[dom!shane/sub!ryan, missing scene, explicit]
no archive warnings apply; season/series 04; plot what plot/porn without plot; humiliation; under-negotiated kink; fear kink; daddy kink
In a matter of hours, Shane has either learned or admitted to knowing most of Ryan’s major kinks, and Ryan has no clue why Shane isn’t bothered. Ryan’s certainly bothered, in more ways than one.
He checks his phone, tired and emotionally deflated. Shane’s been downstairs for half an hour, ostensibly using the bathroom and brushing his teeth. He never takes thirty minutes to do either. Grumbling, Ryan throws off the covers, mashing the camera’s off button before walking down the attic stairs and grabbing the doorknob. No need to film an empty room.
Before he can open the door more than an inch, it pushes shut from the other side, and Ryan hears the definitive click of the lock sliding into place.
“Shane?”
No answer.
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