh of relief and nodded along. "Yeah, couldn't agree more. I wanna find all that stuff out too. I guess I just feel like I disappointed you or something when one of 'em doesn't... agree with me."

Adam Crawford

"Not at all, or at least... not like that," Adam reassured with a shake of his head. "Sure, I'd prefer every single time we have sex go perfect or better than perfect, but... Sometimes we'll hit a few snags, doesn't change how I feel about you. Nor how much you turn me on," Adam growled, turning his head just enough to bite playfully at Ryder's pec. "You'll always be sexy and important to me. Simple as that."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder laughed again --much more playfully this time-- when he felt Adam's teeth briefly on his skin. "Okay. Good. Same goes for you," he told Adam simply. "Anything you wanna do today before Ell gets home?"

Adam Crawford

"Hmm... Nap?" Adam asked with a chuckle, nuzzling his face against Ryder's skin. "I just came twice, and you're all warm and mopsy..." Adam yawned. "Or I could read to you... Not sure where the books went, but they're somewhere."

Ryder Lynn

"Mopsy?" Ryder asked, laughing once again. He loved how happy Adam made him, both of his boyfriends made him. "Nap sounds good. We can find the books afterward."

Adam Crawford

"From Peter Cotton Tail. There's 'Flopsy,' and there's 'Mopsy,'" Adam said cheerfully, tugging Ryder closer as he closed his eyes. "We can read those after... if you like..."

Ryder Lynn

"I see." Ryder kept petting Adam's hair, knowing it would relax him a little more. "Sounds like a plan. Let's get some sleep though."

Adam Crawford

"Mmmm--kaayyyy," Adam rumbled, melting happily across Ryder's chest at the attentions. "Lvyuu,hibshi..." Almost too softly to hear as he finally succumbed to sleep, drifting off.

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Happy Birthday Ryder! || Rylliam

Tagged: Adam Crawford, Ryder Lynn and Elliott Gilbert

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Late-Afternoon; Wednesday, August 27th; Ryder's Birthday

Summary: After a day celebrating, including a trip to meet the Forty-Niners courtesy of Sugar, Rylliam open a few less than company friendly presents and have a little fun together.

Ryder was still riding high from everything that had happened that day. He could barely believe it was all real. Once he'd given Sugar her goodbyes and was out of the car, he was running up to the door, eager for the day to continue. It was definitely the best birthday he'd ever had. "C'mon, c'mon! Walk faster, old boyfriends!"

Adam Crawford

"Not old, you Brat!" Adam called after Ryder, hopping up the steps two at a time, so he could glomp his boyfriend from behind, lifting him up to awkwardly carry Ryder up the last couple steps to the door as the other man practically squealed with laughter.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott, meanwhile, opened the door for both of them, so Adam could carry Ryder straight through the door, over the threshhold like a bride. "After you, my good sirs," he said, and swept his hand across the doorway with a broad gesture and a broader smile. "Think you can take him upstairs, or you want me to take over?"

Ryder Lynn

"Or I could, you know... walk, like a normal person," Ryder laughed, letting his head fall back and his hair hang. "We're in the house, we need to get naked. That's the rule until tomorrow! So let's stop standing around."

Adam Crawford

"But I like carrying you around, Brat," Adam laughed, lifting Ryder up just high enough to reach at his exposed neck for a quick nibble, but he set Ryder down all the same. "We should loose a few of these layers though, don't you think, Elliott? We can open the other presents in the buff, no?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh, I encourage it, even," Elliott said, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. He started peeling off layers even on the way up the stairs, though he carried them with into the bedroom, so the dogs wouldn't try to claim his clothes. "We can't really use the rest of the presents if we're still dressed."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was pretty much giggling as he bounded up the stairs. He pulled his shirt off at the top landing before he turned and hurried into the bedroom. He was naked in no time and flopping down onto the bed. "Gimme! Gimme!" he said once his boyfriends caught up to him, holding his hands out expectantly.

Adam Crawford

Adam shook his head, laughing as he dropped his shirt in the hamper by the corner. "Alright, calm down, don't get ahead of yourself," he said, opening his pants and revealing bright-blue, lacy panties that clung to his hips and hugged his cock just so to accentuate the size and heft.

Elliott Gilbert

"Show off," Elliott said, rolling his eyes playfully. He hadn't bothered with the panties himself, instead preferring to go commando that day, since he'd figured that they'd get into things pretty quickly after coming home. Coming to their home, together. His hips swayed a bit as he went to the drawer where he kept his gift for Ryder, and pulled it out --a long, narrow box wrapped in bright red paper-- then handed it to Ryder.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder bit his lip as he let his eyes rake over each of his boyfriends. "You both look perfect," he told them quietly, just as in awe as every other time they were together. He reached out and accepted Elliott's gift, tugging him onto the bed to tangle together as he started ripping at the paper.

Adam Crawford

"Thank you, Brat," Adam chuckled, opening the closet and pulling down a package of his own, larger and more square, almost more like a garment box. Dark purple wrapping paper covering it. "Now, come on, open 'em; so we can get started." Adam said, thrusting his gift out with a little hop in his step.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott watched as Ryder lifted the paper from his gift, revealing the picture on the front of the box: a long bar, not unlike an extendable curtain rod, but with restraints on either side of it. He turned his attention from the box itself up to Ryder's eyes, to see what his reaction was. "It's a spreader bar," he explained, in case he didn't get it right away.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder ran his hands over the box, studying the picture on it. He'd seen them in photos and videos before, but he'd never actually used one. His eyes were wide and curious as he looked from the box to Elliott with a smile. "I think you might have to help me," he admitted with a shy laugh. "But I'm definitely looking forward to it. Thank you." He leaned over and kissed Elliott's lips, slow and gentle. "For everything." He reached out to grab Adam's present as well, tossing paper every which way.

Adam Crawford

Adam burst out laughing, sputtering as he managed to get a strip of purple in his mouth. His own box showed series of vinyl straps forming a sling with padded fabric along the bottom. All of it in unimaginative but easy to clean neutral tones. "I thought you might like to have one you can use day or night, for anything you like. Since I know how much you like swings... Yeah?" Adam said, growing a bit nervous towards the end, hoping he hadn't inadvertently struck a nerve with his gift. Elliott had been positive about it yesterday as they put the hooks into the ceiling, but Adam wasn't so sure anymore.

Elliott Gilbert

"There's more to mine too," Elliott added, but he didn't want to pull too much focus from Adam's gift, while Ryder was still taking it in. "It's kind of a theme though. You... like 'em?"

Ryder Lynn

Against physical probability, Ryder's eyes somehow grew even wider. It would be like Adam to get him a swing. His hands came up to his cheeks as he stared at the box and silently imagined himself in it. A smile spread wide as he looked up at Adam again and then between them both. "I... I love them. I love all of it. I love you. Both of you."

Adam Crawford

Adam's face bloomed into a smile, relieved that Ryder liked the present. He leaned in for a quick, dry kiss before reaching for the box. "Elliott and I set it up yesterday to make sure we could just jump right in today," he said excitedly.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott beamed, elated. There was so much chance that something could go wrong, and there still might be considering there were two more small gifts that he wanted to give Ryder. But considering how today had gone so far, he didn't think it was very likely. He reached under the bed to grab the additional two gifts, smaller boxes that contained a set of silk ropes and a crop.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was practically bouncing as more boxes were set in front of him. There was just so much happening today, and it was like it would never end. He didn't want it to end. He opened those presents as well, terribly intrigued with the crop. He ran it through his fingers back and forth a few times, just smiling to himself. "You two are amazing," he murmured happily.

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed, pleased with himself and with Elliott. He'd never been so excited on a birthday that wasn't his before, and this might even top all of his own birthdays; he was that happy. But this was Ryder and Elliott. They did that to him. "So, what do you want to play with first?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Birthday boy's choice," Elliott insisted. There were so many options; although, he was kind of partial to the swing, since he'd never actually managed to play with one of those before. But he'd defer to Ryder all the same. "We love you, babe. You deserve everything you want. And then some."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder kind of wanted all of it at the same time, but he knew that wasn't really possible. He just wasn't quite that flexible. "I wanna go in the swing," he decided pretty quickly, reaching out to pull the box open eagerly.

Adam Crawford

Adam bounced excitedly, helping Ryder get it out and start unfolding it, so they could hook it to the ceiling. Adam had been a bit worried the single hook might get spotted --it wasn't exactly small-- but they'd been okay after all.

Ryder Lynn

"Yeah?" Elliott asked brightly. "I gotta say, I think this is gonna be a lotta fun. If... we can figure out a way to get all three of us involved," he added, brows furrowing as he mentally debated the various positions that they could attempt.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder tilted his head to the side as he tried to picture that. His eyes also drifted over to Adam's lean body stretching up to the ceiling from the bed, the lace still clinging to his ass. "I suppose you could... take turns with me?" he suggested, licking his lips slowly.

Adam Crawford

"I... think I like that a lot..." Adam said a bit breathlessly as he finished straightening the straps out and worked it into a proper sling. "Elliott? You okay with passing Ryder back and forth all night long? Maybe we could start things off with that crop of yours? Warm that pretty bum of his up for us?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Mm, yes," Elliott said slowly, eyes trailing over Ryder's nude form. He reached for the crop and slid his fingers over the handle, mimicking the way he'd stroke his boyfriends. "Why don't you just turn around, so we can get you nice and warm for us?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's breath caught in his throat, and his eyes stayed fixed on Elliott's fingers running over the handle. "Y-yes, please," he stuttered out. He laid back against the bed and rolled over, sticking his ass in the air just enough. "I need birthday spankings."

Adam Crawford

Adam's eyes lit up as an idea hit him. "You turned twenty-two today, didn't you. I don't know if you lot have this in the states, but back in the UK there's a certain... tradition... regarding 'bumps' and annual mile stones... You pick a kid up and drop them on their bum as many times as they are years old -- plus one for luck. Or you kick your mates instead when they get too big to pick up. I think we might be able to switch out that for spanks though, don't you, Elliott?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed and nodded. "As luck would have it, the tradition in the States is, in fact, spankings. Usually not so... nude, but we all know that naked spankings are so much better." He tapped Ryder gently with the crop, just to let him understand the shape and material, before swatting him with it in much more earnest. "Aren't they, Ryder?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder jumped forward slightly at the crack against his skin and he hummed with delight. "So much better," he agreed in a mumble, a smile stuck on his face. "Happy birthday to me."

Adam Crawford

"That's one," Adam said gleefully, continuing to count the strikes off as Elliott spanked Ryder heartily with the crop. His lacy panties gradually getting a bit more... strained as the number climbed.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott made sure not to strike in the same place every time; but even with that in mind, Ryder's ass glowed red and warm with sharp, beautiful marks after he reached twenty-two strikes at varying degrees of intensity. He didn't want to be too cruel, after all, especially with another toy to play with so soon. But seeing Ryder's skin bloom like this just turned Elliott on -- he wanted Ryder, and he wanted him so, so badly. "And one to grow on," Elliott added, giving him one last swat, slightly gentler. "Tell us how you feel, babe?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a shuddering breath and tried to get his brain to form words. "Hot," he answered, meaning it in a couple different ways. "Hard... Empty," he added, turning to look over his shoulder with dark, lust filled eyes. "And... like I'm about to feel better than I ever have in my entire life."

Adam Crawford

Adam swallowed, staring at the look on Ryder's face. He loved seeing his boys this ready for each other. He reached out to gently palm at Ryder's ass, feeling the warmth and tenderness under his fingers. "So, which of us should go first getting that greedy little hole of yours filled up, Brat?"

Elliott Gilbert

"God, you're beautiful," Elliott breathed, looking from one boyfriend to the other but focusing on Ryder. The man of the hour. "You want me? You want me to stretch you wide open and fill you up, Baby? Pound you so hard you see stars?" he asked, while retrieving the lube from their drawer. It wasn't like Ryder was going to deny himself the pleasure, after all.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded quickly, his fingers curling around the sheet beneath him, his whole body humming with need. "When do I get to go in the swing?" he asked, like a little kid waiting for his birthday cake. Birthday sex was close enough, plus he already had his cake.

Adam Crawford

"Right now if you like." Adam chuckled darkly, watching them both with an almost insatiable hunger. "What do you say, Elliott. Think we can get him into the swing first, then you can stretch him open for that great, big cock of yours?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott agreed, nodding. "Swing sounds like a great idea to me. C'mon, Ry. Faster you get in, the faster you get to take this." He stroked himself, just showing off for his boys, hoping that Ryder was imagining what he'd feel like. Elliott certainly was.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's smile widened as he scrambled up from the bed. "Yes, please," he breathed out, pausing to study the swing and considering the best way to get himself in it. "Help me, please?"

Adam Crawford

"On your front or back?" Adam asked adjusting a couple straps to level things out to Elliott's height.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott hummed, debating the logistics of the situation. "Considering how red his ass already is, it might make more sense to put him on his front," he suggested. "And it probably makes it easier for all of us, hm?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked between each of them, and then, attempted to look at his own ass. He still wasn't very good at that. He kind of wished he could see them both, but Elliott probably had a point, so he just gave Adam a little nod.

Adam Crawford

Adam hesitated, curious. "I think I want to vote for on his back. Can see his cock that way, and his gorgeous face when we make him scream. Right? We can always switch it up later in the night. What do you say, Elliott?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Mm, I do like watching his face when he comes," Elliott agreed, nodding. "Good choice." He helped Ryder over to the swing and lowered him into it, getting him settled. Elliott looked up at the hook, checking to make sure it held, and smiled down at Ryder. "Comfortable?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder adjusted himself until he sit against the fabric perfectly, and he let out a happy little sigh. "Yeah. 'Cept... still so empty," he added with a little pout, getting his legs into position, so he could show himself off.

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed. "Course you are. So greedy all the time," Adam said, Standing beside Elliott and helping Ryder get his feet in the stirrups. He let his hand trail up the back of Ryder's thigh to cup his warm ass.

Elliott Gilbert

"We can fix that," Elliott laughed, and spread Ryder's legs wide as he stepped between the stirrups. "Adam, lube, Babe?" he asked, holding a hand out to him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder reached up and found straps that he could hang onto as he lifted his head to look at them both, as gorgeous as ever. "Can't help it if I get a little spoiled with you two around, taking such good care of me."

Adam Crawford

"We like spoiling you, Brat," Adam said warmly, grabbing the lube from where Elliott had left it on the sheets. With a fond smile and a kiss, he handed it over. He stepped behind Ryder to adjust the straps with careful hands at the man's shoulders. A few swift tugs, and the sling was pulled up so Ryder could watch comfortably without straining his neck. "There, that better?"

Elliott Gilbert

"And you deserve it, birthday or not," Elliott said. He opened the bottle and spread lube on his fingers, reaching down to ease Ryder open for him. "But since it is your birthday, all you need to do is lean back and enjoy." He added a second finger slowly, watching Ryder's eyes for signs that he was doing well. "That's it. So beautiful."

