“Shh, it’s alright,” he says, easing back.
“No, harder. So much fucking harder,” he says and laughs as if he’s stunned at how good it is. Their eyes meet for just a moment and then Graham hurriedly drops his gaze.
“Good boy. Shy, too.”
Colton presses hard, right on top of Graham’s submissive glands. He keeps up a steady pressure and knows the exact moment Graham’s muscles start to relax.
“That’s so good,” Graham breathes, sounding like Colton is doing something far more intimate. “I want you inside me. It’s all I’ve been thinking about since you left.”
“What about it do you want? To feel impaled, to have ithurt,to be close to me? What?” he asks, fingers stroking along the sides of Graham’s neck. It’s a question he’s had and didn’t think he’d ever get an answer to.
“I don’t know. Just… you,” he says. He swallows and Colton feels the movement against his fingers. Everything Graham does is a turn-on.
He kisses Graham’s jaw, puts a hand on his ass, right between his cheeks, and presses his fingers against his hole as much as he can.
In the beginning, it will be very important that he check in constantly to make sure he’s meeting Graham’s needs. That’s the only way to make sure he gives him the experience he wants. Does Graham want pain or pleasure when he thinks of Colton inside him?
Graham’s masochistic tendencies can’t be ignored. The way he came from being penetrated without lubrication, the roughness of the stimulation he preferred on his balls, those are clues and Colton would be doing them both a disservice if he ignored them.
Graham grinds forward with a groan, cock hard as he presses it against Colton’s hip. Then he gasps at the pain of his cock pressing against bone. Colton takes his fingers away and Graham whimpers at the loss.
“Did you get lonely? Is this mine?” Colton murmurs. He presses firmly and Graham responds eagerly, rutting against Colton’s hip bone as if he’s chasing his orgasm.
The more it hurts, the louder Graham gets.
Colton braces himself against the power of Graham’s thrusts. Goddamn, it has to hurt. And Graham is falling apart, shuddering and close to coming. If Graham can come, then he’s going to let him. Graham’s whole life is defined by his inability to submit and come.
“If you can come?—”
Graham stops. Tries to take a step back. Colton’s arms keep him close.
“I’ve got you,” he says and turns the hold into a hug.
“Someone is coming,” Graham says and steps out of his embrace. He squeezes his cock, trying to adjust himself before the others arrive.
“Yeah,” Colton agrees, frustrated at the interruption, and gives himself a squeeze, too. “When this is over I want to take care of you.”
Graham casts him a glance from under his lashes. “What if I can’t come?”
“I’m not worried about that.”
“What about… Would you…” Graham blushes.
“Are you asking me if I’m going to come when we’re together?”
Graham turns pink. “Yes.”
“How important is it to you?”
Graham barks out a laugh. “More important than—I don’t know. But it’s important. To me. Last time you didn’t and I’ve thought about that. Regretted it.”
Of course he did. He’s submissive.
“Does it feel like everything, Graham? Theonlything that matters?” Colton asks, certain of the answer.
Graham nods sharply, as if he’s ashamed to admit it.
“Then yes, no matter what happens, we’ll make sure I come this time.”
