Chapter 4 #2
Graham frowns, thinking. “Um, the neck. Don’t grip me there. And don’t bite my neck. No biting at all.”
Colton hums in agreement. That’s easy enough. Though Graham would look beautiful covered in bite marks.
“I don’t want to be hit. Or punched. I don’t want to bleed. I don’t—” His agitation is increasing.
Colton stops him with a gentle touch to his shoulders, palms lightly pressing against his flesh in order to ground him in the moment.
“Let’s start over. How about I tell you what I think would work, and you tell me if my suggestions sound like anything you might enjoy? And if not, then we come up with something else. Okay?”
Graham nods, a flush rising up his cheeks.
“You’re going to become aroused and come on my lap. I’ve been given cloths, so at some point I’ll be opening your pants and taking your cock out. I won’t touch it more than necessary because the point of the shot is so that you can come without a Dominant’s touch. Is that right?”
Graham swallows, chews his lip, and takes a while to answer. It’s taking him so long that Colton is pretty sure the arousal is hitting Graham hard.
“Yeah, that’s right.”
“You being close to me is important. That’s why we’re trying this. Because me being close feels good, right?”
“Yeah. That’s right,” he says, and his gaze is back on Colton’s lips.
“And I’ll want you close, too. If I could do what I wanted to you, then I would touch your arms, your thighs, and your face.” He thinks. “Your back too, probably.”
“My ass?”
Colton tries to read him. “Anal play is out. You’re not in a place to consent to such a thing. It’s too far outside of what you’ve previously preferred.”
“You mean being tied up and left alone in a hospital room?”
“Yes,” he says, meeting Graham’s gaze. It’s an insane way to live. Is it some extreme form of masochism? Well, it can’t be, because his levels don’t improve for days and the drugs are required.
Graham shifts again. Exhales in a rush. “What about… putting your hands on, um… outside… outside the fabric?” he asks, and he shifts again.
The drug is taking effect and Graham is becoming restless with the forced arousal. Under different circumstances it would be incredibly arousing to watch him burn with the need to come.
Colton drags his attention back to the moment. Touching Graham’s ass. Over the fabric. Which Graham wants.
“Okay. But if you say no at any point or seem like you don’t like something, I’ll stop doing it. Understand?”
“Yes. Thank you,” he says, sincere.
“What about kissing?”
“That, um, that should be good.” Graham closes his eyes for a long moment.
He takes in a breath, exhales. “Yeah. Yeah, that’s what I want.
” He licks his lips. “Maybe, um, could you stop asking me questions? Once I’m pretty far along, then just act.
I’m still a bit submissive, at least. Even if I’ve got most of it wrong. ” He sounds embarrassed.
Colton files that bit of information away to think about later.
“It’s difficult, that’s all,” Colton says, and his hand comes up, cups Graham’s cheek.
He brushes his thumb across Graham’s lower lip.
“Stop saying you’re wrong. As a Dominant with some experience, I can tell you that I’ve been hard as a rock since we were on that bench. You’re definitely doing a lot right.”
Graham turns his head, presses his cheek into Colton’s palm affectionately. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.”
Graham shifts again, and this time he groans, low and quiet.
Colton looks at Graham’s lap, sees the wet patch has grown significantly. And he’s hard, the glans visibly straining against the fabric.
“You’re gonna have to take me out soon. The fabric, it’s uncomfortable.”
“Good. I can’t wait to see you.” He puts his hands on Graham’s thighs, runs them up and down the large, hard muscles.
Graham’s head drops forward onto Colton’s shoulder. He breathes Colton in deeply, tries to nuzzle closer. “Anything I shouldn’t do to you?” Graham asks, nuzzling into Colton’s neck, sucking Colton’s skin into his mouth and tasting him. It’s beyond distracting.
“No, I’m okay, sweetheart. Pretty sure I’ll like anything you wanna do to me. And if it’s a problem, I’ll say.”
“You’ll say. You’ll tell me.” He sounds like he’s dreaming.
“Yeah, I will. You’re gonna do what I want because you’re good, aren’t you?”
Thighs clench against him in response. Graham sighs into his neck. Colton moves his hands up to Graham’s arms and Graham whimpers, tries to grind closer, cuffs clinking loudly.
“Please, please. Take me out now.”
Colton unbuttons Graham’s pants.
“Fuck. Yeah,” Graham gasps.
Colton brushes his hand against Graham’s hard cock, grazing it as he opens his clothing. Graham groans in relief as his underwear is eased out of the way.
“There you are, honey. What a pretty cock,” he says, because it’s true. A good size, darkly flushed with arousal. Come beads at the head of his shaft, slicks down Colton’s hand as he wraps it around Graham’s cock and gets him into the open air.
Graham exhales with an explosive breath, trembling with the effort to hold himself still and not thrust into Colton’s grip.
“Better?” Colton asks and lets go. The cock bobs between them, then lies flush against Graham’s stomach, twitching with each uneven breath. The strain Graham is under is both beautiful and distressing. He wants to help Graham, give him pleasure and relief.
“Want you to touch me again. Your hand felt so good.”
Colton ignores the possible invitation. Graham will come untouched; that’s the plan and what he’s used to. If he wants to gain Graham’s trust, he can’t do the things he wants. “You have a very beautiful cock.”
“You’re ridiculous.”
“No, I’m serious.” He reaches over, grabbing a cloth. “Can we get you up so I can put this under you?”
Graham’s eyes are closed and he’s still burrowing into Colton as much as he can. “Don’t need it yet. Too soon.”
“Sweetheart, you’re dripping and making a mess everywhere. I think it’s time.”
Graham pushes back, looks down at his cock. It pulses from the faint attention, and then he’s looking at Colton with something like fear in his eyes.
“This isn’t how it normally goes. It usually takes a lot longer. Fuck, I’m so hard.” He lifts his hips up and Colton puts a cloth under him.
Colton puts another over his own lap. He’d offer to wipe off Graham’s shaft, but he’s not supposed to touch, so he lets it be, watches as come slides down onto Graham’s balls and the front of Colton’s pants.
“Gorgeous,” Colton says, his own cock throbbing at the sight of this beautiful man, tied up and with only his engorged cock out. “Obscene,” he murmurs, utterly captivated by the sight. Graham should be bred hard over the arm of the chair.
Graham grunts and tugs hard against the cuffs, thrusts his hips forward. “Hurts. Hurts. It always does, but, ugh, it’s so much with you here. I know you could make me. Please. Please, make me,” he begs and kisses Colton’s jaw, up to his ear, and back down to the point of Colton’s chin.
“You’re okay. I’m here with you. I’ll take care of you, Graham.
We’ll get through this.” He rubs his hands over Graham’s chest. The desire pouring off of Graham is electric.
His hips rock, as if he’s actually riding Colton.
Which is such a sexy thought that Colton grunts, has to put a hand over his own straining erection and press hard against it.
“Touch me. Please. I’ve gotta come. I need it. Help me. Please, please,” he moans, and Colton is almost positive the submissive likes begging. He might also like denial, considering what he usually endures.
“Sweetheart, that’s not the deal. I’ll be here with you. It’s gonna happen. We just gotta wait for it.”
Graham shoves back, almost topples off Colton and back to the floor, but Colton grabs him, drags him forward again.
Graham’s cock spurts weakly at the rough treatment.
His cock isn’t just red now; it’s dark and angry, bruised looking.
He’s so swollen and hard that Colton wants to gently pet him until he comes.
Pet him until Graham twitches, struggles, and finally comes again.
But he can’t do any of that.