Graham thinks about it for a few breaths. “I don’t want to risk hurting you. Better be… safe.” He puts his hands behind his back.
The doctor pulls out cuffs from a bag she brought in with her and snaps them onto Graham’s wrists. She pulls out another larger set and secures them around his ankles. A final setconnects the two together. Like he’s hog-tied while sitting on Colton’s lap.
“It’s policy for me to leave you condoms and lubricant.”
“That’s not necessary,” he says.
She shrugs. Policy. She also leaves a couple of cloths beside him. “The drug will ensure he spends copiously. It can be a mess.” She readies the syringe.
Colton presses his forehead to Graham’s, and Graham makes a sound when the needle slides into his arm.
“You’re alright. It’s done. You were perfect,” Colton says.
Graham’s still breathing Colton in like he’s oxygen and they’re on the damned moon.
The doctor puts the syringe away and leaves them there.
Graham is quiet and very still. Eventually, he lifts his head off Colton’s shoulder and the way he lingers, his lips so close to Colton’s, makes it clear what he wants.
This isn’t about me,Colton reminds himself sternly.
Graham looks down at Colton’s lap. He swallows. “You’re hard.”
“I’m exercising restraint, not dead,” Colton says with a smile.
Graham blushes, glances at him and away. So sweet and submissive that Colton has to distract himself so he doesn’t make assumptions and act. His instincts are telling him to grip Graham by the neck, kiss him hard, bite his lip until he bleeds, and fuck him over and over again until they both come dry.
Which is not going to happen.
“Fair enough,” Graham says. He exhales shakily. “Thank you for staying. For doing this.”
“It’s an honor. And as you can tell, I’m into it. Not to be too forward, but I, uh, wish this was happening under different circumstances. Like, because you had a choice, and it wasn’t to avoid a bad drop.”
“You saying you’re not scared away yet? From a submissive that won’t let you grip them properly, can’t come, and is scared of pain?”
“That’s not…” He wants to say it isn’t true, but it kind of is, and he doesn’t want to invalidate Graham’s experiences and feelings. “The grip requires trust, and I’m guessing you’ve had a lot of Dominants show you they don’t deserve trust. You are, apparently, going to come if we wait here long enough, and you’re not scared ofallpain. You’re scared of pain that mimics prior trauma. That’s normal. So, no, I’m not scared away. At all.”
“You’re here because Fein brought you here,” Graham says, and he rolls his shoulders, the cuffs clinking gently. The sound echoes faintly around the space, and it hits Colton with sudden clarity that this beautiful man is going to come while sitting on his lap, and any sounds he makes will be gloriously magnified. He loves noisy partners. Keeping himself from succumbing to the lust between them is going to be difficult.
Colton clears his throat, attempts to shift the barest amount, his own arousal uncomfortable.
“Am I heavy?”
“No. You’re perfect,” Colton says.
Graham rolls his eyes. “You’ve already said that.”
“It’s still true.”
“It’s only been an hour, so you have plenty of time to change your mind.”
“An hour? Seems longer, I must say.” He runs his fingers through Graham’s hair, pleased when he closes his eyes in pleasure.
“Yeah? You feel like you’ve known me your whole life?” Graham mumbles, so relaxed that the defensiveness of the question loses a lot of its sting.
“No, I’m not trying to feed you a line or something. It’s just that this is… intimate.” He catches Graham’s gaze. “For both of us.”
Graham shifts again, right to left, forward and back, the smallest hints of movement.
