Cole wrapped a hand around Ethan’s throat, not squeezing, just holding the pulse, the life, the submission. “You’re my cumdump now,” Cole spat, words guttural. “You’re just a hole for me to use. Isn’t that right?”
Ethan’s entire face lit up. “Yes, Cole. Use me. Fill me up. I’m just a cumdump for a real man like you. I want it, please.”
Cole bent to Ethan’s chest, sucked a nipple and felt Ethan’s whole body clench. Cole fucked him even deeper, balls slapping the curve of Ethan’s ass with every stroke.
They rolled again—Ethan on top, riding Cole reverse cowgirl, bouncing on the cock, taking every inch. Cole watched the wayEthan’s ass swallowed him and lost his mind. Cole gripped Ethan’s hips, the muscles flexing beneath his fingers, as he watched the way his cock disappeared inside that perfect ass, the cheeks jiggled with every bounce.
“Look at you,” Cole groaned, eyes unable to leave the sight. “So fucking hot. Taking every inch like a good slut.”
Ethan fucked himself harder, eyes squeezed shut, lost in it.
Cole wanted to see his face when he blew his big load, so he wrapped his arms around Ethan’s chest and flipped him again, into missionary now, Ethan’s legs spread wide, Cole’s body looming above. He pinned Ethan’s wrists to the mattress and pounded him, harder than before, the need to cum nearly overwhelming. He could see in Ethan’s eyes that he was right there, trembling on the edge.
Ethan’s hands went to his cock, stroking frantic, pre-cum pouring from the tip. “Holy Fuck Cole. I think you’re hitting my prostate. Oh, fuck, it feels so good. I’ve never—I’ve never felt like this.”
Cole reached down, grabbed Ethan by the jaw, and forced his mouth open. He shoved two fingers in, making Ethan suck them and gag a little.
“You like being used? You like being my little slut?”
Cole removed his fingers. Ethan moaned, cock swelling in his hand. “Yes. I’m your slut. I want you to own me. I want to cum for you, please.”
“You want to cum? You want to shoot your load while I fuck you?”
Ethan nodded, wild-eyed.
“Then do it. Show me how much you love being my little bitch. Cum for me.”
Ethan’s whole body locked up, back arching, toes curling, cock jerking wildly in his grip. The first spurt hit Cole in the chest, hot and sudden, followed by a second, a third, cum spatteringboth of them, leaking down Ethan’s abs, pooling in the hollow between his ribs. It just kept coming, each pulse triggered by the thrust of Cole’s cock. Ethan was shaking, nearly sobbing, the pleasure too much to even process.
The sight—the sound—the feel of Ethan’s ass clamping down around him was pure heaven. He pounded harder, deeper, everything blurry except for the pulse of Ethan’s hole squeezing around his thick, throbbing cock. He barely managed to gasp, “Do you want my cum? Tell me how much you want it.”
“I want it so bad,” Ethan pleaded. “Please, Cole, cum in me. Fill me up. I want to feel it dripping out of me for days. Put it deep in me.”
That did it. Cole gave one final balls-deep thrust and then exploded—balls tight, cock jerking, cum flooding deep inside Ethan. He pumped and pumped, filling Ethan until it ran out around his cock, slicking their thighs. It was so intense, so perfect, he almost blacked out.
He collapsed on top of Ethan, both of them shaking, the aftershocks wracking them. For a long minute, they just lay there, Cole’s cock still inside, both chests heaving. The fire crackled, the old clock ticked, and the only other sound was the soft, ragged breathing of two men who had just found something neither one knew they’d been missing.
Cole wrapped his arms around Ethan and buried his face in his neck. For a second, he almost lost the plot—almost blurted out something huge and embarrassing. Instead he held Ethan close, kissing the salt from his skin, stroking his hair.
“That was…” Ethan started, then trailed off, the rest communicated by a lazy, unbelieving exhale. “That was the best ever. You dominated me and I fucking loved it.”
Cole smiled, nuzzling Ethan’s ear. “Good. I want everyone to know you’re mine now.”
“Oh yeah? Is that official?” Ethan teased, voice heavy with post-sex bliss.
Cole propped himself up on one elbow so he could see the whole of Ethan’s face. Something was tugging at his insides, sharp and insistent, and he decided to stop being afraid of it. “I need to ask you something.”
Ethan’s eyes flickered, the smile fading just enough to show the nerves underneath.
Cole nodded and then looked deep into Ethan’s eyes. “I need to ask you something,” he sounded nervous. “Will you… be my boyfriend? I know that’s old school. But I need to know. I want to know that it’s real and official, not just something we keep dancing around and putting off and ignoring as we continue to have hot sex.” He paused for a moment, water gently building at the edges of his eyes. “So, Ethan Hayes, could I have the honor of you being my boyfriend?”
Ethan launched into his arms, eyes wide, green and glowing. “Yes,” he said, no hesitation at all. “Yes, yes, a thousand times, yes.” He pulled back, eyes wide and impossibly green, like spring itself had found a way to be a person. “I want that more than anything.”
For most of Cole’s life, he’d waited for the hammer to fall—that cold moment after happiness when he’d get punished for wanting too much—but now there was only this—Ethan, laughing a little through his own tears, staring at Cole as if he’d just handed him the universe. Cole kissed him slow and deep.
He brushed Ethan’s hair back and stared a long moment into those bright, unblinking eyes. “Even with Hershel, and the ranch, and whatever shitstorm comes next?”
Ethan didn’t even blink. “Especially then. I want to fight for this. For us. I’m done with pretending. I want all of it, the whole mess.”
