Graham turns his head, presses his cheek into Colton’s palm affectionately. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
Graham shifts again, and this time he groans, low and quiet.
Colton looks at Graham’s lap, sees the wet patch has grown significantly. And he’s hard, the glans visibly straining against the fabric.
“You’re gonna have to take me out soon. The fabric, it’s uncomfortable.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you.” He puts his hands on Graham’s thighs, runs them up and down the large, hard muscles.
Graham’s head drops forward onto Colton’s shoulder. He breathes Colton in deeply, tries to nuzzle closer. “Anything I shouldn’t do to you?” Graham asks, nuzzling into Colton’s neck, sucking Colton’s skin into his mouth and tasting him. It’s beyond distracting.
“No, I’m okay, sweetheart. Pretty sure I’ll like anything you wanna do to me. And if it’s a problem, I’ll say.”
“You’ll say. You’lltell me.” He sounds like he’s dreaming.
“Yeah, I will. You’re gonna do what I want because you’re good, aren’t you?”
Thighs clench against him in response. Graham sighs into his neck. Colton moves his hands up to Graham’s arms and Graham whimpers, tries to grind closer, cuffs clinking loudly.
“Please,please.Take me out now.”
Colton unbuttons Graham’s pants.
“Fuck. Yeah,” Graham gasps.
Colton brushes his hand against Graham’s hard cock, grazing it as he opens his clothing. Graham groans in relief as his underwear is eased out of the way.
“There you are, honey. What a pretty cock,” he says, because it’s true. A good size, darkly flushed with arousal. Come beads at the head of his shaft, slicks down Colton’s hand as he wraps it around Graham’s cock and gets him into the open air.
Graham exhales with an explosive breath, trembling with the effort to hold himself still and not thrust into Colton’s grip.
“Better?” Colton asks and lets go. The cock bobs between them, then lies flush against Graham’s stomach, twitching with each uneven breath. The strain Graham is under is both beautiful and distressing. He wants to help Graham, give him pleasure and relief.
“Want you to touch me again. Your hand felt so good.”
Colton ignores the possible invitation. Graham will come untouched; that’s the plan and what he’s used to. If he wants to gain Graham’s trust, he can’t do the things he wants. “You have a very beautiful cock.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“No, I’m serious.” He reaches over, grabbing a cloth. “Can we get you up so I can put this under you?”
Graham’s eyes are closed and he’s still burrowing into Colton as much as he can. “Don’t need it yet. Too soon.”
“Sweetheart, you’re dripping and making a mess everywhere. I think it’s time.”
Graham pushes back, looks down at his cock. It pulses from the faint attention, and then he’s looking at Colton with something like fear in his eyes.
“This isn’t how it normally goes. It usually takes a lot longer. Fuck, I’m sohard.” He lifts his hips up and Colton puts a cloth under him.
Colton puts another over his own lap. He’d offer to wipe off Graham’s shaft, but he’s not supposed to touch, so he lets it be, watches as come slides down onto Graham’s balls and the front of Colton’s pants.
“Gorgeous,” Colton says, his own cock throbbing at the sight of this beautiful man, tied up and with only his engorged cock out. “Obscene,” he murmurs, utterly captivated by the sight. Graham should be bred hard over the arm of the chair.
Graham grunts and tugs hard against the cuffs, thrusts his hips forward. “Hurts. Hurts. It always does, but, ugh, it’s so much with you here. I know you could make me. Please. Please,make me,” he begs and kisses Colton’s jaw, up to his ear, and back down to the point of Colton’s chin.
“You’re okay. I’m here with you. I’ll take care of you, Graham. We’ll get through this.” He rubs his hands over Graham’s chest. The desire pouring off of Graham is electric. His hips rock, as if he’s actually riding Colton. Which is such a sexy thought that Colton grunts, has to put a hand over his own straining erection and press hard against it.
