Graham needs to sleep and be in subspace.
Graham’s sex drive is equally high. Now that he’s getting his needs met, his body is making up for lost time. This state of hyperarousal could go on for days, weeks, or even months. No one knows because each designation has the insane disadvantage of being different.
Why the military ever thought gene manipulation was a road they should go down, he has no idea. He doesn’t think they should have built the atom bomb or flame throwers either, but they did. Men wanted to play god and in order to do so people who were disposable were needed. Citizens didn’t want to pay for wars, but the military industrial complex needed money. Tying in longevity, cures for cancer, and advanced medical research turned out to be a surefire way to get public and congressional approval for endless amounts of money.
Weapons of mass destruction brought down governments, could end humanity. Small conflicts between each country’s perfect soldiers, stealing research and people, is the new cold war. Military games of life and death with smaller, cheaper pieces that can be disposed of and used… while companies siphon off money from the government.
Obviously, Colton didn’t have quite such a jaded opinion when he signed up for the military but he basically knew what he was getting into. He just didn’t want to die from cancer. He doesn’t have any regrets. How can he? He’s alive and healthy, has money and status as a Dominant. He’s luckier than a lot of people.
His body being revved up to satisfy Graham’s is a sign of their deep biological and designational compatibility. Satisfying Graham is becoming an all-consuming necessity at this point.
And Graham is responding well. Physically, Graham’s numbers are now great. Every chemical that corresponds to ejaculation and physical satisfaction is moving toward a normal range. The toxic buildup is close to resolved. But mentally he just hasn’t been in subspace long enough.
They’ll keep working on it.
He has plans. Many plans. But that all can wait. First, he has to… what?
What the fuck is he supposed to be doing? Why is he in the kitchen staring at the microwave while he gropes himself?
Right.
Graham needs food.
Food, not cock.
Simple.
He grabs Graham’s food and brings it to the bedroom, sets it carefully down on the nightstand, then gets fully dressed and sits down beside him on the bed. He’s even put on shoes, sneakers that lace. If he gets carried away and wants to fuck Grahaminstead of feeding him and letting him sleep, then the clothing will hopefully remind him of his real purpose.
“Hey, sweetheart. We need to feed you,” he says, rubbing his thumb gently across Graham’s lower lip. Graham licks his thumb, warm and wet, lets his mouth open so Colton can slide his cock in and fuck his mouth.
Colton’s free hand goes to his pants, unbuttoning the top button so he can get Graham to suck him.Wait.Colton pulls his hand back from Graham’s mouth, lets go of his pants, and pats him on the forearm instead.
Graham moans, a sound Colton would describe as pornographic, and opens his eyes. He blinks slowly, sees Colton, and smiles. The cuffs jingle. Colton loves the cuffs and puts a hand to the bedspread, wanting to pull it down and see his boy all chained up.
Not helpful.
He lets go of the bedspread.
“We have to feed you now,” he says, shaking his head to clear it.
“Yes, Sir,” Graham says, and he sits up, looping his arms around Colton’s neck. Jesus. The bedding falls away from his chest, exposing the flat planes of his stomach, the muscles all bunching and releasing as he sits up, sleepy and warm and soft. He’s only been out for a few hours. He’s naked and reeks of sex.
“Look at you,” Colton says, instantly captivated, and drags the covers off him, needing to see his boy’s cock. He’s hard, curved up and hot to the touch. A smear of pre-come is on his stomach. Colton’s hand is somehow flush against Graham’s erection, fingers pressing into him at the base of his shaft, just above his tight, full balls, and Graham rolls his hips into the touch. His kisses are wet and sloppy on Colton’s neck.
“Need you naked,” Graham says, and goose bumps break out all over Colton’s skin.
“Yeah, sweetheart. Help me take this off so I can give you my cock.” Why is he wearing pants when he needs to be able to fuck Graham at a moment’s notice?
Wait.
Colton stands up. He blinks and rubs at his eyes.
Fuck.
Because heisn’there to fuck Graham. He swears and throws the covers back onto him, goes and opens the window, and takes a few deep breaths of cold air. His cock is hard. So hard. Uncomfortable, his balls heavy with come. He gets the key to the cuffs out of his pocket and goes back to Graham, unlocking him quickly and then going back to where he was.
Graham will need to feed himself.
