“Let me get you a plug. Keep my come in you as long as we can.”
Blushing, Graham hides his face. Colton pulls out of Graham’s ass and he whimpers, feels tears rush to his eyes.
“Oh honey, you should see your hole. You’re all sore inside, aren’t you?”
“You wanted me,” Graham says.
“Does it feel like love, Graham?”
“Yes, Sir,” he says, owing him the truth.
He’s proud and embarrassed.
“It felt like love when I was giving it to you, too. I’ve never needed someone so badly, Graham. I’ve never felt so good or been so hard for someone. It’s terrifying how important you already are to me. You don’t have to worry about anyone else, I swear.” Colton strokes a finger over his hole and Graham flinches, squeezes his cheeks tight, which makes Colton laugh at him.
“Relax. I’m inspecting you, baby. You put up a fight and I’ll fuck you again.”
That would be both the best and worst thing to ever happen. He whimpers and holds still, has no idea what he wants. Graham wills his body to relax. His Dominant will decide if he needs to get fucked again. He wouldn’t fuck Graham if he couldn’t take it. If his Dominant didn’t need it.
“That’s good, sweetheart.” Fingers brush against his rim again, soft and careful, but he’s so sore it makes him whimper. “How am I ever going to leave this hole alone?”
“Then don’t.”
Colton shoves him over to his back and settles on top of him, thrusts his tongue into Graham’s mouth and kisses him hard. His hand goes down to Graham’s cock and balls, slides through all of the come and wetness Graham spilled while Colton fucked him, and wipes his sticky hand on Graham’s chest.
Pushing back, Colton stands and grabs the plug, presses it carefully into Graham’s body, watching his face while he does it, and pulls him to his feet. Graham wraps his arms around Colton, holding on, the world tilting around him. He needs his Sir close. Graham touches him all over, needing to reassure himself that Colton wants him.
“Hey. Go to the bathroom. We’ll get you dressed and then we need to spend some time together, alright?”
“Your place?” Trying to keep his tone neutral so he doesn’t impose.
“Do you want to go to my place?”
Graham looks down, shy. “I want to be surrounded by you.”
“Good. That works out then. I want you at my place, too. We can go by and get your things.”
He frowns. “I don’t need anything. I’ve got my wash-kit from the trip.”
“And you won’t need clothes.” Colton puts a hand on Graham’s balls again, squeezes hard so Graham drags in a breath. He presses his other hand against Graham’s stomach because he has to pee.
“Sir!” It isn’t a complaint but an acknowledgment of his dominance. His hands go to Colton’s shoulders, gentle and relaxed as he accepts the uncomfortable and painful touches.
“Good boy. I get you for three days this time. No interruptions. Fein promised. Naked. Collared. You’re mine for that time. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Sir.” It’s perfect. It’s overwhelming how much he wants that.
“Good. Now, go ahead, sweetheart.” Colton lets go of Graham’s balls and they ache dully. He slides his hand away from Graham’s stomach, and a thank you rushes out of Graham’s mouth. He hugs Colton again, can hardly bear to be away from him for more than a moment.
It won’t be long before Colton wants to take him again. Their biology doesn’t adhere to normal human standards regarding refractory periods. Their needs feed off each other. Colton’s sex drive as a high Dominant can rise to Graham’s in order to satisfy him and vice versa.
Graham is needy, feels shaky and empty. He wants Colton to fuck him all the time. Which means there’s going to be a lot of sex over the next three days.
He stumbles to the bathroom.
18
Graham does his best to clean up the mess between his thighs and wash his hands. The come Colton smeared on his chest is dry and uncomfortable. He’s pretty sure that anyone who saw him now would think he’d been fucked six ways to Sunday.
