“One or two?” he asks.
“Two,” Graham says and Colton rubs two fingers gently over Graham’s hole. Graham grinds down and Colton sinks in to the first knuckle. Which was not the plan and likely hurts something awful. He needs lube.
Before he can withdraw his fingers, Graham slams down on him as hard as he can. He cries out at the pain and comes, thick jets of it spilling all over Colton’s shirt, even up to his chin. It goes on forever and Graham continues to grind against Colton’s rough fingers.
His passage is contracting hard, wanting Colton’s fingers out, muscles so tight and resistant that Colton wonders if the pressure would be unpleasant on his cock.
He’d be willing to take the risk.
Grahamcamefrom that. No lube. Fingers forced into him hard. What else does Graham like? Denial, cock and ball torture, and rough anal play. Those things are obvious now. But Graham is deeply submissive, as far out at the edge of the spectrum as he is.
Fear.
The way he reacted to a tiny prick of a needle. Is that part of his designation, too?
Graham continues to grind and force Colton’s fingers deeper, spilling endlessly, soaking them both with come. Finally, it’s over and Graham trembles on his lap.
The relief is temporary. He already knows Graham isn’t done.
6
Colton is unbearably hard now and his cock is insistent and painful. God, he wishes he could shove Graham down to the floor and fuck his mouth or come on his face. He forces the idea away. It isn’t happening.
“How are you, sweetheart?”
Graham blinks his eyes open. “Please make me come again. Like this,” he asks, soft and hazy.
“Like what?”
“Full. I love your fingers in me.”
“Rest against me for a minute first.”
A few minutes pass and Colton finally has enough control of himself to think about Graham’s request. It’d be good for him. And maybe the drug is still riding him. He doesn’t want to leave Graham to suffer. “You want to come again, baby?”
Graham clenches on Colton’s fingers in answer. His eyes are closed.
“Okay. Alright. Hey, clean my chin up,” Colton demands. “You made a mess of me.”
Graham leans forward, little kitten licks as he cleans up his own come off Colton’s chin. It’s cooled, is undoubtedlyunpleasant, but Graham doesn’t even hesitate. He’s been given a task and he obeys unquestioningly.
“Lovely boy,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to Graham’s forehead before Graham slips lower, awkwardly cleaning Colton’s neck where a heavy splash of come has slipped down his throat and into the neck of his shirt.
Graham spreads his legs and arches his back. His ass is up and offered, Colton’s fingers hooked into him. It has the added bonus of making sure Graham doesn’t fall off the chair.
“Think you need a hook in that ass, don’t you, sweetheart?”
Graham clenches at the idea.
“Look at you. You’re perfect. The way you smell and taste, how sweet you are, and how responsive. You came so hard for me. Sogood,” he says while Graham drifts. He means it. God, he wishes this man was his. He would be constantly challenging and rewarding. He wants to know Graham. And he wants to take him apart and put him back together again.
It isn’t that simple.
Graham got stuck with Colton because he was dropping and the director can’t wait a week and a half for the submissive to get himself together after a vicious drop.
After this, he’ll likely never see Graham again.
He worries about whether or not he overstepped, or if Graham will be upset when this is over and he’s come back to himself.
