“Touch me. Please. I’ve gotta come. I need it. Help me. Please, please,” he moans, and Colton is almost positive the submissive likes begging. He might also like denial, considering what he usually endures.
“Sweetheart, that’s not the deal. I’ll be here with you. It’s gonna happen. We just gotta wait for it.”
Graham shoves back, almost topples off Colton and back to the floor, but Colton grabs him, drags him forward again. Graham’s cock spurts weakly at the rough treatment. His cock isn’t just red now; it’s dark and angry, bruised looking. He’s so swollen and hard that Colton wants to gently pet him until he comes. Pet him until Graham twitches, struggles, and finally comes again.
But he can’t do any of that.
5
“It’s alright. I’m here,” Colton whispers. “You’re doing so well, baby.”
“I’m cold,” Graham whispers. It’s a sign that he’s dropping.
Colton kisses him hard enough to sting. “Give it up, baby,” he growls and nips at Graham’s lips until he whines, struggles, and finally goes lax.
Graham pushes himself off of Colton’s chest and looks down to see a puddle of come on the cloth. His cock is wet and shiny.
“Good boy,” Colton says and grabs Graham by the thighs, digs his fingers in, and Graham arches his hips, cock straining forward in need.
“Please!” Graham gasps.
“Easy. We’ll get you there,” Colton promises. He slides his hands to Graham’s ass, encouraging him to rock forward and back. “Slow, gentle.”
“Is this… is this what you’d want?” Graham asks, sounding broken. “Tell me. If I was—if I was really yours? And I was riding you like this? Is that—would you like it?”
How can Graham be so uncertain? So insecure when everything he says and does is perfect? When he’s gorgeous as hell? Every Dominant he meets must want to have him.
And then Colton’s lost in the idea behind the question. He can’t touch Graham, he can’t bury himself in the tight, welcoming heat of his body, but he can tell him what he’d do if he had the chance. And fuck, does he want to.
“If you were really mine? Oh sweetheart, yeah. You’d always start out slow and gentle on my cock. I’m big, baby. We might train you up for it. You’d come home from your mission and you’d already be wearing a dilator. The moment you got on that plane to come home to me you’d start stretching your hole. As soon as you finish one mission, you’ve got another. Getting ready for me.”
He kisses Graham, forcing his tongue into his mouth, and he can’t stop talking, making promises, needing Graham to know just how good it could be between them if there was more after this. Can he convince him to let them try?
“That’s all you’d be thinking about, sweetheart. Getting ready for my cock. I’d come in you so fucking fast. We wouldn’t make it to the bed. I’d fuck you against the door, breed you in the entryway. You’d be so relieved if you made it to the couch before I shoved into you. A hard breeding with lots of praise to get you as far away from a drop as we can. The sooner you get my come in you the better. Flood you up, and then get you all clean and fed, tucked up into bed.”
Graham whimpers. “Would you… would you use me in the night?”
“You’d beg me to stop. Every time I woke up, I’d want to be in you again. We’d have all night. That’s when you could have it slow and sweet. If that’s what you want.”
“I wouldn’t want you to stop. I know it.” Graham’s breathing is frantic, his face is flushed, and he’s shifting on Colton’s lap,moving so his balls squish against Colton’s thigh. Graham grinds down painfully hard.
“That’s where you like it rough, sweetheart? Is that where the pain turns into pleasure for you?”
Graham drops his gaze, shy and sweet. His lower lip pouts. It isn’t a denial. “I didn’t think… I like it when you call me sweetheart.”
Colton groans, wanting him. “You’re a fucking dream, I swear. Should we help those pretty balls,sweetheart?My little honeypot.”
He jerks Graham forward and back with a hand clenched in his shirt and the other on his hip, guiding him into the position he’s convinced they both want.
Graham cries out, incoherent and lost as his balls are painfully compressed.
He keeps Graham there for an endless moment, letting the painful pressure build.
Graham is holding his breath. His cock leaks steadily, the answer to whether or not he likes the rough treatment.
“That’s what you need, isn’t it, baby?” Colton says and backs off, giving him a break.
Graham gasps and shudders. “Yeah. I do. I love it there. Like that,” he confesses, voice rough.
