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[This probably shouldn't be happening, he knows, but- wasn't Petre the first one Ryan had ever experimented with? And things with John were still so new, and Ryan fully expects it not to turn serious, and... okay, and he hasn't been able to do anything with John lately, anyway. It's been driving him mad.

So it just sort of... happened. He knew he shouldn't trust Petre, but god, he's always so hard to say no to, and almost before he knows it they're on Ryan's bed. One hand is threaded into Petre's hair, he's fully focused on how those lips feel against his, and everything else is a pleasant haze save for a vague thought that drifts through.

(okay maybe this isn't so bad...)

And in the middle of all that, he's not paying nearly enough attention to hear the doorknob turn. It's rarely locked because he doesn't get visitors besides John often, and while he vaguely registers the sound it's dismissed before he can think about it. Ryan isn't expecting company, clearly it couldn't have been the door.]

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Yes, John, thank you so much for enlightening the class.

[He licks his own lips, looking at Ryan while he speaks, before resuming the kiss with a little moan. He's left John with an erection and knows it fully well. He could be basking in that fact, gloating to John that he's the one he's always wanted after all - just look at how he reacted - but instead he focuses on the other boy, works his hand between his legs as well to make this about him instead.]

Don't move.

[Should Ryan want to protest, he'll find that Petre's order reads as irresistible, the right and only thing to do, just as his power always works. Once it's settled he moves around him, wraps his hands around his body and starts to find his way down from Ryan's chest to his navel, unbuttoned pants giving room for him to work his grip between his legs.

He's looking at John all the way through, in between planting sweet kisses on Ryan's neck, nipping lightly at his ear. He wants the both of them hard. He wants them to crave each other's touch and be completely unable to reach until he says so.]

All the things you want to do to him, [He whispers in his ear, eyes relaxed,] Do them to me.

I know that, okay, I know, I... meant...

[He can't keep thinking clearly when Petre's kissing him like that again, the thought trailing off. What does Petre want to happen, is what he meant: what's he doing, what's the outcome he's angling for exactly? There's enough he could do to fuck with both of them, how does this factor in?

Don't move, he says, and Ryan just nods, almost dazedly. The attention is good, why would he even want to move when Petre's mouth is at his neck, hands groping at him? If he had a voice he'd be moaning at Petre's touch; as it is, he's managing to pull soft sounds from Ryan, stifled little whimpers and whines that are about the most he can manage, and he lets his eyes slide closed.

The next directions have him squirming in Petre's arms-- but he isn't struggling, only trying to turn to face him, make it easier to comply. He knows exactly what he wants to do to John, and there's no less enthusiasm than if it were really him in front of Ryan. His mouth quickly finds its way to Petre's neck, nipping and licking at the skin before that teasing attention turns to sucking a mark there; meanwhile his fingers are threading into his pale hair, taking hold and tugging at it to try to get him to tilt his head to the side. Ryan's pressed against him, his other arm wrapped around Petre to keep them close, and his thoughts are a sort of near-static that should be familiar to John-- the faint buzz of pleasure without any distinct thoughts slipping through, always the best indication that he's pretty thoroughly distracted.]

[The thing is, John can't tell an order when it's not being directed at him, and he's used to Petre being unwilling to use them in this context. All he sees is Petre murmuring and whispering to Ryan and Ryan giving into it completely, when he'd clearly thought of it as cheating a moment before. Well, Petre seduced him well enough for the initial reveal, didn't he? Obviously Ryan's got an attraction there, which just makes him want to spit nails when he considers everything Ryan's said warning him away from Petre and acting wearily frustrated when John kept going back.

(But this attraction bounces all around the room, doesn't it? They've formed themselves a perfect triangle with energy shooting back and forth down the lines, and now the line between Petre and Ryan is glowing hot and red and leaving him out and he can't fucking stand it.)]

Ryan. [And Ryan turns around, starts working on Petre's neck, so utterly given over to him that his mind has gone silent. Motherfucker. Again, in his thoughts:] Ryan!

[Nothing. Did Petre get him, after all? He can hear the sounds of Ryan's mouth sucking at Petre's skin, see his tongue flick out here and there, making him flush as that first inkling of arousal swells further and flush with fury.]

Ryan, for fuck's sake! [Now he's trying to get between them, tugging first at Ryan and then at Petre's shoulders when he realizes that Petre is a much more realistic target for breaking them apart.]

[There's the very clear temptation to laugh in John's face, growing increasingly hard and frustrated that neither Ryan nor Petre seem interested in doing anything about it. No, Ryan's focus is entirely on the other blond, and he's brimming with satisfaction at the thought, even knowing it was produced by an order. The intention here isn't just to get pleasure, it's to get John as flustered as possible. Angry and humiliated.

But while Ryan continues to blindly work on Petre's neck, he tilts his head back and grabs at John's hair.]

On your knees.

[Another order. He follows the boy until it's completed, and it's obvious what he wants. John's right - Petre wouldn't have him finally engage with him in a sexual place with the use of his power, but this is an entirely different matter. Ryan is the one he's aiming for now. The one whose pants he tugs down, nudging him to turn his hips to John's face, until his flushed cock is just about a breath away. He's like a doll, and Petre knows exactly how huge a favor he's about to do him.]

Go on, John. Since you both want it so much.

[Suck him off.]

[He's all too content to let Petre do whatever he wants with him; even if he had any hope of fighting off orders like those, Ryan might not want to, distracted as all the attention keeps him. The exposure is noted only vaguely, with a bit of hope that maybe it means he'll get even more-- the faint feeling of someone's breath against the flushed and sensitive skin of his cock is so promising, though, instantly draws his attention.

Ryan doesn't even look at him. All his attention is still on Petre-- everything he wants to do, it'll be done to him, not John-- but he does reach down to blindly thread his fingers into John's hair.]

Please-- god, yes, please...

[His head's tilted to try to find Petre's mouth again, eager to keep kissing him. He's got to express that need somehow, beyond the way his hips nudge forward almost as though he's continuing to silently plead for it.]

[John bares his teeth and hisses like a cat when Petre gets hold of his hair, clearly ready to launch another attack, but he's ordered to his knees before he gets the chance and drops like a ball-jointed doll immediately after the words are spoken. It only takes a moment for the haze of the order to clear, and once it has, he knows why Petre has positioned him like this. He knows long before Ryan's pants are down, his cock nudging at John's lips.

Eyes wide, he looks from Ryan to Petre and back. He's never done this. They haven't gotten anywhere near this far in their experimentation. He'd rather do it on Petre, honestly, since it'd hardly break his heart if a bit of teeth slipped through and scarred him, but he could easily hurt Ryan - and Ryan could just as easily hurt him, mind as blank as it appears to be right now. If he's just a total slave to pleasure, he could ram himself right down John's throat and choke him.]

Ryan. [Urgent, trying to break through and reach him.] Take it easy, alright? I'm gonna do - fuck, whatever I can, just take it easy on me.

[He wants to crush Petre's face with a fist when Ryan starts kissing him again, but instead he takes the challenge offered and wraps his mouth around the head of Ryan's cock. Not bobbing yet, just holding onto the shaft and stroking firmly as he sucks on that one spot to adjust to the feeling.]

[He's caressing John's hair all the while he's down there, watching him while his mouth occupies Ryan's, fully confident, fully triumphant. He lets a little sound escape when John complies, when his mouth forms a ring round Ryan's cock and takes those first steps.

His own lips curl into a grin, ravishing Ryan's mouth, his jawline and neck. Then his hand travels down to grab at his, place it over his own growing bulge. Ryan has to do something, too, starting by taking his clothes out of the way.]

Get to work.

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