Ryder Lynn

"Perfect," Ryder sighed in response to both of them. He reached back and found Adam's hand, guiding his arm down around him, so he could feel him there as Elliott stretched him open. It was a different feeling, hanging in the air like this, and Ryder was eager to see what it would feel like once they really got moving. "More. Please."

Adam Crawford

With a warm chuckle, Adam leaned down and pressed kisses to Ryder's face and neck as he wrapped both arms around him from behind. His fingertips teased up Ryder's ribs, dancing over his nipples playfully. "More of what, though?" he purred, hands flitting back down and over Ryder's hips, never staying in any one place quite long enough.

Elliott Gilbert

"More of this?" Elliott teased, spreading his fingers inside of Ryder. He already seemed so ready, and Elliott wanted so badly to slide in and fill him up, just the way that Ryder wanted him to. He added a third finger, just to make sure he was prepared well enough. "How's this feel, babe? Tell me what you want."

Ryder Lynn

"Everything," Ryder told them both. His hands ran up and down Adam's arms possessively. His body wanted to push down against Elliott's fingers, but he had nothing to push off of, so he just whined instead. "I want you to fuck me, I wanna be so full I can't breathe."

Adam Crawford

"God, you're gorgeous..." Adam sighed, dragging his fingernails up Ryder's sides. "But no holding your breath. Want to hear you scream nice. And. Loud." Adam's voice dropped to a low growl as he leaned in even closer, sucking and biting at Ryder's shoulders.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah, it looks like you're ready," Elliott said, and withdrew his fingers, only to guide his cock in immediately after. He didn't want Ryder to be empty for very long, and not just because he knew he'd whine. He wanted to fill him up, wanted to give him everything he desired.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder did just as Adam had asked too, screaming with pleasure as Elliott filled him so perfectly. "God... my boys," he moaned, clutching at Adam's arm and trying to reach out for Elliott's as well. "Fuck me hard, Ell."

Adam Crawford

"Yes. Do it." Adam panted, moving to another spot, a dark bruise left on Ryder's skin. "Pound him hard and fill him up. Gonna fill you up all night, Ryder. Until your greedy little hole is filthy with it."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott didn't need to be told twice. He settled Ryder's ankles on his shoulders and thrust forward, hard, the swing moving along with the motion. "Hold him for me," he requested of Adam, but he kept his eyes focused squarely on Ryder. "Gonna fuck you so good, Babe."

Ryder Lynn

It was everything Ryder could've dreamed of, to be honest. He was being held so perfectly by one boyfriend while being fucked into oblivion by the other one. And then he'd get to do it all over again the other way, be as connected to both of them as he could be. It was so perfect. "Fuck... fuck, feels so good," he purred, laying his head back on Adam's shoulder.

Adam Crawford

"Looks so good too," Adam grunted, loving the way Elliott's thrusts pushed against him. The way he had to brace against the floor, and he could still feel the force through his entire body. With a hungry moan, Adam turned his head, biting into the meat of Ryder's shoulder.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott thrust hard and fast, as deep as he could with the swing working against him. Adam held Ryder in place, though, his hands roaming over Ryder's body, and Elliott couldn't help loving the sight of that too. Just knowing that Ryder was getting so much pleasure, and from both of them. "Let- let him suck your fingers, Adam," he suggested. "Just wanna see his pretty lips around something."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder opened his mouth readily, stretching his head forward again until he met Adam's fingers. He loved every minute of this, but he loved knowing his boyfriends were enjoying it just as much. He sucked greedily at Adam's fingers, letting his tongue slide gently between them.

Adam Crawford

"Fuck-" Adam breathed, his hips bucking against the air and the uncomfortable restriction of his panties. He stumbled back as it offset his balance just in time for a particularly hard thrust from Elliott. "Shit, sorry," he gasped. "He's so hot... Can't wait for my turn..." Adam purred, sucking wet kisses over Ryder's jaw up to his ear where he nibbled gently.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah-- just-- like that. You're so damn tight, Ry," Elliott praised. "Tight and hot and so fucking good." He caught Ryder on the upswing and braced his hands on his hips, more pulling Ryder onto his cock by now.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed and moaned around Adam's fingers, unable to form actual words with the appendages between his lips. He wanted them to know how good he felt though, making every noise he possibly could while his body sang with pleasure.

Adam Crawford

"Fuck... You gonna come?" Adam asked, panting heavily as he stared down Ryder's chest to his dripping cock and Elliott pounding away at him. "You're so hot... both of you... so hot..." Adam's fingers dragged up Ryder's torso, centering in on one of his nipples to pinch and pull, anything to bring their brat more pleasure.

Elliott Gilbert

"Wanna see you come, Ry," Elliott said, breathless and eager. He dug his nails into Ryder's hips as he pulled himself in hard and deep. "C'mon. Bet you can come without- even being touched." It was pretty likely, given the state of Ryder's cock at that point.

Ryder Lynn

Part of Ryder really wanted to hang on though; although, he was unsure how long he could. "Want... want you both," he got out, his voice cracking from the intensity of everything he was feeling. "Not yet."

Adam Crawford

"You're sure?" Adam asked a bit hesitantly, wet fingers smoothing over Ryder's chest, ready to grab his cock for him if Ryder even so much as hinted that he wanted it. "There will be plenty of chances tonight. It's still early."

Elliott Gilbert

"Can you feed him your cock?" Elliott asked Adam, glancing up to him. He could last a little longer, personally, but he wanted Ryder to feel as full as he needed. With more than just Adam's fingers. "C'mon, Ry, you can take both of us, yeah?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded eagerly. "Yes, please. Want both of you so bad." He gripped tightly at the straps in front of him and lifted up, so Adam could adjust whatever he needed to. He smiled at Elliott, looking up at him through damp bangs.

Adam Crawford

Fumbling quickly, Adam pulled and adjusted the straps level and straightened to help Ryder lie back until he was swinging between them, suspended and laid out like the sexiest entree ever imagined. "Fuck... that's so hot, Ryder..." Adam tucked the clinging, blue fabric of his panties beneath his nuts and cupped the back of Ryder's head, helping him stretch out; then, Adam directed his own, throbbing cock into Ryder's waiting mouth.

Elliott Gilbert

"So fucking hot," Elliott agreed. He wanted to capture this moment for posterity, but more importantly than that, of course, was getting Ryder off. Elliott cupped Ryder's ass in his hands, moving deep and fast inside him. Elliott bit his own lip to keep from shuddering, already feeling that he personally wasn't going to last much longer either. "C'mon, babe. Come for us."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder opened his mouth wide and took in all of Adam that he could. He knew he couldn't last much longer, he just wanted to feel both of them inside him when he did. He sucked at Adam hard, desperate to help him at least catch up a bit, but Elliott's touch was so overwhelming. He just couldn't hold on anymore. His whole body shuddered in the swing as he came, careful not to hurt Adam as he did.

Adam Crawford

"Oh-!" Adam gasped, staring at where Ryder's cock overflowed across his abs. "Fuck... Ryder..." He grit his teeth and held tightly to Ryder's shoulders to resist the urge to fuck into Ryder's throat. From this angle, he was more likely to just hurt both of them, and he had slightly different plans besides.

Elliott Gilbert

"God --" Elliott said, but his breath cut him off; he sighed and shuddered, groaning as he dug his nails in tight and buried himself deeply in Ryder's amazing ass. He came wordlessly, with wild sounds and moans, heat and sharp, sweet pleasure flooding every cell of his body. Ryder was so perfect. So incredible. So theirs.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just held on tightly as he rode it all out. He wanted to keep sucking at Adam's perfect cock, but he knew he needed to breathe. He slid off with a wet pop and let his head hang back as he memorized the feel of the heat filling him up. His sweet Elliott making him his own. "Fuck... "

Adam Crawford

"Oh my god-..." Adam murmured, stricken with lust at the sight in front of him. Of both his boyfriends. "Fuck... Can I-? I mean... I'd... really like to fuck him now. Please?" Adam asked, breathless and desperate.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott looked up, with blown pupils and slack lips. "Yeah," he said, nodding slowly, a little smile on his face. "Wanna watch you fuck him. Come inside him, too." The smile turned into a grin as he pulled out, and swapped positions with Adam, bracing his lazy hands on Ryder's shoulders.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was still lost in a haze, but he knew he was about to filled up again. He rested his head against Elliott and wrapped tight fingers around the straps as Adam pressed into his sensitive hole. "Oh fuck," he breathed out.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah... Yeah- Oh, God..." Adam whined, staring avidly at the sloppy, cum-fucked hole as he slowly, so slowly pressed his way inside. Cheeks flushing with pleasure and want as he finally looked up to see his boyfriends' faces across from him.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott praised, hanging onto Ryder's shoulders. Adam had left such beautiful marks on his skin, fingerprints and bite marks alike that showed just how well-fucked Ryder was, and it was only their first round. "Both so gorgeous. Fuck, this is hot."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chuckled, his voice already rough from all the noises he'd made. His hand came up and around to wrap around to the back of Elliott's neck. "You're telling me..." he said breathlessly. "C'mon, Adam. Fuck me as hard as you need to."

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded mutely, a dazed, open-mouthed smile on his face as his hips shuddered and picked up speed. Like a locomotive building to a roar, Adam worked his hips faster and faster, pulling Ryder with the swing to meet his hips, slapping against the backs of Ryder's thighs with a punishing force, too hard and mindless to spare a thought for the welts Elliott had left there before.

Elliott Gilbert

When Elliott wasn't the one fucking Ryder, he could focus on the sound of it that much more. It was indecent, and he loved it. Every second of it. "Fuck, fuck yes," he chanted, impressed and still utterly taken with both of them. "Fill him up, babe. Fill him so full he can't even hold both of our loads."

Ryder Lynn

All Ryder could do anymore was hang on and let himself be fucked. He didn't have the energy to give much back, but he smiled up at Adam, letting him know he was loving every minute of it. "Fill me up," he breathed in agreement with Elliott. "Show me I belong to my boys."

Adam Crawford

"Oohh-- I will, Ryder. I will." Adam grunted and moaned, griping at Ryder's hips and pulling him back. The straps holding Ryder up shook and clicked with the force, but held. Held him and rocked him back onto Adam's cock. "Fuck... so fucking hot... Both of you... I'mm... oh, fuckk.."

Elliott Gilbert

"You two look so hot," Elliott offered, and turned his eyes down to watch Ryder's face. It was clear that he loved every second of this, and Elliott didn't blame him. "You close, babe? C'mon, he's so greedy. He can't wait for it."

Ryder Lynn

"Wanna-- wanna feel you," Ryder stuttered out, finding Elliott's hand and hanging onto it tightly. His body was starting to ache and he needed the added strength. "Fill me up. Wanna feel it."

Adam Crawford

"Yeah-?" Adam asked, face flushed and grimacing with pleasure, eyes barely open as he stared down at Ryder. All three of them covered in sweat and cum. "I'm going- going- fuckk..." With a drawn-out keen, Adam plunged into Ryder's gut and came, filled him to bursting until it trickled down Adam's thighs from the force.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's smile grew as he watched; it was obvious when Adam climaxed, and like always, Elliott thought he looked incredible. And of course Ryder, spread out between them, hanging in the swing, looked as debauched as Elliott had ever seen him. "Just like that," he crooned with approval.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder finally let his body go limp, his limbs hanging down between the straps of the swing, his head lolling back with exhaustion. "I can't... feel anything below my neck," he decided with a soft chuckle. "Could someone... help me out of this thing? Please?"

Adam Crawford

"Yeah. Yeah, of course." Adam shivered, his whole body one giant bundle of nerves. He managed to pull away just enough to help Ryder slide out of the swing, though they were both leaning fairly heavily against Elliott as they all stumbled into the bed. "Fuck, Ryder... That was... amazing."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed as they fell back; he couldn't actually hold both his boyfriends up for very long. It didn't seem to matter much, though, since they'd all collapsed in a tangle of sweat-soaked limbs. He kept pressing kisses to Ryder's face, and wound a long arm around him. "Happy birthday," he said softly, still smiling.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was still remembering how to breathe, but he smiled softly, reaching out blindly until he felt familiar skin beneath each hand. "Happy birthday... to me," he chuckled breathlessly. "Best one ever."

Adam Crawford

Cuddling into Ryder's other side, Adam pressed his face against the skin there. "It was. It has been..." Adam sighed happily, pressing a slow kiss to Ryder's shoulder. "And I love you. Both of you."

Elliott Gilbert

"I love both of you, too," Elliott said slowly. "And I don't know about you guys, but I need a break after that. A nice break, right here. Without moving." He suspected that Ryder needed one even more than he did, after all of that.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's smile spread as the words settled into him. Hearing them from both of his perfect boyfriends was probably the best present out of all of them. "I love you both too. So much," he whispered, letting himself sink into the bed comfortably. "A cuddle break sounds perfect."

Adam Crawford

"Hmm, but then more sex?" Adam asked eagerly, if a bit slurred as he started to drift, sated and warm; brain full of endorphins and happiness.

Elliott Gilbert

"Absolutely," Elliott agreed. Sex was great. And on a night that they were all here together, he wanted it with both of them. When they all woke up again.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just hummed his agreement and tried to cuddle closer to both of them at once. "Nap first. Sex later." It was a perfect plan.  

[polyadamory-blog]

Ryder Has a Plan || Rylliam

Tagged: Adam Crawford, Elliott Gilbert, and Ryder Lynn

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Mid-Afternoon; Monday, August 18th

Summary: While unpacking, Ryder decides to set up a little fun for him and his boys to get up to. The predictable happens. :3

Warnings: Orgasm delay/denial, Bdsm (minor), Bondage (minor), Limits

Ryder took advantage of Adam and Elliott's distraction with unpacking and drug one of the kitchen chairs into the guest room, leaving it sat facing the foot of the bed. He left what he needed sitting on the chair and slipped his shirt off, determined to really get their attention. He walked out into the living room --or sauntered really-- with dark eyes, and a secretive smile. "Oh boys~, anyone interested in a little break from all the work?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott glanced up and blinked for a moment, just taking in the beautiful sight before him. It was clear what Ryder wanted, and Elliott certainly wasn't about to deny him the pleasure. "I know I am," he said with a smile, then nudged Adam gently. "Babe. You want a break?"

Adam Crawford

"Hm?" Adam asked, finishing dusting off the book he was holding before glancing over. "Oh, um... What? Are we taking a break?" He blinked. "I can go for a break. Breaks are good."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just grinned and held up a finger, beckoning them towards him. "I thought we could take this break in the bedroom," he said before turning around and heading back in. He stood before the chair and let two handcuffs drop promisingly from his hands as the other two followed him in, the synched loops hanging loosely from his wrists.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott took his shirt off on the way to the bedroom, and let it fall to the floor in the hallway. Though, once inside, he noticed the setup and tilted his head in curiosity. "Babe?" He looked over to Adam. "Did you know anything about this?"

