Graham is squeezing his arm, which is a weird distraction, and it takes him a moment to figure out why he’s doing it. Dammit! The enema. Graham is telling him he wants Colton to give him the enema.
He palms Graham’s ass, thrusts a little harder against Graham. “Okay. Yeah, we’re going to do that, but I just have to fuck you first. I can’t think about anything else until I come, sweetheart. You’re driving me crazy.”
Graham sighs. He smiles softly. “Truly?”
He takes Graham’s hand and wraps it around his shaft, gets him jerking him how he wants. He lets go and Graham keeps going. “Good boy,” he murmurs into his mouth. He squeezes Graham’s pec and flicks his nipple as praise. “Yes, truly. You know it.” He growls. “You fucking know. Don’t tease me. You gotta let me fuck you now.” He’s breathing hard and Graham trembles.
“I could turn around for you?” His voice is high, almost completely altered as he slips right into subspace. Colton has to remember that when this is over. It’s not really a surprise that Graham would slip into subspace if Colton aggressively tells him he needs to fuck him. Something else to play with and try out. Graham sounds so polite about it, too. As if he’s helping a stranger take groceries to their apartment or something.
“Oh, could you? That’s obliging. But no, don’t think I can wait that long,” he says, fucking into Graham’s fist. It isn’t enough. “Here, you need to behere,” Colton says through clenched teeth, shoving Graham to his knees. He moves Graham’s hand away, replaces it with his own, stripping his cock fast and hard. He just needs to come. Immediacy is all that matters. His other hand grips Graham’s hair hard, tilting his head back. “Open. I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Graham obeys with a moan and a nod. His cock is an angry red; Colton can see it out of the corner of his eye.
“You’renotcoming. Don’t you dare,” he says, and Graham’s mouth closes. He squeaks indignantly. His hands fist and relax at his sides as he thinks about disobeying.
“Open your mouth. I’m close.”
Graham is still thinking about arguing. Colton lets go of Graham’s hair and pinches his nipple. His mouth drops open in pain and Colton comes, floods Graham’s mouth, and his boy coughs, struggles to keep his mouth open as Colton’s cock spits come in heavy stripes against his lips and onto his tongue. He’s been caught wrong, tries to swallow and cough at the same time, and he gags, tears running down his cheeks. And fuck, it feels like he’s coming again, watching Graham struggle to get him all down.
Finally, he’s finished and he wipes the head on Graham’s cheek alongside his nose, and Graham is shaking like a leaf. Graham’s cock is dripping with arousal.
“Cock sluts swallow, baby. You’re my cock slut, aren’t you?” He wipes a finger under Graham’s chin and pushes the come into Graham’s mouth. Graham hesitates before swallowing. Like he might protest or demand to come himself.
Colton scrubs a hand over his face, exhaustion settling in. He feels better at least. “Up now,” he says, and he can see the moment Graham realizes for sure that he isn’t coming, that Colton isn’t going to let him.
“Fuck. I’m dizzy, Daddy.”
He pets Graham’s hair and waits for him to get used to the wave of submission rolling over him.
“It’s alright. You’re just a little spacey because Daddy treated you like the cock whore you are.”
“Shit. I might faint.”
“I’ll catch you if you do.”
Graham leans against him. He gets slowly to his feet. Colton helps pull him up off the ground. “You okay?”
“Yes, it just hit me hard.”
“Hmm.”
“No, it’s good. It feels… it’s just so nice, Daddy. I love you.”
“Beautiful boy,” he says, and has to kiss him again. “Hands back against the glass,” Colton orders once he can pull himself away from Graham’s mouth.
Tears are in the corner of Graham’s eyes, more tears. He blinks and they fall. His lashes are clumped together, eyes bright with misery and need. He’s beautiful.
“Gotta get you cleaned out for my cock, baby. You know I’m gonna be hard again soon. And it’s going to be all your fault. When you make me hard, I come in you, don’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says very faintly. His pupils are blown wide like they should be, his cock is dripping, throbbing in front of him. He looks at Colton’s lips like he wants to kiss him, but that’s later. That’s the rest of the day if they can just get through this.
Graham turns to the wall, spreads his legs, and looks over his shoulder at Colton.
“Forehead on the glass. Close your eyes.” He puts lube on his fingers, then rubs them against Graham’s hole, works his knuckle into him, and Graham’s hole clenches, clenches, tries to keep him out, and then spasms and relaxes.
“Good boy. Couple of deep breaths, honey.”
Graham obeys. Each breath is a little shakier than the last. “Here we go, baby. You can always safe word and I won’t be mad.” He’s almost positive this is a good response but he can’t take the risk. They haven’t played enough for him to be certain.
