Time passes.
Graham’s cock is still hard. He kisses Colton’s neck, nuzzling and making soft sounds of need. He’d relaxed internally when he’d gone into subspace and it’s been easy to keep his fingers buried in Graham, but now that Graham is wanting to come again, it’s almost torture to know that this is how Graham’s ass would feel on his cock and that he can’t have it.
They’re almost done here.
But not yet.
Graham wants to come again, and Colton wants to make him.
He kisses Graham aggressively and presses his fingers deeper. Graham grunts and shifts forward with the momentum. His cock spills at the rough treatment, and Graham grinds back, always wanting more, until Colton pulls him forward with his hooked fingers.
“Harder,” Graham demands, because he loves the pain. Maybe not all pain, but painthere. Anal submission would likely be a necessity for Graham to be content and balanced.
“Make me come this way,” he pleads.
Graham is so dry he doesn’t dare. If Graham regrets this later, the painful reminder of a sore ass will be the last thing he wants.
Colton jerks him off instead, a slow, repetitive motion, pressing deep at the base of his cock and twisting up over the head. Muscles contract weakly against his fingers, which are still buried in the submissive’s passage.
Graham breathes harshly, begs to come with soft whispers and his gaze fixed on Colton’s face. He’s sweet and perfect. Colton takes care of him, all of it gentle and rough at the same time.
Graham is sweet and weak, willing to endure and taking whatever touch he’s given. And Colton is rough, his grip hard and dry, a hand job so awful it would make his own cock go soft if he was on the receiving end. But it’s perfect for this submissive and his craving for pain and domination.
This is the submissive he could be.
“There you are. So goddamned sweet and easy now. Jesus, look at you. Receptive and good. I’m proud of you. Taking what I give you and wanting more,” he murmurs.
“Thank you. I—can I?”
“Yeah, honey. Come for me. Be a good boy and give it up for me now. Look at you, coming on command like the perfect sub. I think you are, Graham.”
Graham clenches and comes like a wave is moving through his body, pulsing slow and thick over him. He strips Graham’s cock again, grabs a cloth, and wipes him up gently.
Graham murmurs gratefully, dozes against Colton, and finally Colton’s arm cramps too much and he kisses Graham’s cheek, waking him up. He shifts him forward, pulls his fingers out of Graham’s ass, and Graham moans unhappily.
“Need you in me.”
“We’ve done enough, sweetheart. You were perfect. Amazing.”
“Let me suck you. Please. Want your cock. And I want to thank you. Please?”
He swallows hard, forcing himself not to answer right away. He wants Graham to suck his cock, wants to use him that way. He’d overpower him, go deep and be as selfish as possible so Graham would know just how much he’d turned his Dominant on.
See what I need from you? See what you make me do?
“No, we can’t,” he manages to say, the words pulled from him slowly. A torture to say no. “That’s not part of the plan, baby.”Yeah, ‘cause I did such a good job with the plan, he thinks.
The door opens and the doctor comes in. She unlocks Graham’s wrists and then his feet. Graham groans, slips to the floor, buries his face in Colton’s crotch.
“Can I?” he asks softly. Totally uncaring that the doctor is there with them. “You’re so big and hard. You need it,” he begs.
“No, I’m sorry, Graham.” Not baby, not sweetheart or honey or whatever else he’d said in the heat of the moment.
Colton puts a hand in Graham’s hair comfortingly, lets him stay resting while the doctor hands Colton the monitor.
Graham offers his finger when prompted, rolls his cheek against the hard bar of Colton’s cock. He’s playing with himself absently, oblivious to everything around them. There’s no change of expression when Colton pricks Graham’s finger. His fear is gone. Interesting. The color comes back a dark green.
“Well, that’s amazing. Bright, light green is normal. He’s close. I’ve never seen him this stable. You pulled him out of the drop. A good night’s sleep and he might just be okay. Private, you’re a miracle worker.” She must see the disagreement on his face. “He usually stays in the hospital for days. He’s ashamed and sad. I’ve never seen someone drop harder.”