Adam Crawford

"I have no idea." Adam shook his head, looking eagerly from the cuffs in Ryder's hands to his boyfriend's face. "When did we get handcuffs? I don't remember those."

Ryder Lynn

"What? I can't shop?" Ryder teased as he walked over to stand in front of his boyfriends. "I know you wanted to do something a little more... special, than just whatever happens in the moment, so I planned a little something for us. If you two don't mind..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott licked his lips and nodded. Just the idea of Ryder being a little more restrained than usual was turning him on. "I know I don't," he said, and continued shedding clothes. He kicked his jeans and underwear into the corner behind himself, then slid a hand into Ryder's hair, up the back of his scalp, and claimed his mouth with a fierce kiss.

Adam Crawford

"No complaints from me either," Adam breathed, hurrying to catch up as he watched hungrily. He'd never get tired of watching his boys together. Seeing them hot and bothered, knowing he'd shortly be in there with them, it sent a charge of lust through his dick.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled into Elliott's kiss, dragging his fingers along Elliott's abdomen. He pulled back and looked at them both, loving the hungry look in their eyes. "Good," he muttered as he slowly undid the handcuffs from his wrists. "Because these are for you two."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott blinked down at the cuffs, and looked back up into Ryder's eyes. "For us to wear?" he asked, just making sure that he had the right idea. He didn't mind either way, really, whether they were wearing them or Ryder was. It was bound to be fun no matter what.

Adam Crawford

Nearly tripping over his own feet as he finally got the last of his clothes off, Adam stepped into Elliott and Ryder's space, placing a hand each on their asses. "I think he's intending to wear them himself, but I don't mind one whit. Whatever you have planned, it sounds exciting."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder bit his lip as he looked up into Adam's eyes. He went up on his toes slightly, so he could be closer to their faces. "Stop thinking so much," he murmured with a little smirk. He leaned in and sucked gently at the spot where Adam's neck met his collarbone for a moment and then whispered against his ear. "Go lay on the bed," he instructed, before turning back to Elliott and taking his hand. Ryder led him over to the chair and guided him down, into it.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott did as requested and sank into the chair without taking his eyes off of Ryder. It was rare that Ryder took control of a situation, and Elliott wanted him to feel safe, wanted to reassure him that everything he was doing was just fine. "Just tell me what you want me to do," he said softly.

Adam Crawford

Lying back on the bed, Adam couldn't see what they were up to, and his curiosity promptly got the best of him. "What are you planning, Brat?" he asked eagerly, kneeling up and clamoring a little closer to the end where Ryder was standing between the chair and the bed.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder glanced over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. He knew he'd have trouble getting Adam to listen, but that's what the handcuffs were for. He smiled back at Elliott sweetly. "I just want you to watch me for now, okay? You're both gonna watch me." He went around to the back of the chair and brought Elliott's hands behind it, cuffing them together gently.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott let Ryder cuff him, and sat with his knees apart. He watched Ryder do as he pleased, keeping his eyes fixed on him. He didn't know what exactly Ryder's plan was, but he also didn't care; he wanted to see where all this was going to go.

Ryder Lynn

Finished with Elliott, Ryder grabbed the other pair and gave Adam a stern look. "You... back against the headboard. If you want, you can sit up to see." He waited for Adam to oblige before he worked out a way for his hands to be cuffed to the bed as well.

Adam Crawford

Adam was similarly excited and curious. He sat against the headboard and tucked his hands behind his back, so Ryder could slip the cuffs into place between the slats. "Oh, where's the key?" He asked, suddenly. He leaned to one side as if he could spot one taped to Ryder's back.

Ryder Lynn

"It's in my pocket, relax," Ryder assured Adam, running soothing fingers through Adam's hair and massaging his scalp gently. He stopped after a moment and pulled the key out to show him. "I'm gonna set it right here on the nightstand, so I can get naked for you both." He laid it down and rid himself of the rest of his clothes, grabbing the lube out of the drawer and stretching out along the foot of the bed in between them both. "You boys like to get nice and worked up, right? So hard you're begging for it?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Kinda hard to do without my hands, babe," Elliott laughed, tugging at his restraint playfully. "But... something tells me you're gonna make sure that I don't need 'em, aren't you?"

Adam Crawford

"Speak for yourself," Adam laughed, tugging at his own cuffs and squirming place. "I don't know about you, but I... Fuck, Ryder. This is so hot. So, so hot..." Adam swallowed thickly, licking his lips as he leered at his boyfriend lounging across the foot of the bed.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled over at Adam then reached out to run a hand over Elliott's thigh. "I'll do all the work, Babe. Just watch me, and I think you'll be feeling plenty," he promised. He grabbed a pillow to prop up his upper half and relaxed into the mattress, taking a slow breath. He wasn't really used to all this control, and it had him shaking just a little bit, but he wanted so badly to be good for his boys. His fingers skimmed gently over his own body, down his chest and his abs and back up again, teasing over his own nipples. Ryder bit at his lip and glanced back and forth between Adam and Elliott as they watched him.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott watched with rapt attention, focusing on the way that Ryder liked to pleasure himself and trying to file the information away for future reference. Ryder's touch looked soft and delicate, but also like a precursor to the show that was just around the corner. "Tell us how you're feeling," he encouraged.

Adam Crawford

"Yes, please Ryder," Adam gasped, too distracted by his own lust to consciously make note of any observations. Ryder putting on the show at all was too hot for his sex-addled brain to handle. "Tell us. You look so good."

Ryder Lynn

"Mmm... thinking about... how good your hands feel on me," Ryder told them both as his own started to trail lower again. "Your mouths. God, my skin's so warm, wants to be touched. My cock wants to be touched. Should I?" His fingertips teased just above his now hard cock, looking to each of them again.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott said eagerly. Ryder was so quick to get hard, but then -- he was the youngest of them, and it wasn't like Elliott wasn't interested; in fact, the complete opposite was true. "Touch yourself for us, Ry."

Adam Crawford

"Please do," Adam begged, already straining at his cuffs, trying to get closer. If he stretched his legs out, he could almost reach Ryder's side. He wanted so badly to touch. "Want to see you so badly. Touch yourself, Ryder."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a puff of air, reveling in every reaction he got out of them. This was exactly what he wanted, just what he wanted to give them. He wrapped his hand carefully around his cock and stroked it slowly, licking his lips. "Fuck... feels good. Makes me want you both even more. How's it look, hmm?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Gorgeous," Elliott breathed. He wanted to touch himself too, or reach out and touch Ryder, but he was stuck in the chair. "You look so incredible, Babe. So fucking sexy."

Adam Crawford

Adam just whined, toes curling against the bed as he collapsed back. The metal bars of the headboard almost chilled where they pressed into his heated skin. "Fuck, Ryder. Want you so badly. Want- want to see you fuck your fist, pump that beautiful cock of yours," Adam groaned as his own cock throbbed between his spread thighs, and he watched.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder did as asked, thrusting his hips up, so his cock slid through his fist again and again. It did feel amazing, but he knew he wasn't done yet; and God, he wanted more. "I feel so empty though," he whined. "Don't like that one bit."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott nodded towards the drawer beside the bed, where he knew they already kept the lube --it was important enough to get unpacked early in the process. "I know how you could fix that," he added. "Open yourself up and come over here. Adam, how'd you like that? Wanna watch him ride my dick? Facing you?"

Adam Crawford

Adam moaned, head tipping back. "Oh, God, uhn- Yeah, yeah." He nodded limply, weakly pushing himself upright again. "I'd like that. Like that a lot. Please, Ryder?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder loved the way that his boys caught on -- or simply thought like he did, either one was good for him. He grabbed the lube and got on his hands and knees between them, so they could watch again. He spread his legs apart and slicked his fingers, gently pressing inside his own tight hole. Ryder hissed in pleasure, his eyes falling closed. "Fuck, that feels good. Can't wait to have that huge cock inside me."

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott agreed. "Get yourself ready and just- and come over here. Wanna get inside you. Feel you riding me hard; let him watch..." It was about all he could really think of to say, since the blood supply to his brain wasn't what it usually was. "God, you're sexy."

Adam Crawford

"Sso sexy," Adam stuttered in agreement, chest heaving. Dark red flush in his cheeks and down his neck making the faded hickeys and bites stand out like livid bruises against his skin. "So bloody hard right now. Want to watch you, Ryder. Want to watch you come- make Elliott scream...."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked over Adam from head to toe, and he couldn't help feeling a little proud of himself, knowing he made Adam need like that. He added another finger and stretched himself open as quickly as he safely could without too much pain. "God... need a cock in me so fucking bad. Need you, Ell." Another finger and a few more moments of heavy breathing before he got up and hovered over Elliott's lap. Ryder pressed his ass back against Elliott's cock and brought a hand behind him to slick it with lube, glancing over his shoulder. "You want me?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott groaned wantonly, and his shoulders shifted as he tugged at his cuffs. "Want you so fucking bad," he breathed, the words coming out of his mouth in a rush. "Please, Ry. Please."

Adam Crawford

"Do it. Oh, dear God, please do it." Adam scrambled in place, shuffling his feet under him until he was able to kneel up and lean forward against his restrains. Still bound, but wanting desperately to be as close as possible, to see as every last inch of Elliott's cock filled Ryder up.

Ryder Lynn

"Such eager boys," Ryder praised. He lined himself up and sunk down slowly, taking in deep, steady breaths. "Fuck, babe. Fill me up so good." He leaned his head back against Elliott's shoulder, exposing his neck as he took a moment to let himself adjust to the stretch.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott gasped loudly, and his breath left him in a shuddering groan. He wasn't actually used to giving up control like this, but now that he was here --now that they were here-- he loved it. He loved Ryder. And Adam. So, so very much. "God, you feel so fucking good," he praised. He just wished he could touch Ryder in return.

Adam Crawford

"Kiss him," Adam said, shuddering. He was pulling so hard against the cuffs, he'd be at risk of dislocating something soon if he weren't careful. "Bite him, mark him- I don't care, just- Elliott, use your mouth. Please..."

Ryder Lynn

God, Ryder loved every bit of this. He began to rock his hips a little, causing just a tiny bit of delicious friction. His hands came up to tangle in Elliot's hair and tilt his head. The angle was still awkward, but he wanted his kisses so badly, so he stretched back and made it happen, as sloppy as it was.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott wanted to kiss Ryder, too, and Ryder was doing what he could to make it happen. Stretching his head up, he met Ryder's mouth, and it was a little sloppy, but Elliott kissed back all the same. He opened his mouth, licking Ryder's lips open, the kiss turning heated and desperate, like it was his only outlet to really touch Ryder just then. Even with his cock buried deep inside, surrounded by heat. Yeah... despite his usual stamina, Elliott wasn't going to last long.

Adam Crawford

Adam panted open mouthed as he stared, his cock bobbing and drooling precum across the sheets. He ached with lust. So hard he could barely see straight. His focus tunneling in to Elliott and Ryder and what they were doing to each other. The heat in his face, the smell of sex. He wanted. Wanted all of it.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed against Elliott's mouth in pleasure, his skin beginning to tingle with the anticipation of an oncoming release. He started to ride Elliott's cock a little harder, lifting his hips up and letting them sink back down again and again. He let his head fall back and whispered against his ear. "I love you, so much." Ryder's hand came down to wrap around himself again, stroking up and down as his hips did the same.

Elliott Gilbert

"Oh-- oh, fuck, Ry--" Elliott gasped, his head tilting back. He righted himself as best he could though, wanting to see as much of this moment as he could. He tried to look over Ryder's shoulder and watch Adam, but he could catch only glimpses, since he was so focused on the myriad sensations of Ryder's body and breath and skin. "Ryder, you're-- fuck. Yes, yes-- God." He shut himself up by biting into Ryder's shoulder, scraping teeth over sweat-damp skin.

Adam Crawford

"Oh- Guh, Yess-" Adam hissed, shuddering as he stretched himself forward, reaching. They were much too far away, but Adam was mindless, wanting and desperate. He watched, and his hips rocked against the air, dripping sweat and precome.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was feeling so many things all at once. The slight pain of Elliott's teeth turned to pleasure as it shot through him, reminding him just what he was doing to the man. The sight of Adam made it quite clear how much he was enjoying it. Ryder moaned as he pumped his cock, hips still rocking up and down. "Fuck, Adam, he feels so good inside me. I'm so fucking full. So... close, god."

Elliott Gilbert

"I'm-- yeah, me too," Elliott said. He tried not to tug at his cuffs; but God, he wanted to touch Ryder in return. He wanted to grab his hips and pound into him, wanted to press him down on the bed and slide a hand into his hair, wanted to guide Ryder's hot mouth down on Adam's waiting cock. He squirmed a little in his chair, hips stuttering under Ryder's movements, fucking up into him as best he could under the circumstances. "Ry- Ry, fuck, yes--" He bit down on his shoulder again, harder than before, sucking sharply in an effort to muffle the groan on his lips as he came hard inside him.

Adam Crawford

"Oh- Fuck." Adam shook, still watching, still hard, still so close, but too far to reach, to touch. "I want- Ryder, Elliott. Pleeasse." Adam hung, suspended against the cuffs and rutting against the air, unable to stop his muscles from clenching, his hips pumping forward into nothing.

Ryder Lynn

It was an incredible thing to watch. Ryder wasn't sure if that made him a hypocrite or not; but God, Adam was beautiful. The added heat of Elliott coming inside him was more than enough to push him over the edge. He called out loudly, just nonsensical noises, as he spilled over his own hand and then melted back against Elliott.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott was only dimly aware of the sounds coming from the bed, since he was still so focused on Ryder and the heat of the aftermath between them. He tried to catch his breath, feeling heavy-limbed and blissful, and pressed kisses into the skin in front of him. "So good. How's Adam?" he murmured.

Adam Crawford

A low, keening whine flowed from Adam's lips in a broken response as he collapsed to one side, pressing his face into the mattress as he trembled. Arms awkwardly pulled behind him --cock heavy, red and sticking straight up-- Adam's eyes still pinned to Ryder and Elliott, only half-seeing them from where he'd slumped.

Ryder Lynn

"I think he died," Ryder muttered, blinking heavily lidded eyes and using all the energy he had left to lift his head and check on his other boyfriend. "Adam, babe? You need me? Want me to make you come?" He carefully got to his feet, mostly just falling forward onto the bed and crawling towards Adam. "You gonna watch, Ell?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah," Elliott replied, nodding. He was sure that Adam wasn't actually dead; if anything he was likely just seeking whatever friction he could find. Elliott would have done the same thing if he'd had to watch first. "Yeah, I wanna see you get him off."

