Graham pauses. Seems to be thinking, eyes still closed. His nostrils flare. And then he cries out and his face presses into Colton’s crotch, nuzzles the hard length of him as a hand goesback, presses against the plug inside him. His hips jerk. “Can I? Can I?” He’s frantic, using his mouth to get into Colton’s underwear, desperate for his cock. “I can come if you give me your cock!”
Which is true. The act of submission would doubtless push him over the edge. And that is the priority. But it seems more than a little self-serving to agree. “I’m not sure you want it enough. Come, Graham. Prove to me that you want it,” he rasps, stalling for time.
Graham’s pressing rhythmically against the plug and shifting it inside himself, and his cock is dripping. Finally,finally,his body has gotten with the program, trying to get rid of the toxin buildup.
Graham cries out, comes hard, his cock dripping in thick spurts onto the cot. He nurses at Colton’s cock through the thin fabric of his underwear. It’s heaven and hell. Colton doesn’t want it to end—he wants more. He’d give anything to have his cock take the place of that plug.
“Come here,” Colton demands and Graham moves hastily to comply. He lies on top of Colton, groans in frustration. Colton’s cock would groan in frustration, too, if it could.
“Why aren’t you on top of me? Why aren’tyoutouchingme? What do I have to do to have you? Tell me. Please.” Graham’s voice is shaking, and he’s distressed and grieving.
Colton swallows against the knot of pain rising in his throat. Graham is so sweet, so perfect. Colton wishes he were good enough for him. Wishes Graham was desperate enough to look past his failings. But he isn’t. And when Graham gets past this and feels better, then he’s going to think about what Colton did here, and it’s going to be hard enough to explain himself.
“I love watching you,” Colton offers, having to give Graham some reassurance. “I… I want you to come again. Come on me and then I’ll take you.”
Which is a lie. Colton has to make sure that’s a lie.
Graham makes a low sound of need and pushes back clumsily, buries his head against Colton’s stomach, opens his mouth and breathes in Colton’s scent while working the plug in his ass. Colton’s never seen anything so beautiful. Graham strokes his own cock with his free hand and he’s a picture of devotion, of single-minded focus. A devotee.
His head is pressed against Colton’s stomach for balance, his mouth nursing Colton’s weeping cock through the fabric as Graham works his own cock and his hole with his hands. He’s going to come so Colton will take him. That’s what he wants, what he’s striving for.
It takes Colton two tries to say “Here” and get Graham to suck on his fingers instead of his cock. Out of the corner of his eye he can tell Mack is back. He picks up the cock ring and hands it back to Colton with a stern look.
Colton makes Graham pause and sit back, gets the ring back onto Graham’s shaft. Graham swears at the sensation and makes a guttural sound.
“Fuck, too much. Sir. Sir! Too much.”
Uncertain, he looks to Mack, who rolls his eyes and shakes his head firmly.
“You’re fine. This is good for you,” Colton says. He can’t trust himself but he can trust Mack.
Mack nods, gives him a thumbs-up, and walks out the door. “Wait! Don’t go! What do I do?”
Mack peers back into the room. “You fuck him. He’s jizzing all over the place and begging for your cock. Unless you don’t want him, you’re crossing the line into cruelty. A Dominant takes care of his sub,” he says and closes the door again.
The buzzing of the cock ring is a quiet hum. It isn’t long before Graham’s breathing becomes hitched. His hand is hovering over his cock, not touching himself but wanting to.The ring is pressed snugly under the big vein running down the length of his cock, and his cock is hard and dark, stuffed full and eager to spill.
“Come, Graham. Show me.”
Graham grips himself, jerks himself off, eyes squeezed tight against the feeling. “H-hurts,” he whispers, wanting praise.
“There you go. Look at you hurting for me. I’m proud of you. So good.”
Graham’s response is electric. He sucks Colton’s fingers back into his mouth, almost biting him in his enthusiasm. He arches his ass up as if he wants the plug deeper. Or as if he wants Colton to slide into his ass instead. The Dominant in him sees it as an offer.
Within moments Graham is coming between them, ragged and low.
“Perfect. Beautiful.”
“I can… if you want,” Graham whimpers, and there are tears at the corner of his eyes. “I’ll do it again. For you. Even though I need your cock so bad.” His hand is still moving on his cock, grip looser. “I just have to know you want me.”
“You’re all I want. I swear. I promise,” Colton says and has to swallow down the emotion rising within him.
Graham cries out, comes again, and clutches Colton, wrapping tight around him even as his body continues to be tortured with vibrations.
“There you go. That’s it. You fall to me. I’ve got you, sweetheart,” Colton says.
Graham is shaking, trembling. His cock is still leaking and his balls are tight and red. The overstimulation must be intensely painful. But Graham is slipping into a good headspace, and Colton strokes his back, tells him how lovely he is.
