“Is it bad? My pulse and my eyes?”
Colton smiles down at him. “No, you’re still in subspace, that’s all.”
“Yeah. Feel… drifty.Daddy,” he says, because he has to.
Colton’s expression is so fond and soft that Graham’s stomach twists and his breath catches in his chest.
“You want to go back to sleep?”
“Yes, please.”
Colton picks up Graham’s hand, presses the toxicity monitor against his finger, and the prick of the needle barely registers. To think he’s usually terrified of something so trivial.
Colton checks his levels, nods at him. “Looking good. Get a couple orgasms out of you first and then you can go back to sleep.”
“Yes, Daddy.” And then he’s aware of his cock, hard and flushed red, pressed against his stomach. How long has he been hard?
“Come on up here,” Colton says, patting his lap. He’s wearing tracksuit pants, and he gets up just enough to pull them halfway down his thighs. He grabs a couple of tissues and looks up at Graham. “Plug out, darling.”
“I’m cuffed, Daddy,” he says, voice weirdly small.
“Then you better ask me to do it for you,” he says, like it’s the easiest thing in the world.
He nods. Of course it is. Colton is here to help him. “Would you please do it...Daddy?”
Colton licks his lips. “Fucking gorgeous. There you are. Is asking me easy now, baby?”
Graham can’t look away from Colton’s hard cock, how flushed and red it is.
Colton puts a hand on his own balls, stroking just under them like he’s ensuring a good load for Graham’s ass. “Since you’re so good you can ask me nicely. Say, ‘Please,Daddy, will you take the plug out of my ass and clean up my come so you can use me again?’”
Graham blushes, is mortified and hesitates.
Tugging his tight, fat balls, Colton waits.
Graham says the words and Colton grins at him.
“Why, yes, sweetheart, I will. Turn around now.”
He turns around and Colton’s fingers slip between his cheeks and grab the plug, brushing his rim. Intimate and proprietary. He’s going to need to be cleaned up because he’s full of Colton’s come. Before he can be too concerned about it, Colton pulls the plug out and he leaks copiously onto the tissues.
Colton presses them against his hole, taking care of him and getting him clean. He loves it. In fact, he’s stunned and overwhelmed with how much he loves it.
“I’m gonna fall down,” he manages to say.
“Poor thing. Come have a sit-down, right here.” He turns Graham by the hips so they’re facing each other, hauls him forward, and Graham straddles his thighs.
He looks down at Colton’s hard cock, red and weeping before him.
“Arms around my neck now,” he orders, and Graham lifts the cuffs over Colton’s head and holds onto him loosely. He clasps his hands together, another way of limiting himself, and has to close his eyes for a moment.
This is where he belongs. Colton reaches around him and gets the lube off the table. He slicks his cock quickly then urges Graham into position. He goes where Colton puts him, little movements of his hips and feet while Colton angles his cock up at him.
He whimpers in need, overwhelmed at how slowly Colton is moving, how exact he’s being. It’s arousing and Graham has no idea why.
“There you go. All set. Now you’re perfect for me. You just sit right down, honey.”
Graham sinks down onto him, Colton biting his own lip and squeezing his eyes closed at the first hot clutch of Graham’s body. “Christ, you’re tight, baby,” he says through gritted teeth.