Adam Crawford

"N-nno," Adam gasped, eyes glassy and distant as he stared up at Ryder, shaking his head in short, fractured motions. "To- too much. Hurts. Ry." Adam pressed his face into the bed and bit down hard with a low groan. "I can't- just... wait-" Adam whimpered, his muscles continuing to clench and shudder with the beat of his heart.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was a little torn in that moment, slightly proud that he'd proven his point about why he didn't like being left waiting like this, but also really guilty that Adam was in pain. Plus the big doof probably didn't even get the point anyway, bless him. He reached out and laid a hand on Adam's head, petting him gently. "You alright, babe?"

Elliott Gilbert

Concern flashed in Elliott's eyes as soon as he realized what was going on. He'd been there before, himself, though fortunately never in this particular relationship. "S'okay," he murmured, trying to reassure Adam. "Just go slow, Ry. Pull him back. Kiss him softly, only touch him above the waist for now."

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded, sweating and flushed and feeling like he'd never been so perfect in his life. "Feel amazing," He managed to gasp. The dry palms of his feet shuffled frictionlessly against the sheets as he tried to get comfortable. "So close, Ry..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder helped Adam get himself back on his ass properly so he could lean back. "Here, hang on," he whispered, leaning over to grab the key for the handcuffs. He unlocked Adam quickly and pressed a kiss to his temple before he hurried over to free Elliott as well so he would have some help.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott let out a long, low hum as soon as his hands were free, and he rubbed his wrists, as if making sure they were alright. "Thanks, Ry," he said, and looked up to the bed, where Adam was starting to sag a little bit again. "Need help, or still just want me to watch?"

Adam Crawford

He did his best to stay upright, but within moments, Adam had listed and collapsed to the other side, pushing gracelessly with his hands and feet, as if trying to get out from under the oppressive weight of his own cock. "So hard..." He whined, arching his neck to watch Ryder and Elliott. "Kiss him...?" He asked, pleadingly.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chewed at his lip as he looked over at Adam and then took Elliott's hand. "Come with," he requested, leading him over to the bed. He wanted to give Adam what he wanted, even if he was getting a little worried. He gave him a little smile before he leaned in and kissed Elliott's lips gently.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott accepted the soft kiss, and raised a hand to Ryder's cheek. God, he was glad that he could finally touch him. He turned his head and glanced at Adam, watching for signs that he really was alright. "Join us?" he asked hopefully.

Adam Crawford

Adam nodded clumsily, pushing up onto shaking limbs and all but falling into both their arms. With a sharp gasp, Adam clung to them, biting and sucking at anything and everything he could get his mouth on, jaw, neck, shoulder, ear. All of it.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder wrapped his arms around Adam's shoulders and drew him in, running fingers through his hair. He pressed kisses all over his face, his lips and his eyelids and his forehead. He held him close and looked to Elliott, not entirely sure what he should do. He didn't mean to break his boyfriend.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott nodded at Ryder and reached up to touch his shoulder reassuringly. "He's fine," he murmured, smiling down at Adam. He raised his other hand to Adam's face and dropped a kiss on his forehead, too, following Ryder's. "Well... he needs to come, but we can help with that. Just-- gently. Right?" He smoothed a palm over Adam's thigh, careful not to go too high.

Adam Crawford

Adam jerked, teeth clenched as a bolt of pleasure shot up his spine. "Oh, fuck yes... Elliott." Adam gasped for air, face pressed into Elliott's shoulder now. "So hot- so close- I... think I could-" Adam moaned, clenching his eyes shut as he tried to remember how words worked. "Without- hands. Thing... So good."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder drew his hands back when Adam went to Elliott. He was probably better equipped to handle this anyway. He returned Elliott's nod and sat back against this heels, rubbing at his own thighs nervously.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott looked over at Ryder and motioned for him to join them, again. "Your turn," he stated with a grin. "C'mon, this is your plan, Ry. I'm just helping."

Adam Crawford

"Yes," Adam insisted, pawing at Ryder's shoulder until he'd forcibly tugged the other man close again. "M'fine," he panted. "S'good. So good, Ry..."Adam buried his face into Ryder's neck, holding Elliott close against his other side as he nuzzled happily.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder quirked his mouth to the side and brought his hand up to pet at Adam's hair again. At least he knew he liked that. "It is?" he asked curiously. "Doesn't it hurt?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott just stayed right where he was, letting Adam nuzzle against them. He stroked his skin gently and did his best not to push too far or let his hands wander too close to Adam's flushed cock.

Adam Crawford

"Y-yess..." Adam stuttered, beginning to tremble slightly as he fought to speak, "But s'good... Good hurt. Want more..." Adam panted, clinging to Ryder and arching his head into the other man's fingers moaning at a particularly nice scritch.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder frowned at that. He was glad Adam was happy, he just couldn't really understand. He didn't care for it at all himself, but it wasn't a bad thing that they were different he supposed. "More what, babe? What can I do for you?"

Adam Crawford

"Nn-no think," Adam gasped. "Juss feel." His pants grew faster and harsher as his cock bobbed between his legs. Adam swayed back and forth between the two of them, overwhelmed and swimming in the feel of simply everything going on at once.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's brows drew together as he tried to understand. He didn't know what the hell he was supposed to do. He was afraid to do much of anything except what he was already doing. He looked over at Elliott helplessly as his heart started to thud in his chest, and he shrugged his free shoulder.

Elliott Gilbert

"Go ahead and touch him," Elliott suggested, looking from Ryder's hand to Adam's cock. God it was gorgeous -- dark and full, like it would take only the barest touch before he popped. "He wants you to. Don't you, Adam?"

Adam Crawford

"Yyuhh," Adam grunted, nodding brokenly. Fractured gasps as he grew ever closer. So close, so hard, so good. He could feel it. Right there. So close. "S'good. S'gud, s'good...."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder licked his lips and ran his hand down Adam's chest slowly. He really was gorgeous, but Ryder couldn't stop thinking about the ache it had caused him in the past. "I... I can't," he insisted. He guided Adam back against Elliott's shoulder and hopped off the bed. "You... you take care of him. I need some water."

Elliott Gilbert

"What?" Elliott asked, immediately confused. He wanted to run after Ryder and find out what on earth was wrong with him now, but he couldn't just leave Adam like this, either. He squeezed his eyes shut and collected himself, then looked up at Adam as he wound an arm around his waist. "I've gotcha," he murmured, and slid his other hand higher on Adam's thigh, creeping slowly towards his cock. He made sure his touch was neither too heavy nor too light, concerned that either extreme would be too much for him.

Adam Crawford

"Nno," Adam sighed, hand shooting out and grabbing Elliott's wrist. His eyes, once glazed over with lust were rapidly becoming sharp and focused again. "Not now. Not like this." Adam shook his head, still a bit dazed and woozy. "Go- for him? I... need catch breath."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott withdrew his arms and met Adam's eyes with his own, nodding. "Alright," he said slowly. "You're sure you're okay like this?" He had no idea what had actually happened with Ryder, but he needed to help both of them.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah. I'm good. Go," Adam insisted, pushing at Elliott's shoulder. He was still hard as a rock, but the color was slowly fading as he returned abruptly to Earth from where he'd been flying so close to orgasm. "Be right out. Promise."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott nodded, and slid off the bed. He glanced over his shoulder one more time at Adam, then headed out to find Ryder in the kitchen.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sipped at his water and leaned against the counter, hardly caring that he was still naked or that the dogs were staring at him curiously. He just had to concentrate on his breathing, had to make sure he could control it. God, he felt like such a failure.

Elliott Gilbert

"Hey," Elliott said softly, concern evident in his voice. "What happened back there?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder startled a little and set his water down. "I... I'm sorry," he got out shakily. "I tried. I wanted to give you both what you wanted... I guess I did, I just... I don't wanna hurt him. I just don't understand."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's brow furrowed and he shook his head. "Are you kidding? You were incredible in there. I've never seen you take control like that, Ry, and it was hot." He knew how much Adam liked submitting to Starchild; he was sure it would be that much more appealing when Ryder was in charge.

Ryder Lynn

"But, he's... I didn't mean to hurt him. I mean I guess... I guess I did want him to know what it felt like," Ryder admitted. "And I guess... he likes it? I just never saw him... like that." His breath started coming quickly again, and he reached for the water, closing his eyes.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott glanced over his shoulder, as though he could look through the door and down the hall into the bedroom again. "Oh, he definitely likes it," he insisted. Adam liked it a lot, as far as he could tell. "Maybe even too much. It's like we broke his brain," he laughed, teasing as he settled a hand at the small of Ryder's back and stepped in closer. "In a good way," he clarified quickly.

Adam Crawford

"But I scared you." Adam said quietly, leaning heavily against the doorjamb. A sheet draped haphazardly over his shoulder for Ryder's sake. When Adam had gotten up, his dick was no longer angry red, but it was still painfully hard. "I'm sorry. It got too intense. I promise that I was enjoying myself, but if it's too much, that's okay."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder startled again. This kitchen was really laid out for sneaking up on people. His eyes flew open as he looked up at Adam, thankfully able to stand at least. He shook his head slowly because he was so frustrated with himself. He didn't think it was okay that he couldn't be enough. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott just smiled softly, looking up at Adam. He was glad to see that he'd gotten to his feet, and was able to speak in complete sentences again. He glanced over at Ryder, too, gauging his reaction; everything seemed mostly fine. He'd mediate if he needed to, though, so he stayed right where he was, leaning against the counter.

Adam Crawford

"I am, Ryder. I'm very okay," Adam murmured as he made his way across the room, hand out to the counter for balance. "You were so amazing, but I'm sorry if it was too intense for you. We don't have to do that again if you don't want it," Adam said, wrapping the arm not holding his sheet together around Ryder's side and pulling them both in close.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder went to Adam without hesitation, wrapping his arms around his boyfriend's waist and holding him close, just to feel that he was there, solid and real and okay. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "I'm sorry I freaked out. I want so much to give you what you want."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott let himself be pulled in and slid his arms around each of his boyfriends' bodies. He hated that Adam still hadn't finished, but he was sure that they'd take care of that sooner rather than later. He kept quiet, though, and just stroked his boys' backs, in an attempt to keep them calm. He didn't need to say anything right then.

Adam Crawford

"It's okay, Ryder," Adam soothed, stroking Ryder's hair and pressing a kiss to his forehead. "You are what I want; you give me so much. I couldn't ask for anything more. I promise, you did everything right. It's okay." Adam pressed another kiss to Ryder's temple as his hand looped around Elliott's waist. All three of them, linked in a circle with Ryder in the middle.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder pressed his ear against Adam's chest and took a moment to catch his breath, listening to Adam's heart. He could still feel the hard cock pressing against his stomach through the sheet. "Can I... touch you know? Without it hurting?" he asked carefully, tilting his head up. Somehow he'd ended up with such tall boyfriends.

Elliott Gilbert

"Think we should give it a try," Elliott suggested with a gentle shrug. Things seemed to be looking better for all three of them; it was just another minor hiccup in the grand scheme of things. Soon, they wouldn't have any. He hoped they wouldn't, anyway.

Adam Crawford

"You can absolutely touch me now, Ryder. Although, we should probably move to the bedroom unless you don't mind Gary and Matilda getting an eye-full," Adam chuckled, rubbing his hand over Ryder's back soothingly. "And even before... it wasn't a 'bad' hurt just... Perhaps like your spankings? Does that not hurt? It's a different kind of hurt."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nodded slowly in understanding. "I guess, I just... I've hurt like... that before," he said, gesturing to the bedroom. "And I just... really didn't like it. But I guess everybody's different. It was just hard for me to deal with. I really am sorry." He leaned to the side and saw the dogs still staring at them curiously, probably wondering what kind of house they'd been brought into. He smiled softly and slipped his hand into Adam's, the other into Elliott's. "C'mon."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott accepted Ryder's hand and followed along into the bedroom, where he sat on the bed, pretty much exactly where he'd been seated before. "So where do you want us?" he asked Ryder. This was still his plan, after all.

Adam Crawford

Adam fought back a gasp at the thought of ceding control to Ryder all over again. He didn't want to startle him. Again. "We are yours to command," he said, pushing the door shut before Matilda could follow them in.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder opened and closed his mouth, suddenly unsure of himself. He'd thought everything out in such detail, but now things had gone off track, and he couldn't help feeling a little afraid of what might happen. He was the one advocating for spontaneity though, so he could do this. He crawled into the bed, leaving room for Adam between Elliott and himself. "Just c'mere," he requested, holding a hand out to his boyfriend.

Elliott Gilbert

"Ooh, letting Adam have middles?" Elliot teased, scooting back to give Adam the extra space. Ryder rarely ceded the spot, though it wasn't completely unheard of. Elliott was actually kind of proud of him tonight --for everything, really-- but there was something else they needed to take care of first.

Adam Crawford

"That sounds lovely." Adam smiled, dropping his sheet and joining the other two on the bed. His cock bobbing jauntily up at them, still hard and ready for action. Though Adam was no longer on the verge of mindless ecstasy, he was still more than anxious to get going as he cupped Ryder's cheek warmly. "And what would you have me do?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder turned his head and pressed a kiss to the palm of Adam's hand. "Just let me take care of you," he whispered softly before he moved down his body. He pressed his lips to Adam's stomach, letting his tongue peek out as he moved over his hips.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott watched, backing off just a little bit. Ryder was so... astonishing, really, when he was able to take charge like this. He'd always hoped Ryder had it in him. Elliott raised a hand to Adam's cheek, tilting his head towards himself, then leaned in to kiss him softly.

Adam Crawford

But Adam wanted none of that. He wanted hard and fast and rough. He arched back and dragged his hand through Elliott's hair, pulling the other man forward into a wetly sloppy kiss, lost in the sensation as his other hand tangled in Ryder's hair, maintaining a connection with both of them.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder felt the gentle tug and he glanced up at the way Adam took Elliott's kiss. Part of him wanted to go slow and drag the pleasure from Adam, but he could see what Adam was craving. He wanted nothing more than to give Adam what he wanted. He bit down on Adam's hip for a moment before he opened his mouth and took in as much of Adam's cock as he could, all at once.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott went right along with it, letting Adam kiss him hotly, and returning the kiss with equal passion and heat. He slid a hand up against the back of Adam's scalp, pulling them both closer to each other, as if even a sliver of space between them was too much.

Adam Crawford

Adam nearly screamed against Elliott's lips. His blood going from hot to molten in the space of seconds. Pleasure and lust flooding his mind as his hips shook against the urge to thrust up. Wrapped in Elliott's arms and guided under Ryder's lips and tongue. Added to everything how close he'd been for so long before their little break. It wouldn't be much longer.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder did everything he knew how to do to bring Adam the pleasure he knew he deserved. His hand worked at the base of Adam's cock where his mouth couldn't reach. His tongue slid over sensitive skin, pressing gently on all the right spots. He sucked as well as he could, letting his cheeks hollow out with the intensity of it.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott just kept kissing Adam hotly, pulling back every so often to let him breathe. His hands moved down over Adam's torso, fingers splaying over muscle and rubbing his nipples hard.

