“Don’t you stop,” he growls.
Graham tries to moan and his body starts to shake. Colton pulls Graham off his cock. “How do you feel?”
“Fuck, that felt so good. Now it hurts. Just hurts.”
“Justhurts? You’re pretty fucking hard still considering it ‘only hurts.’ Come on, I’m going to come down your throat. You swallow every drop, alright?”
Graham hums in agreement and Colton slides deep again. Tears run down Graham’s cheeks and Colton presses his hands to Graham’s face, controlling him. Colton comes with a groan and a forceful shove. Graham swallows and swallows, chokes as he comes again, grinding his balls hard against Colton’s shin through his pants.
“Fucking stay there,” Colton says through gritted teeth, cock pulsing in relief, the shelter of Graham’s warm mouth exactly what he needs as he releases a heavy load of come. “Goddamn. Think I’ve been backed up since I had you last. It’s like I’ve been saving it up, isn’t it, honey?”
Graham whimpers loudly and swallows again.
Colton finally pulls Graham off him, then down to the floor, and wraps a hand around Graham’s twitching cock. He strips it roughly and Graham cries out as he puts his hands on Colton’s shoulders, buries his face into Colton’s neck as his hips twitch forward and back, unable to decide if he loves the attention or hates it.
“Look at you. Look at the mess you made. What do you mean you don’t come easily? You’ve ruined my trousers,” he says because there’s a few stripes of come on them where they’re bunched up on the ground next to them.
“No, you made me ruin your trousers!” he gasps despite the overstimulation.
“Always with the back talk. I love it.”
Graham fucks into Colton’s grip, desperate and urgent. He throws his head back and grimaces. He’s gorgeous.
“Where are you at?”
“I could come again,” he finally says, voice strained and tense.
Colton chuckles. “Do you want to?”
“Yes! Fuck, yes.”
Colton wipes a tear off Graham’s cheek and puts it into his own mouth. “Is it going to hurt?”
“Yes,” he manages to say, teeth gritted. “Fuck, it’s a lot and I just—I already came twice and—fuck, yeah, hurt me. Please, please, make me come.”
“Good boy. Perfect slut. You come so fucking easy for me, don’t you? Do it.”
Graham thrusts over and over again in Colton’s tight grip, forcing himself closer to the edge.
“You’re fucking gorgeous. Perfect. Come on, baby. Come for your Dom, yeah?”
And Graham comes. As if he has no other choice than to do what Colton wants him to. And he imagines what it might be like if he was Graham’s Dom in truth. For good. If this was just the start. Could it be?
He gets out of the rest of his clothes, leaving them in the kitchen, and pushes Graham toward the bedroom. He’s almost out, so deep into submission and being pulled out of a drop, plus two days without sleep, that he’s pliable and sweet as Colton gets him into bed and under the covers.
“I’m going to take a shower and get you something to eat,” he says, pressing a kiss to Graham’s forehead.
“I want to shower with you,” he mumbles, forcing his eyes open.
“Next time. You need a bit of rest. Let me get you something to eat.”
He starts to pull away and Graham grabs his arm. “You’ll be here?”
“Yeah, sweetheart. I’ll be here.”
Graham lets him go, closes his eyes, and drifts to sleep.
He’ll need to sleep while he can.
