“I don’t know,” he whimpers and tries to lift his arms, suddenly wanting to fight and protect himself. Or grab Colton and haul him closer. It’s confusing, everything a contradiction. He doesn’t know himself. That’s the problem.
“Shh. Sweet thing. There’s still more, baby. Tell me how much it hurts you, sweetheart,” he whispers, as if it’s a secret between them.
It might be the most beautiful thing Graham has ever heard. Colton must want him then. “Can’t. Too much,” he whispers, twining their fingers together and trying to get Colton to move faster and use him harder.
“Oh, here we go. Fuck. I’m gonna bottom out, baby. There,there,” he moans, and he’s flush against Graham’s ass, balls resting against his taint. He pulls out an inch and slams back home, a threat of what is to come.
Graham releases, a wave of submission coursing through him, and he yells.
“Let it out. There you are. How long has it been since you took a real cock, baby?”
“Years,” Graham confesses. That’s how long it’s been since he’s had the real thing. But it’s never been like this.
Colton moans as he pulls out. “That explains it then. Feel like a virgin, baby.”
Graham’s mouth is open in a wordless cry as Colton pulls out of him, the drag of his cock a sweet, endless torture. He pops free and Graham sobs at the loss.
His ass clenches on nothing, the pain registering in a different way now that Colton has left him. A throbbing ache instead of sharp pain. Another cold glob of lube is spilled onto his hole and Colton’s cock is back, heavy, huge, and hot.
“Yes! Please, please,” Graham says, eyes open, trying to see Colton behind him.
Colton licks his lips, his nostrils flare, and his eyes are bright as they make contact. “This is all for you, honey.” He presses in again and Graham cries out, aware that he can’t stop his Dominant even if he wanted to. He’s too vulnerable. Colton is too far gone.
There’s no way Colton can leave him now. A wave of sensation goes through him, and Graham feels his cock release, a gush of wetness soaking the cot under him. Just from the idea of Colton being his, needing Graham just as much as Graham needs him.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” Colton growls through gritted teeth. “You wanna clench on me, sweetheart?”
“Sir!” It’s too much.
He’s spanked on the ass and he yelps. “I want that from you. Clench up on me now, baby.”
It takes him a second to gather the will to obey. As soon as he does, Colton slams home hard.
Graham yells, back arching up, but Colton rides him back down to the cot.
Colton moans happily, buried all the way again, his weight heavy and oppressive and perfect. He grinds deeper, wanting every last bit of space in Graham’s body. And that hurts so bad itsteals his breath. Then Graham’s coming, cock spilling and balls contracting, riding the pain his Dominant is giving him.
When he can breathe again, Graham whimpers.
“That’s what my baby needed, isn’t it? My little pain slut. Was that where we went wrong, baby? You don’t need more care, but less? Need me to show you I care by using you hard and often? I can do that. Don’t you fucking doubt it. I can ride you endlessly. I feel you shaking under me. Close to going down. If I fuck you too hard now, you’ll just disappear on me. It will become a blur of pain, and you’ll go soft and pliant down into that happy place. That’s not how I want you. Not yet. I’m greedy, Graham. I want to keep you with me as long as I can. You don’t get to leave me by going down yet. Clench now, sweetheart. I’m gonna pull out and you’re gonna keep making me feel good by squeezing, and we’re going to ruin your little hole, alright? Go on, sweetheart.”
He places an open-mouthed kiss on Graham’s throat like they’re two teenagers necking.
Innocent and fun.
Hot tears slip down his cheeks, the wet mess cooling beneath him. Disgusting. Base. He’s never felt more fragile. Mortal. His nose is stuffed. He doesn’t know how long it’s been, but he already feels so much better. Tired but good. And he wants Colton to feel good, too. Wants to be the best he could ever have. “Use me. Whatever you want,” he mumbles.
Colton pulls back out while Graham clenches. His Dominant moans in pleasure, Graham’s passage burning as he resists. He slips out of Graham’s hole and his hands dig into Graham’s cheeks as he pulls them wide apart, staring at his throbbing place. Colton groans lowly, then spits on him, two fingers pressing it inside, careless of his rim. It’s intense and beautiful.
“You want me,” Graham says, having no choice but to believe it.
He’s wanteddesperately. In the moment, that’s all he knows. The pain is proof of desire. And if he takes it, then he’s good.
And all he wants is to be good. That’s what being submissive means. What else is there but obeying the right man and surrendering to him completely?
It’s suddenly all so simple and obvious. This is what he’s needed. Not drugs or doctors, certainly not more scientists. He needs his Dominant, his cock and his come, his pain and praise. Those are the only real things that matter.
Colton chuckles, pulls his fingers free with an upward tug that’s electric, then drapes himself over Graham again, cock angled toward his hole. He doesn’t wait, doesn’t give Graham time to prepare, just slams inside, the head catching on his rim, then slipping down and sinking into him. Graham grunts at the careless entry, tears burning behind his eyes.