Adam Crawford

During one such break, Adam managed to choke out, "Oh, fuck. Ryd- I'm- gonna come." He dove for Elliott's mouth again, quaking shudders spreading throughout his frame as he shot towards the edge, unable to stop it, and it felt so good as he just let go.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder held tightly to Adam's hips as he swallowed around him. He wanted to taste every last drop of it, like some little reminder of everything they meant to each other. He finally pulled up, licking at his lips and watching his boyfriends still wrapped around each other.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott swallowed all of Adam's screams and finally broke away from him with a smile. He stroked Adam's hair firmly, like he could try to ease him through the rest of it. "So beautiful," he murmured happily. He stretched his other hand out to Ryder's hair and looked down at him, too. "And so hot. Both of you."

Adam Crawford

"Hnnn," Adam whimpered, slumped bonelessly against Elliott as he caught his breath. "You too. God, that- Amazing. You're amazing..." Another shudder spiraled up Adam's back, bringing a chill to his skin. "Fuck. Thank you, Ryder. And Elliot. Just- thank you."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled to himself like a little kid who'd been praised for making their bed. He snuggled into Adam's arms and pressed kisses along his shoulder, reaching out to find Elliott's hand and tangle their fingers together. "Love you both," he whispered.

Elliott Gilbert

"Love you too," Elliott said. He dropped a kiss on the top of Adam's head and squeezed Ryder's hand in his own. "I move that we stay here for a while instead of going back to unpacking right away. All in favor?"

Adam Crawford

"Aye," Adam murmured, snuggling into Elliott's chest as he wrapped both arms loosly around Ryder. "You're both so lovely and warm..."

Ryder Lynn

"Your little hibachi," Ryder muttered as he cuddled close with both of them. "And, yeah, that sounds good to me." He really could use some rest after everything anyway.  

[polyadamory-blog]

Amaretta Stone Meets the Boys || Rylliam

Tagged: Adam Crawford, Elliott Gilbert, and Ryder Lynn

Location: The Rylliam Condo

Time: Mid-Afternoon; Wednesday, August 20th

Summary: While unpacking, Adam finds a box of old costuming supplies belonging to Elliott who decides to model an older character for his boys. The predictable happens. :3

Warnings: Crossdressing, discussion of gender and minor sexuality crisis

Adam hummed to himself as he stripped open and organized the stacks of boxes. Some of them were his, a few Ryder's; but mostly, only Elliott had properly finished moving into the new home, and they just needed to unpack. Adam set aside a box of plates to be put away into the kitchen and opened the next box before he immediately stopped humming and shut 'The Box' back up without another sound.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder was in the middle of going through his clothes that he'd haphazardly thrown into suitcases. He wasn't all that big on packing; and unless things where breakable, he pretty much just tossed them into whatever would fit them. He heard Adam squeak softly though and looked up with a raised eyebrow. "You guys alright over there?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott, with his earbuds in, hadn't actually heard much from Adam's camp, but happened to catch Ryder speaking. He pulled the earbuds out and set his current box of kitchen stuff by the others. "What's going on now?" he asked.

Adam Crawford

"Nothing, nothing. I'm fine," Adam assured them, lifting The Box and bringing it over to the kitchen. "I think you should probably unpack this one though, Elliott," he said, setting it on the counter and holding it loosely shut. "It's uh... Just don't know where you'd like to put it," He said, trying to impart a 'meaningful look' Elliott's direction.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott caught the look, and stepped beside Adam to see what was in The Box. He spotted familiarly sequined fabric, ruffles, and hints of bright-purple hair, which meant this was definitely his box. And he was definitely blushing. That was dumb. "Oh! Um... yeah, that's mine," he explained.

Ryder Lynn

Interest peeked, partially because he was bored of going through clothes, Ryder followed curiously. He came up behind Adam and tried to peek around his shoulder. "What is it? What is it? Lemme see. Adam got to see."

Adam Crawford

"Adam doesn't have a certain celebration approaching that is to remain shrouded in mystery," Adam said, carefully passing the box over to Elliott while maintaining as much of a barrier between Ryder and The Box as possible.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder stepped back with an obvious pout as he looked up at his boyfriend. "I know you didn't fit a drum kit in there," he accused. "Cmon, it's only a week away!" He whined and bounced up and down on his feet like a child. That usually worked.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled and shook his head as he carried the box over to the couch and sat down. "No," he said. "This isn't for Ryder's birthday. These're just... mine." He lifted out the top item, a silver sequined mini dress with fringe along the bottom, and shook it out for his boyfriends to see. "I used to do drag shows. Um... professionally."

Adam Crawford

Adam blinked rapidly, staring at the glittery shimmer of the fabric in Elliott's hands. "Oh." He looked up at Elliott's face and blinked some more. "Okay then. Guess you don't need to hide it after all," he said, wrapping an arm around Ryder's waist, since he was still standing so closely.

Elliott Gilbert

"Ah... no, it's not really a surprise," Elliott said with a little laugh. "I thought I brought this box into our room though, so that must mean that the one that's on the top shelf of the closet is... something else." He shrugged and set the dress back in the box. "I wonder if these still fit..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes lit up, widening at the shiny material before him. He stepped away from Adam and sat down slowly beside Elliott. He reached out and ran his fingers over it in the box, taking a slow breath as the met Elliott's eyes. "Can we find out?"

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled, low and amused, stepping forward to tangle a hand into Ryder's hair. "I have to say, I wouldn't mind finding out myself," he murmured, licking his lips briefly. "Think you'd be up for modeling them for us?"

Elliott Gilbert

"I could try," Elliott said, considering the garments in the box on his lap. "I don't know if the makeup's in here, so if it's not, you won't get the full effect..." Something about the look in Ryder's eyes said that he didn't mind, though, and chances were Adam didn't care either. "Alright. I'll go try 'em on. Be back soon." He stood and took the box with him to the bedroom.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled brightly and reached up to tug on Adam's shirt and drag him down onto the couch while Elliott was gone. "This is even better than a drum kit, whether it's for my birthday or not," he decided before claiming himself a kiss while they waited.

Adam Crawford

Adam sputtered into the kiss, eventually giving up any hope of decorum and simply pulling Ryder into his lap for a prolonged make-out while they waited for Elliott to get properly dressed up. It wasn't an activity Adam minded indulging in the slightest.

Elliott Gilbert

After getting on the required undergarments, Elliott managed to wiggle back into the dress he'd selected. The cycling and walking seemed to be helping his figure; he wasn't sure that these would have actually fit had he discovered The Box even a month earlier. He decided not to go with the full face of drag makeup, instead preferring just to enhance his usual routine before donning the wig cap and vibrant purple wig. He completed the look with his silver platform boots, which Adam and Ryder had already seen, and gave him a good few inches above his normal height. When he exited the bedroom, he wasn't at all surprised to see Adam and Ryder making out on the couch. "Alright, boys," he said, pitching his voice up just barely. "What d'you think?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder pulled back from Adam enough to look over his own shoulder curiously. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes worked their way from Elliott's face all the way down his body and back up again. The way the fabric clung tightly to Elliott's body was beyond words. He tried to get some out, leaning back in an attempt to get closer. He leaned just a little too far though and fell back onto his ass on the floor, opting to just lay there and stare instead.

Adam Crawford

"I believe that roughly translates to, 'You look bloody gorgeous, Elliott,'" Adam said with a chuckle. "And I really must concur." He stood, stepping carefully around Ryder to pad over to Elliott. Barefoot, he was suddenly much shorter than those boots, and had to lean up to press a quick kiss to Elliott's lips.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott smiled into the kiss and laughed as he looked down at both of them. "So I guess you guys like it, huh?" he asked, then motioned to Ryder. "C'mon, get up, Sweetheart. No gawking up my skirt, now."

Ryder Lynn

"Aww, shucks," Ryder whined and pushed himself up off the ground. "And thanks for the help," he added sarcastically, giving Adam's arm a shove. "I feel even tinier than usual now."

Adam Crawford

"You're the same height as we are, Brat," Adam laughed, giving Ryder a playful shove of his own. "But, more to the point- you really do look beautiful, Elliott. I... kind of don't want to keep this to ourselves even," Adam said, a biting his lip a bit bashfully.

Elliott Gilbert

"You mean you wanna go out with Amaretta Stone?" Elliott teased, trailing a fingertip along Adam's jaw. "What does Ryder think about that idea?" he continued, looking to his other boyfriend with a little smirk.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder opened his mouth and glanced back at the stairs up, blinking slowly. He supposed there would be time for that later. Hopefully not too much later. "Sounds fun to me. I do like showing you off," he admitted.

Adam Crawford

Adam shivered, giving a glance of his own to the stairs. Fucked by 'Starchild' and now lunch with 'Amaretta.' "I think I'm beginning to like these alter-egos of yours. So many sides to Elliott Gilbert I've never seen." Adam gave Elliott's hand a gentle squeeze before stepping back, gathering his control.

Elliott Gilbert

"Well, you're just gonna have to start digging, honey," Elliott said, still laughing. It had been a long time since he'd put this version of himself on, but it felt just as natural as being Starchild. Or being Elliott, for that matter.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled and wormed his way in to wrap his arms around Elliott's waist. "They're all gorgeous," he told him sincerely. "But Elliott's still my favorite." He stretched up and gave his boyfriend a soft kiss, scrunching his own nose up cutely. "I have to find some shoes."

Adam Crawford

"I should too." Adam smiled. "Any preference where we go?" he asked, eyes sparkling as he turned expectantly to Elliott, differing the choice to him. "After all, it is you we'd like to take out."

Elliott Gilbert

"Are we going now?" Elliott asked, suddenly bewildered. He looked from Adam to Ryder and back, and considered that might be why Ryder was looking for shoes. "I'm not in any state to go out, and I thought we were all sweaty from moving boxes..."

Ryder Lynn

"Hey, it was his idea," Ryder insisted, waving his hand in Adam's direction. "I want to stay home and have sex with you in that. I'm just trying to go with the flow here."

Adam Crawford

"We can postpone a date for another time if you'd prefer," Adam said quickly, a light flush on his cheeks. "Sorry, I didn't mean to assume... we certainly don't have to go anywhere right now. I would like to show that outfit with the general public sometime -- and the beautiful lady inside it, for that matter. You look stunning..." Adam swallowed thickly.

Elliott Gilbert

"I'd want to get properly dressed, Sweetheart," Elliott said, cupping Adam's cheek with his palm. "This is just a bit of slapdash up here," he added as he gestured to his face in a circular motion. "And the rest of the makeup wasn't in the box. I'd want to get new supplies anyway. Everything would've been too old and crusty by now. And I'm anything but. I do like Ryder's idea though..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's eyes widened once again and a bright smile appeared on his face as he nodded eagerly. "See, I have good ideas sometimes," he said proudly, looking over to Adam hopefully. "Elliott likes my idea... I love my idea... Your thoughts?"

Adam Crawford

Adam rolled his eyes fondly, hand resting gently at the crook of Elliott's elbow. "We can go have sex, yes, but I'm holding you to that date for some other time," Adam promised, smiling just the slightest bit shyly up at Elliott.

Elliott Gilbert

"Absolutely," Elliott replied. "Some time when I can get my whole face on." There were more flourishes he'd like to do besides just the makeup --if he were going for the whole package, so to speak-- but that could all happen later, too. He pressed a kiss to Adam's lips, chaste and sweet, then offered his other hand to Ryder. "C'mon, Darling."

Ryder Lynn

"I like your face. It's a gorgeous face," Ryder offered, following along eagerly. "Gorgeous everything." He walked just enough behind Elliott to appreciate the open, smooth back to the dress and his pert backside glittering silver. "Yeah, everything."

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed as well, having to walk just a little faster to keep up with Elliott's extended stride into the bedroom. "God, you're tall..." he breathed, looking up as they came to a stop and Adam plopped down on the end of their enormous bed.

Elliott Gilbert

"There you go," Elliott said, tracing his fingertips over Adam's jaw. "Just like that. Very good." He turned and glanced at Ryder, debating what to do with him just then. "And how about you, Big Boy?" he asked, glancing over one shoulder coyly, before turning to face him more properly. He slid a hand back into Ryder's hair and pulled him in closer. "Gonna give us a kiss?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let out a slow breath, totally lost in awe as he stared up at Elliott's inviting lips. He was always stunning, but this was something special. He smiled coyly, dragging his bottom lip through his teeth as he pushed up on his toes to give Elliott what he wanted. He'd give him anything he wanted.

Adam Crawford

"Fuck- Oh, sorry. I mean..." Adam stuttered, another embarrassed chuckle on his lips. "Ah, you two are... just amazing together... Really, wow..." Adam sighed, leaning back, so he could stare up at them more comfortably.

Elliott Gilbert

"Of course we are," Elliott said, giving Adam that same sly smile before turning back to Ryder and dropping a wide hand to his ass, gripping tight. "You're definitely something special, sweetheart. C'mon... you wanna fuck me? Let's see..." He dragged his hand around to Ryder's front, palming his dick through his pants, as if testing how hard he was by now. "Oh, I know you can do better than that," he lilted, stepping in closer still, close enough to press his generous breasts to Ryder's chest.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gasped at the touch, his head falling forward to rest against Elliott's shoulder, which was now in pretty much just the right spot. "Yeah... yeah, I can," he muttered. He licked his lips as he lifted his head and met Elliott's eyes again, a bit of challenge in them. "And I will. Believe me."

Adam Crawford

"Oohh, my god..." Adam gasped, biting down on his first knuckle to keep from making too much noise and risk interrupting the fucking sexy show happening right in front of him. God, he loved his boyfriends so much, sometimes.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott, meanwhile, sat back down on the bed, tugging Ryder with him. He held a hand out to Adam and beckoned him closer. "C'mere," he invited. "Kiss us, too. You wanna fuck my tits?" He grinned wide and pushed up the bra he was wearing, showing off with a little laugh.

Ryder Lynn

With a cheeky smile, Ryder seated himself in Elliott's lap. Feet towards Adam, he claimed the spot happily. He shot a glance towards the man knelt beside them, but trusted Elliott would take good care of him, so focused instead on leaning in, sucking and biting at Elliott's neck, teeth dragging over soft skin. "So beautiful."

Adam Crawford

Adam made a strangled, yelping noise the moment Elliot made the suggestion. Head bobbing rapidly in agreement. "Y-yes. Want that, please..." Adam managed to stammer out as he crawled over to kiss Elliott's lips, a bit sloppy in his distraction, but so desperately hungry.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott slid his hand up the back of Adam's head, happy to take control of the kiss that Adam only sort of managed to connect with. "And here I thought Ryder'd be more impressed with 'em," he murmured, with a dark chuckle. He tilted his head to the side to let Ryder continue kissing down his neck; his other hand hooked around Ryder's waist possessively.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder lifted his head momentarily, just to put his two cents in. "For the record, I am very impressed with them. With all of it. With you." He smiled warmly before dipping his head back down again. His first kiss was soft and sweet before he started nibbling once again and sucking the skin between his teeth.

