“You okay?”
“Fine,” Graham says, blushing.
“We should talk about what’s going to happen while we can. I still can’t believe the cuffs are necessary. Right now, it seems unlikely.”
“I dunno. Not sure I’ve ever known how to do anything besides fight. And I hate the fucking drops.”
“So, if I touch you wrong, there might be a problem? What shouldn’t I do?”
Graham frowns, thinking. “Um, the neck. Don’t grip me there. And don’t bite my neck. No biting at all.”
Colton hums in agreement. That’s easy enough. Though Graham would look beautiful covered in bite marks.
“I don’t want to be hit. Or punched. I don’t want to bleed. I don’t—” His agitation is increasing.
Colton stops him with a gentle touch to his shoulders, palms lightly pressing against his flesh in order to ground him in the moment.
“Let’s start over. How about I tell you what I think would work, and you tell me if my suggestions sound like anything you might enjoy? And if not, then we come up with something else. Okay?”
Graham nods, a flush rising up his cheeks.
“You’re going to become aroused and come on my lap. I’ve been given cloths, so at some point I’ll be opening your pants and taking your cock out. I won’t touch it more than necessary because the point of the shot is so that you can come without a Dominant’s touch. Is that right?”
Graham swallows, chews his lip, and takes a while to answer. It’s taking him so long that Colton is pretty sure the arousal is hitting Graham hard.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“You being close to me is important. That’s why we’re trying this. Because me being close feels good, right?”
“Yeah. That’s right,” he says, and his gaze is back on Colton’s lips.
“And I’ll want you close, too. If I could do whatIwanted to you, then I would touch your arms, your thighs, and your face.” He thinks. “Your back too, probably.”
“My ass?”
Colton tries to read him. “Anal play is out. You’re not in a place to consent to such a thing. It’s too far outside of what you’ve previously preferred.”
“You mean being tied up and left alone in a hospital room?”
“Yes,” he says, meeting Graham’s gaze. It’s an insane way to live. Is it some extreme form of masochism? Well, it can’t be, because his levels don’t improve for days and the drugs are required.
Graham shifts again. Exhales in a rush. “What about… putting your hands on, um… outside… outside the fabric?” he asks, and he shifts again.
The drug is taking effect and Graham is becoming restless with the forced arousal. Under different circumstances it would be incredibly arousing to watch him burn with the need to come.
Colton drags his attention back to the moment. Touching Graham’s ass. Over the fabric. Which Graham wants.
“Okay. But if you say no at any point or seem like you don’t like something, I’ll stop doing it. Understand?”
“Yes. Thank you,” he says, sincere.
“What about kissing?”
“That, um, that should be good.” Graham closes his eyes for a long moment. He takes in a breath, exhales. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want.” He licks his lips. “Maybe, um, could you stop asking me questions? Once I’m pretty far along, then just act. I’m still a bit submissive, at least. Even if I’ve got most of it wrong.” He sounds embarrassed.
Colton files that bit of information away to think about later.
“It’s difficult, that’s all,” Colton says, and his hand comes up, cups Graham’s cheek. He brushes his thumb across Graham’s lower lip. “Stop saying you’re wrong. As a Dominant with some experience, I can tell you that I’ve been hard as a rock since we were on that bench. You’re definitely doing a lot right.”
