Graham doesn’t know what to do. He wants to leave and he wants to get Colton off as well. He wants to question everything and get some sort of proof that Colton means what he says. He doesn’t want to be dismissed and used like some sort of toy. Heneeds to be kept. Graham shifts on his feet, balls getting full as his cock begins to harden.
A toy. An object. A hand. “You’re going to use me,” Graham whispers and tries to stay annoyed. Despite himself, lust spills through him at the idea.I don’t want it, he thinks, and a wave of nausea rolls through him. The moment Colton is near him it’s difficult to lie to himself.
“Tighter,” Colton says, and Graham obeys, begins to jerk him off like Colton wants. Colton’s eyes are closed, his hands all over Graham like he’s just there for Colton’s pleasure, touching, groping, squeezing. It makes Graham hard and excited, appeals to him in a way he doesn’t really understand but fuck, it’s good.Use me, he thinks. His nipple is pinched hard and Graham rocks forward on his toes, moaning quietly.
“Pretty nips. I want to put you in clamps.”
Graham’s stomach twists at the idea, both excited and afraid. He’s pinched again, the little bud pulled hard and squeezed harshly. “Yes,” Graham hisses, the pain morphing into pleasure almost instantly.
Colton nips him hard on the lip, demanding his attention. Graham tightens his grip, kisses Colton’s neck, and focuses on the hard cock in his hand. Colton groans low, the sound echoing around them and reverberating off the tiles. “There you go. Good boy. That’s what I need from you,” he says, and Graham puts a hand out to the wall to brace himself, to stay upright when it feels like he’s just had a ton of bricks dropped onto him.
Colton chuckles, thrusts hard into Graham’s fist, pursuing his orgasm. Graham is falling apart somehow, his body thrumming with the sense that this is too much and not enough. His own cock is hard and he isn’t quite sure why, but his breathing is uneven and he needs his Dominant to come. Needs him to be satisfied. More than anything, that’s what he suddenly wants.
“Please, Colton. Please.” He doesn’t even know what he’s asking for. How is it getting twisted around? How come he’s slipping into submission?
“What do you want, sweetheart? Want me to come on your face?”
“I don’t… maybe. I don’t know. What do you want?”
Colton chuckles. “There you are, sweetheart. I’ve got you. All you need to do is please me. And you do. You are. So good. There are times to talk and there are times for you to shut up and make me come. You need to be a good slut for me now. Take care of me and then we’ll talk. Get down on your fucking knees,” Colton demands, and Graham tries to stop himself from doing it, he really does, but it’s difficult, the need to obey overwhelming. He keeps himself upright for several heartbeats, each one an agony, time crawling by, an invisible weight pressing down on him, urging him to obey.
“Beautiful,” Colton says, though Graham has no idea why.
Colton squeezes Graham’s pec, hard and careless, a mound of flesh to be squeezed and used, and Graham goes down to his knees.
He’s athing. He’s here for Colton’s pleasure. Colton needs to use him now. That’s… everything. It’s a fundamental part of him and Colton wants that.Give in, Colton said. Graham sits down on his heels for a moment, practically sways, wants to lie down on the ground and kiss Colton’s feet, just be near him and warmed by him. Can he love him already? Does he? Is that possible when they’ve only just met? The water is irrelevant. Everything is background noise except for Colton above him, perfect and demanding.
“There you go. You just let it all go. I’m everything right now. All that matters.”
He is. He fucking is. Gravity pulls him forward and he’s licking Colton’s cock, what he can reach of it around theircombined hands. When did that happen? Wasn’t Graham the only one touching Colton?
“God, you’re gorgeous. Open your mouth. Swallow what you catch. Here, sweetheart. This will make you feel better. I want to give this to you.”
The very idea that Colton’s come is going to make him feel better infuriates some distant part of himself that he can usually reach. But not now. Now his own cock is straining, hard and yet unimportant. Colton is all that matters. The weight of Colton’s desire is heavy, almost oppressive. Graham’s not sure he could get up and leave even if he wanted to.
And then he understands thatthisis what Colton means when he says it’s symbiotic. Colton using him now, forcing him to do this when it isn’t exactly what Graham wants, is perfect and confusing. It’s horrible and necessary and he doesn’t want anything else besides this feeling, him diminished to Colton’s desire.
“Oh fuck, you’re gonna make me come. You still annoyed, baby doll?” And he chuckles.
He’s an asshole.
And Graham is on his knees for him, and Colton needs to come, so Graham is going to do what he can to make that happen because he is Colton’s. He wants to be. He wants that more than he wants to argue or be right.
Graham grabs Colton’s thighs, holding on, supporting himself as he gives in completely. He doesn’t want to be anyone, anywhere, or anything else but a receptacle on his knees for this man. His skin prickles and he struggles to drag in a breath, feels like he’s drowning. And Colton is his air, is filling in the cracks and choking him.
Colton’s dominance crashes over him and he gives into it completely. He seems to go away and remain at once. His mouth is open, waiting, and Colton comes in thick spurts on Graham’stongue, angles his cock so he comes on Graham’s nose too before one last weak pulse marks his eyebrow. When Colton’s finished he wipes his cock across Graham’s forehead.
“Thank you, baby. That was good. I feel better now.” He looks down at Graham. Lowers himself and puts a hand on Graham’s cock. Graham shudders, almost comes from the light touch, and Colton hums deep in his throat. “How could I want anyone else when I can have you? Fucking perfect, needy as hell, and look at you, look how hard you are now just because you were good to me when you didn’t want to be. You can come, sweetheart. Whenever you want.”
“Tighter,” he begs.
“No,” Colton says, resolute.
Graham whimpers. Closes his eyes.
“How about this?” Colton says, and a finger slides behind his balls to his hole and presses hard and deep, shoving into him dry. His body seizes and he comes hard as he falls forward onto Colton, lets him support his weight as he slips further into dark quiet.
“That’s my sweet little pain slut. I can own you this way, honey.”