Adam Crawford

"I- They're..." Adam gestured a bit helplessly, huffing in exasperation that he couldn't get his words to work. "I don't know, they're just really sexy. You're really sexy, Amaretta," Adam breathed, cupping Elliott's cheek as he gazed over everything. His curves, his smooth skin, those amazing lips and that gorgeous dress with the open back that just brought it all together.

Elliott Gilbert

It was funny. When Adam actually called Elliott by the name of one of his so-called alter-egos, it was like everything changed inside him. It happened when Adam wanted Starchild, and it was happening now as Amaretta. It felt... real. "Well, that's the whole point, Darling," he said, as though that were obvious.

Adam Crawford

Adam ducked his head, embarrassed, but still smiling. "Yeah, I guess so, yeah."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder nuzzled against Elliott's neck as he felt his hips start to rock upwards without his control, looking for more. He was definitely completely hard now and he reached out for Elliott's hand, bringing it down to press against his cock. "Is this more what you were looking for?"

Adam Crawford

Adam chuckled, staring down at Elliott's hand pressing to Ryder's cock and licking his lips. "I should uh... get undressed, shouldn't I?" he asked distractedly.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yes, absolutely," Elliott agreed breathlessly and pressed a little harder. God, he loved his boys. "Both of you, strip. Show me everything you've got and how you work it."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder giggled into Elliott's shoulder. He was really trying to take this seriously, and he really did think his boyfriend looked stunning, but the thought of Adam or himself 'working it' was just another level of amusing. "Oh, nobody wants to see that," he muttered as he forced himself to his feet.

Adam Crawford

"Hey!" Adam huffed, glaring half-heartedly. "I'm quite a good dancer. I've been taking classes for months now. You saying you didn't like my little show a few weeks ago?" Adam crossed his arms grumpily, sitting back with a pout that was just a little too genuine.

Elliott Gilbert

"You don't have to dance," Elliott said, "but you do need to take these pesky clothes off. C'mon. Off. Both of you." He deftly undid Adam's fly --since Ryder seemed to be more or less started on his own-- and slid his hand in, groping at Adam eagerly.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chuckled again as he pulled his shirt up over his head. At least Adam had been properly schooled. He wound his hips around and stuck his ass out just enough to show it off as he slid his jeans and underwear down over it in one easy motion.

Adam Crawford

"Whoa-oh-ohkay, yeah, clothes off," Adam gasped, hurrying along to start taking things off and satisfy Elliott. Quickly, Adam and Ryder were both naked and at his disposal. "Tell us where you want us, Amaretta," Adam breathed, kneeling on the bed beside him.

Elliott Gilbert

"Look at that pretty dick," Elliott said, reaching out for Adam. "I just wanna suck it. And yours..." He glanced at Ryder, looking him over from head to toe and back. "C'mon, and fuck me with my dress still on, hm?"

Rdyer Lynn

"Fuck, yes, please," Ryder growled as he crawled back into the bed. He ran both hands, fingers spread wide, over Elliott's tight dress, enjoying the form beneath it just as much as the prickly sensation of the sequins on his palms. "Adam, you're closest to the drawer," he said, flapping his hand in that direction.

Adam Crawford

"I am?" Adam gasped, bucking into Elliott's fist. "Brat, I'm ah... bit busy..." he panted, staring down at his dick, fascinated by long nails and a delicate grip around it. He looked up quickly, biting his lip as his eyes caught on Elliott's chest before continuing up to his face again. "You are so gorgeous, just... one moment?" he asked apologetically before pulling away to scramble around Ryder and get the lube, easier to just do it than argue, and return to the bed at Elliott's other side now.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott whined a little when Adam left, but he couldn't argue the fact that they needed the lube. "And you're so sweet," he stated, before pulling Adam's face close to his and kissing him soundly. "Still want me to suck you, or d'you have something better in mind, beautiful?"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder did a little wiggle once the lube was in his hand. "He listens so well," he muttered happily. He sat back on his heels, so they could decide what exactly they wanted to do and they could get in the position they were going to do it. That way he would know where he was going exactly.

Adam Crawford

Adam just shook his head at Ryder, ignoring him in favor of staring at Elliott's chest again. "I'd uh... like to make a request..." Adam said, cheeks flushing crimson as he reached out and finally touched one, cock bobbing eagerly between his legs. "I'd... very much like to?" he asked a bit brokenly, both nervous and unfathomably turned on.

Elliott Gilbert

"To fuck my tits?" Elliott asked, his smile growing wider with every second. "I think I'd like you to do that too. Fuck 'em and come all over my face." He chuckled and sat up a little bit, just enough to expose the ties on the back of the dress. "Undo me, and I'll get 'em out for ya."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's bottom lip popped out then and laid a hand on Elliott's leg. "The dress though. You said you'd keep it on," he reminded him, sitting back again with a little sigh. Tonight wasn't about him, and he needed to remember that. "I'll help," he offered with a little smile, moving around to reach the ties.

Adam Crawford

"Not all of them." Adam interrupted, hand shooting out to stop Ryder. His eyes wide and dark. "Just... just the halter. To get it off her shoulders," Adam breathed. "If... that's alright, Amaretta?" he added quickly, turning to Elliott for permission.

Elliott Gilbert

"Exactly what I wanted," Elliott confirmed. He wriggled out of the top half of the dress, revealing the bra and full, lifelike insert that filled out the dress when he had it on. "Just like I want you down here," he told Ryder, bending his knees to give him access. "Gotta admit, I thought this might be going the exact opposite way..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just shrugged as he glanced up at Adam. He was pretty sure the man was fairly insane at this point anyway. They could play however they liked though; he was going to fuck his gorgeous boyfriend in his beautiful dress, even if it was only half on now. The halter straps pooled around his waist, held by the strap tied around the base of his ribs.

He slicked his fingers and slipped them under Elliott's skirt, grinning to himself when he found no fabric in his way. Ryder wasted no time in teasing Elliott's entrance for a moment and sliding a finger inside.

Adam Crawford

Meanwhile, Adam was carefully helping Elliott lie back, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his lips. "Thank you, for this," he murmured. "It's really hot. You're really hot-" Adam coughed, half-hiding behind his hand again. "I... think I should just go ahead before I make a complete git of myself."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott moaned softly at Ryder's touch, and smiled up at Adam. The wig was actually staying on pretty well, for being pinned only cursorily. "You'd be the hottest git I've ever seen," he assured Adam, and arched his back towards him, pressing the silicone together with his hands.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder raised an eyebrow curiously as he worked Elliott open, watching the two of them. "What the hell is a git anyway?" he blurted out, fairly confused. He wasn't actually expecting an answer, considering how into this they both were. Which he probably should be too, right?

Adam Crawford

"It's a... Brittishism. Means I'm a bit of an idiot," Adam said, taking a deep breath as he finally straddled Elliott's chest. Seeing his hard cock falling into place between Elliott's tits made him gasp. "Oh, fuck... That's- Fuck, Ryder, look. It's so hot," Adam said in a daze.

Elliott Gilbert

Of course, Elliott didn't have the sensation that he would if they were natural, but he still loved the way that it looked. Loved both his boys being so attentive. "More, Ryder," he breathed, a gentle whine on his lips.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder tried to stretch up a bit, but all he could really see was Adam's back and shoulders. Which were lovely, of course, but not really the point. He just hummed in the affirmative for Adam's sake and slipped another finger into Elliott's tight heat. He would be inside him soon and that was all that mattered.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah..." Adam agreed, not realizing Ryder hadn't really seen as he started to rock his hips against Elliott's chest. "Holy fuck, yeah..." He bit his lip, half turning, but refusing to take his eyes off of the sight below him as he reached back. "Ryder, can I... get the lube?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott kept his eyes focused on the sight in front of him too. He wished he could see Ryder, but he could feel him, and that was certainly important, too. "You both feel so good," he told them. "Ry, baby, fill me up. I know you can do it."

Ryder Lynn

"Hang on," Ryder said, quickly slicking his cock. He pulled his fingers back and stroked himself a couple time, using his other hand to tap Adam's shoulder with the lube. "Here," he muttered. He lined himself up, gently lifting Elliott's legs up onto his shoulders before he pressed inside him.

Adam Crawford

"Thanks, Ryder," Adam said, tossing a smile over his shoulder and accepting the tube with a brief, affectionate squeeze to Ryder's fingers. He pressed a quick kiss to them and turned his focus back towards Elliott. "And you, Amaretta..." Adam rumbled, pouring lube over his fingers and letting it dribble between, slick little drops speckling Elliott's tits with moisture..

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled, but the laugh quickly turned into a moan when Ryder pressed inside him. He was being taken care of so, so fucking well, by the boys who loved him so much, no matter who he was or what he wore. "Ry-- Ryder," he gasped, and lifted his legs higher, resting his ankles on Ryder's shoulders.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder smiled to himself at the tight heat and the sound of his name on Elliott's lips. He ran his fingers over the boots on either side of them, up and up until he reached soft skin. "Such gorgeous legs," he muttered quietly as his hips picked up their rhythm against Elliott's ass.

Adam Crawford

"They are," Adam gasped, planting the palm of his hand in the center of Elliott's chest, smearing lube over his tits. "And so are these..." Adam murmured, fingers hesitant around the gentle curve of one of Elliott's breasts. "So gorgeous, Amaretta..." His light touch stopped just short of Elliott's braline, and Adam looked up in askance, though for what, he wasn't sure.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laughed again, looking up at Adam lustfully, the fires inside him only stoked by Ryder's thrusts and gentle touches. "Gonna- gotta leave that on tonight, honey," he said, though not without a note of regret. "Go ahead and give 'em a squeeze if you want, though."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder frowned slightly behind Adam's back. He really was glad he was enjoying himself, but he just didn't think it was the same. They weren't real. These legs he was holding were real; they were Elliott. And, god, he loved Elliott so much. He closed his eyes and rested his head to the side against his boyfriend's legs, his hips moving a little faster, a little more desperate.

Adam Crawford

Adam groaned as he let his fingers wrap around Elliott's breast and groped. "Oh, fuck... it's... They're..." Adam shivered, hips bucking forward. He carefully rested his hands, one to each cup, and helped Elliott press them together, slowly working his cock between them and clumsily starting a mesmerized rhythm. "Oh... God..."

Elliott Gilbert

"God," Elliott echoed, mostly in response to the way that Ryder was fucking him so well. The pace was perfect, and his hands were exactly where Elliott wanted them to be. To be fair, so were Adam's. There was just so much, so much sensation, so much bearing down on him in that moment, and he felt his breath coming faster and harder, his hands trembling on Adam's hips. Reaching up and scratching down the small of his back. "F-fuck, both of you --" he started, feeling his body clenching, his usually long stamina apparently getting cut short by the sensations of pleasure jolting through him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder could sense Elliott's body growing closer, the way he trembled and clenched around Ryder faster and harder. He just wished he could see his face, see the pleasure running across it. He knew how he could hear him a little more though. He grinned again as he slid his hand over Elliott's hips and pushed the dress up a little more to completely free Elliott's cock. He couldn't help licking his lips as it bobbed up; and he wrapped his fingers around it, stroking perfectly.

Adam Crawford

"Yeah?" Adam gasped, eyes darting rapidly between two amazing views, torn which one he wanted to stare at more. "You like this? Like your tits on my cock? Like Ryder's filling you up? You're so beautiful, so sexy. Gonna- make us both come. So- much... Oh, dear God..." Adam moaned, hips thrusting as he pressed the silicone tighter around himself.

Elliot Gilbert

Elliott didn't really have time to answer though. Since any words he could have made were cut off by the wanton screams pouring from his lips. Ryder's hand on his cock pushed him right up and over the edge, and Adam's voice --with his cock so close-- echoed lovingly in his ears. Elliott's nails dug into Adam's skin hard as he came, giving himself up to both of his boys and the incredible way they knew just what to do with him. Just what he needed.

Ryder Lynn

Closing his eyes again, Ryder pictured Elliott's face and smiled to himself. He concentrated on the way Elliott clenched tightly around him, drawing him in, connecting him. That was what he craved more than anything else. He couldn't help it.

Ryder's fingers dug into Elliott's thighs as the sparks slowly spread through his body. His orgasm didn't crash into him like it often did, instead lapping at him bit by bit until it overtook his body and his hips stuttered against his boyfriend.

Adam Crawford

"God- You- both of you... so good when you come..." Adam panted, the blush on his cheeks darkening and spreading with every thrust as he got steadily closer to orgasm and more flustered over what he was doing to get there. But, it didn't matter. Elliott was too beautiful, and Adam was too turned on to stop. He arched his back and came with a choked cry, come hitting the edge of Elliott's jaw and across his chest.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's lips spread in a wide, slow smile even before he came back to himself. He caught his breath, fingers trailing over Adam's back and thighs, knees flexing over Ryder's shoulders. He felt incredible, just like he always did. Maybe more-so. With a soft sigh, he nudged at Adam's hips with his hand, wordlessly beckoning him to climb off of his chest.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder let Elliott's legs drop when he couldn't hold them up anymore. He couldn't even hold himself up anymore. He rolled himself over to the opposite side of Elliott and plopped on his back, running his clean hand through his hair to get it away from his eyes. He hummed softly and finally opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling.

Adam Crawford

"That... was amazing," Adam sighed in awe, staring between Elliott and Ryder. "I- I don't know what to say, that was just- Wow... I... never expected- that...," Adam murmured, tucking his face into Elliott's shoulder, embarrassment still flooding his cheeks with warmth.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott chuckled and wound arms around Adam's shoulder, happy to hold him right where he curled in. "Ry, c'mon," he murmured, and reached out for Ryder, too. "Wanna kiss you."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder glanced over and started to curl in, but just ended up chuckling. "I think we need to clean you up first," he told them, touching his finger to the tip of Elliott's nose. "Stay here. I'll get us a cloth."

Adam Crawford

Adam glanced up and blushed deeper. "Sorry, I think that one's my fault..." he mumbled, burying his face back into Elliott's arm. "God, I got so carried away there just... Don't mind me..."

Elliott Gilbert

"What...?" Elliott started, and crossed his eyes trying to look down at himself, before realizing what had happened and laughing. "Oh... well... you're both distracting. And too good to me." He reached up and stroked Adam's hair lovingly, entirely appreciative of everything that they'd both done for him.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder grabbed a washcloth and ran it under some warm water in their master bathroom. He took a moment to look at himself in the mirror and he took a breath. When he peeked out the doorway, he smiled softly at the sight of his boyfriends curled up together. They were gorgeous together and he loved how much they loved each other, but he couldn't help feeling like they had just experienced something he hadn't. And he wasn't sure why. Ryder climbed back into the bed and gently wiped Elliott's face and chest and anywhere else that was too close to the dress, just to be safe.

