Graham flinches away from the suggestion, shoves a hand behind himself, grabbing at Colton. He touches Colton’s arm, wraps his hand tight. He squeezes, the same gesture as before, which means Colton can keep going.
He rubs a few fingers over Graham’s hole and nuzzles the side of his face, trying to soothe him. “Thank you, sweetheart, for letting me know. I like you reassuring me. Taking care of me. So sweet. Keep those hands where Daddy wants them.”
Graham whimpers but complies.
Colton gets the nozzle notched against his hole. “Push out, Graham.”
Another shaking breath and Graham obeys. He pushes the nozzle in, gets it lodged tight, and turns the water on, gentle, just a trickle while he gets used to it. The effect on Graham is instantaneous. He cries out and reaches for Colton. Colton presses alongside him, keeps the hose where it belongs but rubs a hand over his back him to comfort him.
“So good, sweetheart.” His voice is a growl and his cock is hard again, throbbing against Graham’s hip.
“I feel it,” he whispers.
“How does it feel?” Colton puts a hand gently on Graham’s lower stomach, rubbing circles and trying to soothe him.
“I don’t know, Daddy. I—Ihateit!” he gasps. “I might fall. I need help, I need—oh!”
“Easy, baby.” He’s thinking they shouldn’t do this in the shower next time if this is how Graham is going to react. All shaky and dropping hard into his submission.
Though they’ll definitely be doing this together a lot now that he’s seen how Graham reacts. His designation loves it. Even if his mind is repulsed, his body isn’t.
The hose is long, so he grabs the towel that was hanging over the top of the door and puts it onto the tile in a pillowy heap. “Let’s get you down on the ground. On your side.”
Graham doesn’t even argue.
Colton carefully helps him, keeping the nozzle in place.
Graham shudders as he moves, little sounds of distress with each breath. “Oh god, oh god,” he says as he lies down. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and pants through it. His cock is dripping and his hand is hovering close over it, desperately wanting to touch.
“Should I let you touch yourself a little? Would that help?”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
A frustrated cry. His cock flexes, come spilling out of the tip in a quick spurt. “I hate it.Daddy.I hate it!”
“You don’t. You’re about to come.” Graham puts his hand over his face to hide.
“No, let me see you.”
And just like that Graham crashes into subspace. So deep that he’s suddenly quiet as death and his hand drops to the ground. His mouth goes slack, and it’s actually frightening to see such a strong reaction. He has a moment of concern.
But Graham breathes in and then a steady spill of come drools from his cock. His eyes stay open. Colton’s just thinking he should close Graham’s eyelids when they slide shut and he exhales a quiet moan.
“Lovely. Good boy. You’re perfect.”
Graham’s stomach is beginning to distend. Just a hint but Colton can see it. He turns the water off and pulls the nozzle gently free. Graham whimpers. “You’re alright. Just a bit longer.”
Graham is so deep that Colton’s wondering if he’ll need to make the decision on when his submissive should go to the toilet.
Another minute ticks by. And then Graham moves a little, legs coming up as he cramps. “Daddy?”
“I’m here, baby. Just a few more minutes and then you can go to the bathroom.”
His eyes open. His pupils are all black with just the faintest hint of color around them.
He looks at Colton’s hard cock, how much he’s getting off on this, and his lower lip trembles. “Please let me come,” he says. Is that what this is all about? “Hurts. It needs to come out. Please. I’m… To balance me out.”