Adam Crawford

"Thanks..." Adam sighed, referring both to Ryder taking care of things, and to the affectionate hand from Elliott. "I just... I- What happened?" He asked, not exactly expecting either of them to answer, but being more than a little helplessly confused himself.

Elliott Gilbert

"We... fucked?" Elliott suggested, chasing the words with a laugh. "And... it was great?" He'd thought it was great, anyway. "God, just having both of you so attentive like that... m'not used to it." He kept stroking Adam's hair, and reached out to Ryder, hopeful. Something felt a little different with him, like he was just a little more distant than Adam was.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just smiled, leaning to press a soft kiss to Elliott's lips. He laid beside him, head resting on Elliott's shoulder comfortably. He did love this part. "You should get used to it. You deserve it, everything you do for us. Plus the putting up with us."

Adam Crawford

"It... was great, and you were great. So great..." Adam said, finally at least laying his head properly on Elliott's shoulder, instead of hiding his face, though his blush was still bright red. "I've just... Boobs." Adam finally settled on, unable to articulate it any clearer. "Never um... noticed before... and that was... yeah..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott snickered. "They're not real," he pointed out, as though it wasn't actually obvious. He looked down at the breast form on his chest, still supported --and actually held down-- by the bra clasped around his middle. "I bet they don't even compare to the real thing." He glanced over at Ryder again, and stuck his chest out, inviting him to take a look or a squeeze. Or whatever he liked.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just raised his eyebrows, but he didn't exactly wanna say that they didn't. It wasn't anything against Elliott, it's just that they weren't Elliott. "You... ready to take it off?" he asked quietly, willing to help if it was needed.

Adam Crawford

"Oh-" Adam said, holding back a bit of confused disappointment. "I kinda like them... but... I guess they're probably not the most comfortable cuddling outfit..." Adam admitted, resting his hand carefully against the rumpled dress around Elliott's waist. He really did think Elliott looked gorgeous like this. Definitely something he wanted to do again, even if he didn't understand what he liked about it and was feeling more than a little panicky about that confusion.

Elliott Gilbert

"Yeah, it kinda..." Elliott started. "Probably should just try to catch up with both of you, huh?" He shrugged and sat up reluctantly, so he could take everything off, and Ryder could help pull the boots off. The best cuddling outfit was always naked, after all.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder helped willingly with everything, unhooking the bra for Elliott and assisting in getting the dress up over his head while Adam watched vaguely. "There we go," he said with some relief. "There's my beautiful boyfriend." He ran hands over his chest and snuggled close, pressing his lips to Elliott's shoulder.

Adam Crawford

"Was beautiful with the kit on too..." Adam protested a bit awkwardly, settling back into place. He laid a hand over Elliott's chest, trying not to lament the lack of silicon too strongly. He still wasn't quite sure why he even wanted there to be silicon in the first place.

Elliott Gilbert

"Well, glad you liked it," Elliott said, looking from one boyfriend to the other. "Although I have to admit I'm pretty surprised it went the way it did... I thought for sure you guys'd wind up in the exact opposite positions that you did."

Ryder Lynn

"He was beautiful," Ryder replied to Adam with a little glare. "But now he's just him again. And I love him." He stole another kiss from Elliott and gave a little shrug at his words. "I liked where I was just fine. And Adam seemed to enjoy himself."

Adam Crawford

Adam grunted in frustration, sitting up and tangling his hands in his hair. "I know he's still Elliott; I know he was still Elliott just..." Adam huffed, lowering his hands and turning to look at them. "I would have expected Ryder on the- up there-" Adam gestured to Elliott's chest. "Too, but... and I really don't know why I liked that. I'm gay," he blurted, completely flummoxed. "I don't- I'm sorry, that sounds so horrible. I just... don't understand..."

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott sat up then, and leaned against the headboard with a gentle frown on his lips. "And I'm still a man," he explained. He took the wig off, and tossed it to the foot of the bed, so he could look at both of his boyfriends looking more like himself. "And even if you were attracted to a woman --any kind of woman-- your identity is completely up to you."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just smiled at Elliott's hair, reaching up to run his fingers through it and fluff it up a bit, so it wasn't so smushed to his head.

Adam Crawford

"I know you are," Adam murmured, folding his arms across his middle and biting his lips. "I'm sorry that was... callous of me; I didn't mean it like that-" Adam took a slow, deep breath, collecting his thoughts. "I guess I just... got really into it and... I don't know." Adam tugged at his hair in frustration again. "I think I'm still gay? But I... really liked that, and I just... need to process a moment..." he finally settled on, a bit awkwardly, an apologetic look up to Elliott and Ryder, hoping they'd be patient with him.

Elliott Gilbert

"It's okay," Elliott assured Adam, with a soft smile. "You can take all the time you need to figure out if you need a new label. And we'll be here to listen. And... if you wanna tryout fucking a woman with a vagina, I'm sure we could find a willing volunteer. I mean, look at you." He gestured to Adam's nude body, appreciating every beautiful exposed inch of it.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder raised an eyebrow at the thought of it. "Pretty sure you're still gay," he offered. "It was Elliott and it was a warm, squishy place to put your dick." He sat back against the headboard beside Elliott and stretched his legs out. "And every time I bring a girl around you talk to her about shoes or dancing."

Adam Crawford

Adam glared at Ryder. "Not helping, Brat." He sighed, laying his hands in his lap and picking at a mark on his calf distractedly. "I don't want... a 'real girl.' I know that much. Really don't... I just... don't know what this means about everything else... I like men in dresses? Or at least Elliott in a dress?"

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott's smile turned into a gentle smirk. "Seems fair enough. Ryder likes men in panties." He looked over at Ryder, seeking the confirmation that he didn't actually need just then, because they all knew how well Ryder liked that combination. "But the key word there is men, right? I mean... when I was in college I did a little experimenting, and figured it out it wasn't for me. Doesn't make me any less gay, either."

Ryder Lynn

"I do," Ryder muttered, twisting his finger in the sheet beneath him. "Did you ever think you just love being with Ell, no matter what he's got on? Or did you like that he was... somebody else? To you anyway."

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled gently, relaxing somewhat. "Yeah, a bit of both, yeah..." he replied to Ryder. "And experimentation’s normal I think I just... didn't realize I was going to be conducting one until I was in the thick of things. But I do like the boobs. Couldn't tell you why, but..." Adam glanced over at where Ryder had tucked them aside. "I really like the boobs."

Elliott Gilbert

"Well, they're gorgeous," Elliott said, adopting Amaretta's voice and posture as he spoke. He relaxed again, though, trying to offer as much understanding as he could. "And... if you wanna experiment with 'em again, just lemme know." He had a feeling that it might need to happen while Ryder was in class or at work, since he didn't seem too enthusiastic about it, but he'd be happy to help Adam figure out whatever he needed to about himself. "It's all still me, babe. Underneath everything, no matter what else I'm wearing."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's brows drew together slightly at Elliott's change. He looked over at the bra, still fully equipped, and picked it up, reaching across Elliott to hand it to Adam. "There ya go. Have at it. They'll do whatever you want them to."

Adam Crawford

Adam accepted the bundle, too startled to decline, but glared at Ryder once he'd recovered. He shook his head, setting the prosthetic aside. He wanted to explore the possibilities, but like Elliott didn't pretend to think they'd happen with Ryder around, which was okay. Not everything had to appeal to everyone. Adam had no interest in the 'real deal' after all, when Ryder clearly did.

"I think, right now, I'd just like to spend some time with you both. My boyfriends," Adam said fondly, crawling up to the top of the bed and settling on Elliott's other side. "Yeah?" he asked, pressing a quick kiss to Elliott's cheek before getting comfortable.

Elliott Gilbert

Elliott laid back on the bed, opening his arms to both sides. "Yeah," he agreed. "C'mon, you guys just wanna... be, for a little while, before we've gotta get back to unpacking?"

Ryder Lynn

"Yes, please," Ryder agreed, sinking himself back down against the pillows. He laid his head against Elliott's chest comfortably and turned to press a kiss there before just listening to his heart beat.

Adam Crawford

"Absolutely." Thoughts still swam a bit too rapidly through Adam's head to think about anything as productive as unpacking. "Might not even really feel like unpacking much at all today... If you lot don't mind being lazy for an afternoon?"

Elliott Gilbert

"Hey, I don't mind at all," Elliott said. "I know it's not Monday, but maybe we could put on some Doctor Who until it's time for dinner?" They still had a couple hours before Adam would need to leave for work, anyway, and Elliott could think of no better way to spend it.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed his agreement, figuring they would get the point. He was nice and comfortable. "Someone should open the door so the dogs can come in if they want."

Adam Crawford

Adam sighed, exasperated as he climbed out of bed. "I'll go get my laptop then? Unless we want to move to the couch?" he asked, reaching for his boxers on the way to get the door.

Elliott Gilbert

"Nah, we can just watch 'em from here," Elliott said, gesturing to the TV. "As long as we've got the thing set up to do Netflix already?" He wasn't sure how far along they were in the technology stage of their unpacking process. They did have internet at least, which was a good sign.

Ryder Lynn

"Please, I played Mario Kart for like an hour while you guys unpacked downstairs," Ryder replied with a smug little smile. He heard the pitter patter of little feet once the door opened and sat up so he could lift Gary onto the bed with them. "Hi, sweet baby. Come cuddles."

Adam Crawford

"Alright then," Adam smiled at Ryder, tugging on his shorts before fetching the remote and joining his boyfriends again. "But we're watching Pertwee, because I said so."

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A Sexy Shower And A Warm Cuddle || Rydam

Tagged: Adam Crawford and Ryder Lynn

Location: Ryder’s apartment

Time: Afternoon; Friday, August 1st

Summary: Ryder has a no good, awful, very bad day. Adam comes over to offer supportive boyfriend cuddles. And sex.

Adam hurried up the steps to Ryder's place two at a time. His helmet still strapped to his head, forgotten in his rush to get to his boyfriend and offer support. He had no idea what was going on, but it didn't matter, he'd offer whatever kind of support Ryder needed. When he got to the door, Adam fumbled at the lock, bumping into the doorframe twice before he managed to wrestle his key out and unlock it properly, rolling his eyes at the yipping barks from Gary behind the door.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked up at the strange noises coming from his door. He was a little worried someone was trying to break in until he heard cursing in a British accent from the other side of it. He even managed a smile when Adam finally got in, helmet still stuck on his head. "You look ridiculous."

Adam Crawford

Adam looked down at himself, puzzled. He was maybe a little sweaty from his ride over in the heat, but not dressed any differently than he always was. With a mental shrug, he bent down, scooping up Gary and carrying the squirming, white puppy over to join Ryder on the couch. "Got here quickly as I could," He said, handing Gary over. "What's wrong?" he asked, settling close and wrapping an arm around Ryder's shoulders.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sat there, staring at Adam's head for a moment, before he unclicked the helmet and used both hands to lift it off ofAdam's head. He set it on the ground and leaned in to kiss Adam's lips softly. "I just had a fantastically shitty day," he explained quietly.

Adam Crawford

"You want to talk about it?" Adam murmured, unable to keep a soft smile from his lips at the care Ryder took with his things. "It's okay if you don't. I am available for cuddling or shoulder or both. Whatever you need from me." Adam wrapped his arm tightly around Ryder's shoulders, pulling him in.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder cuddled closer happily and rested his head on Adam's shoulder. "Well, I overslept, so I was late for work, and Gary pooped on my bedroom floor." He paused to pick the dog up and stare into his eyes menacingly. "Then I had lessons with that little girl, and she fell off her boogie board. She's fine, but I almost had a heart attack 'cause the waves were just not kind today. I had to work with Trisha in the store, and I'm just gonna say it, that girl is a bitch."

Adam Crawford

Adam fought down the urge to laugh at the venom in Ryder's voice. He was normally such a soft-spoken and kind man, in Adam's experience, that the difference was amusing. "Sorry it's been such a wild day." Adam pressed a gentle kiss to Ryder's forehead. "But just think, tomorrow, we get to go see Elliott perform one of his 'fun shows' live." Adam grinned then, giving Ryder's shoulders a friendly shake.

Ryder Lynn

"I know," Ryder sighed. "I'm looking forward to it, I really am. Today was just exhausting. That poor, little girl was coughing salt water; and she was a tough little trooper, but I almost wanted to cry."

Adam Crawford

"Ryder..." Adam said fondly, wrapping his other arm around his boyfriend and holding him tightly. "I don't think I've ever in my life met a man with as big a heart as you. You're amazing. You really are. I want you to know that."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder peeked up at Adam through the bangs hanging down in his face. "A little girl fell in a giant wave. I didn't know it made me a saint for feeling bad about," he chuckled, but squeezed Adam back all the same.

Adam Crawford

"I didn't say you were a saint..." Adam teased, though he pulled Ryder's knees across his lap holding him closer still, as if their proximity might somehow give Ryder strength. "Gotta make three miracles for that to happen you know. And I've only seen you do the one miracle so far."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder looked up with a curious expression. "I'm not sure which one you're talking about," he said, finding Adam's hand with his own and tangling their fingers together.

Adam Crawford

"The one where you exist," Adam said, as if it were obvious.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's breath practically stopped as he looked up at Adam with wide eyes. He was about ready to cry all over again. "Adam..." He didn't know what else to say, so he just cupped Adam's face and kissed him, putting everything he was feeling into it.

Adam Crawford

Adam returned it. Long and slow, head tilted to press closer. Every beat of his heart, every feeling and sensation flooding his veins with how much he cared for this man, for Ryder. "I love you," He gasped when they pulled back, as if desperate to say it as quickly as possible, not waste a single second from their lips parting and getting those three words out.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's lips curled up, his heart still beating quickly from everything he was feeling. "I love you too.... you sweet, crazy old man." He pulled him close again and buried his face against Adam's neck, just hanging onto him for the moment.

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled as a pleased flush covered his face and neck. "I... love this- spending time with you, just holding you and being here for you..." Adam murmured softly, nuzzling his face into Ryder's cheek. "You're welcome to come by my work tonight, after Elliott's show. Bring Sugar, if you like. I can reserve a booth in the back for you, even."

Ryder Lynn

"Oh... Sugar," Ryder said, lifting his head back up and staring at Adam. "This day has my mind all twirly. I need to look... not gross for her. You've already seen me gross." He patted Adam's chest and smiled up at him.

Adam Crawford

Adam smiled, brushing a kiss to Ryder's lips. "Want me to help you pick out your outfit?" he offered. "Or want me to wash your back for you?" Adam asked with a playfully teasing wiggle of his brows.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder leaned forward and rested his forehead against Adam's, brushing their noses together. "You have time to take a shower with me?" he asked hopefully.

Adam Crawford

Adam glanced at the clock to double-check and smiled. "Yeah, plenty. And for whatever else we might get up to while we're in there," he said with a cheeky grin.

Ryder Lynn

"Mmm, you read my mind." Ryder pushed himself up off the couch and reached back to grab a fistful of Adam's t-shirt and drag him along. "I wish you could come tonight. I'm sure Elliott'll kill it as always. I'm glad you're coming tomorrow though."

Adam Crawford

"I've already arranged to always have the first Saturday of every month off," Adam said, stumbling along behind Ryder to the bathroom. "Never want to miss one of his 'fun' shows. He's so fucking sexy up there... I got so hard at Pride... I can't wait for tomorrow and seeing him perform again..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder stopped in the hallway and turned to look up at Adam. "I know you're trying to make it about the fact that's he super hot, and I agree he is, but that is like... really fricking sweet of you to do that, so you can support him. Just so you know." He poked Adam's chest playfully before he turned back and stepped into the bathroom.

Adam Crawford

"I'd go every month even if it were a bloody poetry reading," Adam defended but ruined it, "Though, knowing him, I'd probably still get hard," Adam said, pulling his shirt off and following Ryder in.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder just laughed though, shaking his head. "You get hard when I drop my pen and my shirt rides up," he pointed out. He turned the water on before he started undressing himself.

Adam Crawford

"Like it's my fault you've got such a great body?" Adam scoffed, undoing his pants and raising his arms above his head to let them fall to the ground on their own with a quick shimmy of his hips, showing off.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder stared for a moment, rolling his eyes before he stepped into the shower. "Can't believe I found a boyfriend who's hornier than I am. Who knew it was possible," he teased as he stepped under the water.

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed brightly, stepping out of his shorts and padding into the shower after Ryder, immediately wrapping his arms around Ryder's waist and kissing the back of his neck. "Is that a complaint, Brat?"

Ryder Lynn

"Not in the slightest," Ryder purred, pressing his ass back against Adam's cock without much thought. He always felt so safe in Adam's arms and sexy at the same time. It was an incredible feeling. "God, I was ready to punch a wall on the way home; and now, I'm just all... melty."

Adam Crawford

"Glad I could help," Adam purred, lapping at Ryder's skin with broad, warm swipes of his tongue. "You taste delicious... But you know what'd taste even better?" he asked, smirk pressed to Ryder's skin.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder had an idea of what the answer might be, but he did love hearing Adam talk dirty to him in that accent. He reached up and slid his fingers into Adam's hair. "Tell me?"

Adam Crawford

Adam growled, fingers like claws scratching down to hook over Ryder's hipbones as he rocked his dick against Ryder's ass. "I want to eat you out, shove my face between your cheeks and lick up that salty, bitter taste; open you up and fuck you raw." At the last word, Adam ground his cock hard against the length of Ryder's crack.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder gasped loudly, his back arching; so his ass pressed back even harder. His fingers tugged at Adam's hair, and he let out a low moan. "Oh god... please. Take me, Adam."

Adam Crawford

"As you wish." Adam breathed against Ryder's neck before finally dropping to his knees and doing everything he'd promised. Thumbs pressed hard to each of Ryder's glutes, spreading his cheeks apart to make room for Adam to run his tongue up, down and over every inch of exposed skin.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder leaned forward and pressed his hands to the tile. He spread his legs as much as he could in the small space and let his head fall forward, water dripping down around his face. "Fuck, Adam..."

Adam Crawford

Adam moaned, unable to say much in reply. He was too busy circling his tongue ever closer to Ryder's puckered hole. When he'd finished, come to the very center, he pointed his tongue and speared it inside, twirling and spinning the dexterous muscle against Ryder's sloppy, wet opening.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's fingers clawed at the wet tile, pointlessly searching for purchase on the slick surface. "So hot," he breathed out, referring both to the heat of Adam's tongue and the situation in general. He was definitely melty now.

Adam Crawford

A throaty chuckle shot puffs of air across Ryder's ass. Carefully, Adam shuffled forward, ducking his head to get a better angle, press just a little deeper, flex his tongue just a little wider. Once he was confident Ryder was at least stable, Adam let one hand drop from Ryder's hip to stroke loosely around his own cock, too hard and desperate to leave it neglected any longer.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder rested his head against the tile as well and tilted so he could at least see parts of Adam, even if his face obviously wasn't visible. "Naughty boy," he teased, watching Adam's fingers stroking over his own cock. It was actually incredibly sexy.

Adam Crawford

Adam's fingers stuttered to a stop as Adam moaned against Ryder's skin. Though they didn't leave his cock. He held still briefly, torn between keeping his tongue in contact with Ryder and asking. Eventually, the asking won out, "Fuck, Ryder... Would you- like to direct me? Tell me how to touch you? How to touch myself?" he panted out, face pressed to Ryder's ass.

Ryder Lynn

"I suck at that," Ryder insisted, shaking his head. He grabbed Adam's hair again and pulled him back against his ass. "Just do what you were doing for god's sake. I was just kidding."

Adam Crawford

Adam laughed again, obediently shoving his tongue back inside, loving the way Ryder's muscles fluttered against him, clenching and almost pulling him in deeper. With a long, low moan, he let his fingers grip again, dragging, slow wet strokes over his cock.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder sunk happily back against the cool tile and watched Adam's cock jump beneath his fingers, somehow managing to massage Adam's head gently. "Much better," he muttered, pressing his ass back once again. "Fuck, eat me, baby."

Adam Crawford

A shuddery whimper escaped Adam at that, tongue fucking in and out of Ryder. The hand around his cock squeezed tightly, pulling the foreskin up and over the head so he could rub sensitive skin against sensitive skin, making him moan and whine.

Ryder Lynn

"Careful now," Ryder warned gently. "Don't want you coming before you're buried inside me. Fuuuuck." He let his head fall back, hardly caring about the hot water splashing against his face. Everything felt so good.

Adam Crawford

Hips bucking into his fist, Adam slowly, reluctantly pulled his tongue from Ryder's hole, working his aching jaw as he panted for air. "Bloody hell, Ryder... Think... need to be inside you now. So hard, you taste so good..."

Ryder Lynn

"Fuck me," Ryder growled desperately, relishing in the feel of Adam's hot breath against his sensitive skin. "Please, Adam. I need you inside me."

Adam Crawford

Adam swayed to his feet, nearly falling over again as his knees popped. He pressed up against Ryder's back, swiftly aligning himself and pumping his hips slowly, trying to push inside. "Fuck... you're so tight... might- might need lube..." Adam panted. It was wet and slippery in the shower, and Adam had stretched Ryder open quite thoroughly, but there was a difference between working his tongue into Ryder's hole and working his cock into Ryder's hole.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hissed at the burn in his ass, clawing at the tile for a different reason this time. "That... that might be a good idea. I'm clean enough, let's go to the bedroom," he decided.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, thank god," Adam gasped, pulling back, half-melting against Ryder's back before managing to push away and stumble out of the shower. He barely remembered to grab a towel in his haste. By the time they made it to the bedroom, they were both damp, but good enough. Adam looped his towel around Ryder's shoulders, drawing him in for a warm kiss. "Gonna fuck you so good..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's hands slid up into Adam's damp hair and grinned wickedly. "You better, Adam Crawford," he purred before pulling him in for a deep, wet, needy kiss.

Adam Crawford

Smiling against Ryder's lips, Adam let his hands drop to the man's waist, gripping at his ass and lifting him up to carry to the bed and sit them down, Ryder warm, wet and heavy in his lap. "Fuck where's that bloody lube gone?" Adam groaned.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chuckled deeply against Adam's neck, pressing soft kisses there and then dragging some of the soft skin through his teeth. "Same place it always is, Old Man." He leaned back and pulled the drawer open, stretching his torso out to reach it. He moved his body close to Adam's once again and smiled down at him. "Now fuck me already."

Adam Crawford

Adam grit his teeth and shuddered as he watched Ryder arch and stretch right in front of him. "Fuck, yes, please..." Adam fumbled the lube open and poured a liberal amount into his hand before wrapping those fingers around his cock. Two brief strokes and he was reaching to Ryder's ass to coat the length of his crack in slick, pressing one, long finger inside. Swift, deep and pressing against all the right places.

Ryder Lynn

"Fuck, yes," Ryder hissed out, the burn eased by the slickness of the lube. He lifted his ass a little, positioning himself over Adam's cock. "C'mon, babe. Give it to me," he begged. "When I'm sitting at the show tonight, I still wanna feel you inside me."

Adam Crawford

"God, want me to plug you up with the bluetooth even?" Adam asked, eyes flashing as he held Ryder steady, just the tip of his head catching on Ryder's entrance. "You're sitting there, Sugar by your side, Elliott singing up front when I press that slider on my phone. Miles away and I'm still fucking you..." Adam growled.

Ryder Lynn

A loud moan came from Ryder at the thought of, his head falling to Adam's shoulder. "God, yes. Please, Adam. Fuck me all night long." He couldn't take it anymore, and he sank down on Adam's cock, taking him in without hesitation and crying out at the pleasure.

Adam Crawford

With a groan from his own lips, Adam thrust up into Ryder, falling back to the bed and staring in awe and lust at the man writhing atop him. "Fuck, you're so fucking sexy." Feet planted against the floor, Adam fucked up hard into Ryder, as deep and hard as he could.

Ryder Lynn

"You ahh," Ryder replied with a smirk, dark eyes staring down at Adam. They ran down his body, over his toned chest, already imagining his own come all over it. He rocked his own hips, finding that perfect rhythm, skin against skin slapping together.

Adam Crawford

Adam blinked a moment before he burst out laughing when he finally realized Ryder was making that same damned reference he always did. "You fucking Brat." Adam shouted, drawing his hand back and spanking Ryder's ass. Awkward from this angle, but finesse was hardly the point when they were both so wound up.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder laughed right along with him, leaning in and smiling into Adam's hair where he held him close. He loved this connection he had with both of his boyfriends, the way they could still have so much fun while fucking each other's brains out. He sucked in a breath at the feel of Adam's hand hitting his skin, and bounced up and down a little harder.

Adam Crawford

"Too bad-" Adam cut himself off with a grunt into Ryder's ear. "Too bad I can't use the flogger from this angle... Would love to hear the sounds you make if I spanked you with that while I fucked you open..." Adam gasped.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder moaned once again at the thought of that. He was already recalling the little red marks the toy had left on his skin. "Soon, babe," he whispered against Adam's ear. "Soon, I promise." He lifted his head just enough to meet their lips together again in a messy kiss.

Adam Crawford

Moaning into the kiss, Adam gave as good as he got, hips stuttering and shifting. His muscles already beginning to tighten in waves. He didn't want it to end, fought to hold on, to fuck up harder and faster and just not yet...

Ryder Lynn

Ryder could feel his body start to heat up as he grew closer to his orgasm. He needed to watch it though, needed to see it splattering over Adam's chest and stomach. He sat up again and took his own cock in hand, stroking steadily and grinning down at Adam.

Adam Crawford

"Oh, God- Oh, fuck-" Adam gasped, open-mouthed as he realized what Ryder was going to do. His rhythm deteriorating rapidly as his climax built inside him, but he fought it back, trying desperately to wait it out, see Ryder do it, "Cover me in it. Mark me with you spunk. Please, Ryder. Need it. Need it now!"

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's head fell back again; and he closed his eyes, concentrating on the way Adam's cock filled him up so perfectly, stretched him open, and the way Adam's hands felt holding tight to his hips. His own hand worked quickly over his cock until he felt the sparks flowing through his body, and he came hard, spurting all over Adam. He made sure to open his eyes for that, licking his lips at the sight of it.

Adam Crawford

"Oh- fuh-" Adam gasped, arching up and coming hard cock juddering and pumping copiously into Ryder's ass, filling him up to bursting as he felt every wet splatter and drop of Ryder's come painting a masterpiece of filth and sex across his neck, chest and belly.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's breath was heavy, his chest rising up and down with each passing moment. He could feel Adam's come dripping out of him, even while the other man was still inside him. "Oh my god," he breathed out, holding himself up with hands on either side of Adam's body. "You look so hot right now."

Adam Crawford

"So do you..." Adam gasped, spent and breathless and shuddering as another wave of pleasure pulsed through him and up his softening cock. "Fuck, Ryder... That was... so good..." Adam sighed around a sleepy smile, reaching up to rub a hand across his chest, working Ryder's cum into his skin before lifting sticky fingers up between them. Glancing from them to Ryder and back, Adam winked and drew the first two between his lips, sucking them clean.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder's own lips curled up into a smile before he leaned down to lap his way up Adam's chest, tasting himself all along the way. He finally let Adam slip out of him, so he could collapse against the bed beside his boyfriend and catch his breath. "I think I'm gonna need another shower."

Adam Crawford

"Mm, I'm not." Adam grinned, stretching as he turned onto his side to smile at his boyfriend. "Want to smell like you at work. I know that place is far too... pungent to actually smell you on me, but just knowing it's there, under my shirt..." Adam trailed off, cupping his hand over Ryder's cheek to pull him into a slow, gentle kiss.

Ryder Lynn

Ryder hummed against Adam's lips, smiling gently. "God, you're amazing. I love you so much," he murmured. "And I'm really glad you came over." He pressed a few kisses to Adam's shoulder before he just stared at him happily.

Adam Crawford

"I am too." Adam smiled, snuggling up closer to Ryder's side. "Mmm, Warm Hibachi." He smiled. "Feeling better then?"

Ryder Lynn

"So much," Ryder agreed, his voice obviously calmer and smoother than when Adam had first arrived. "Cause of my sweet man." He dragged his fingers over Adam's arm lazily, letting out a slow breath.

Adam Crawford

Adam tipped their foreheads together and reached up to tangle a hand in Ryder's hair. "I'm glad I could help. I want you to feel safe and comfortable and happy as much as humanly possible," Adam murmured, brushing his nose against Ryder's. "Unfortunately, I should probably get going.... or I risk falling asleep in your arms instead of heading in to work..."

Ryder Lynn

Ryder chuckled and snuggled a little closer. He really didn't want Adam to leave, but he knew he had a shift to go to. "Okay," he pouted, leaving a kiss to the tip of Adam's nose. "Pick out an outfit for me when you get up."

Adam Crawford

"Oh, shit- we do still have to do that," Adam laughed around another stretch. "Come on, Brat." Adam gave Ryder's ass a playful swat. "I can't just pick one out without you. Hup-hup."

Ryder Lynn

"I can see from here," Ryder insisted, flopping his arms out to the side dramatically. "Just hold stuff up."

Adam Crawford

"Brat," Adam said, throwing the first shirt he found at Ryder's head, smiling at the noise Ryder made in return. They picked and teased at each other as long as they could. Kissing and touching and being together until Adam had to leave for work and Ryder for his dual date-night with Elliott and Sugar.