Chapter 9 #2
“Ah. Well, I don’t want to be an asshole but I’m pretty sure you don’t have the faintest idea what you need.
And you probably don’t even know what it will take to get you to come.
And that isn’t your problem. It’s mine. So, I’m going to give you what I need.
And you’re going to give me everything, and we’ll see where we wind up. ”
Graham swallows hard, fists his cock, and leans forward to start sucking Colton again. Did he hear a word Colton said?
“Put your hands on my thighs. Both of them.”
Graham’s eyes widen and he stops with his mouth open and an inch away from Colton’s shaft. He closes his mouth, raises his hands, and puts them on Colton’s thighs.
Colton touches his hand. “Where’s your bandage?” he asks, a little ashamed he didn’t notice until just now.
“It’s fine. Healed enough already. If you want to see your marks on me tomorrow, then you’re going to be disappointed.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll get mine,” he says, and Graham’s hands clench tight on him.
“Please,” he whispers.
That makes Colton pause. “Help me, sweetheart. We can do this one of two ways. Either I make you come or you make me come.” He needs to know for sure what will be best for Graham. Exactly how his submission is wired.
“You,” Graham says quickly. He blinks back tears.
“Why?”
Graham shakes his head.
“I’ll wait you out.”
Graham takes a deep breath. “If this is… it. If it doesn’t work and you decide you don’t want me, then I’d like to at least know what it’s like to really be a submissive. For you.”
“You know what? That’s fucking tragic. I will want you.
You will come. But you won’t believe me until you experience it.
So you know what? Let’s do that. I’m hard and horny and you’ve got the prettiest fucking mouth.
Down on your knees and already begging. You go ahead and make me come. Come get it, boy.”
Colton’s pretty sure Graham will come, too, if he can lock into Graham’s submission and hit his kinks right.
How proud of himself would Graham be if he could come while giving his Dominant pleasure?
That’s what all good submissives strive for.
He wants that for Graham. To see Graham smug and confident, knowing that he’s good for his Dominant and a good submissive after all.
“You’re going to make me come. And if you don’t like what I’m doing, then you can tap me with your fingers. Got it?”
Graham licks his lips, nods.
“Come on then,” Colton orders and Graham opens his mouth and sucks Colton in, hot and wet. Graham pulls off, swallows, and licks his lips. “You spilled on my tongue. Just a little. My lips and tongue burn,” he says. Another admission that shows how little experience he’s had.
“You’re uneven. I have hormones you need.”
Graham’s cheeks are pink He puts a hand on Graham’s jaw, strokes down over his submissive glands. Graham shudders in response.
“You just need a belly full of come, sweetheart. Let’s see how you like it. We’ll start gentle. You stay pliant. Soft. Lips soft, neck soft, all of you as soft as can be so that when I want you to move, you do. Easy. Got it?”
Graham obeys, eyes closed as he sucks loosely on Colton’s cock. He makes a fist in Graham’s hair and Graham sighs in pleasure. He pulls Graham forward and back by his hair but he isn’t rough so much as controlling.
Graham whimpers.
Colton stays shallow, loosens his grip and eases back on controlling Graham’s movements. Which means Graham opens his eyes. He’s enjoying himself but not slipping into submission.
Gentle isn’t going to get Graham there.
Colton’s cock twitches in response.
Graham’s nostrils flare and he sucks harder, wanting Colton’s come.
“Keep your eyes on me, sweetheart. I’m going to go deeper, choke you on my cock,” he says, wanting to see Graham’s reaction.
Graham drops a hand down between his legs. Come slides down the shaft and he looks ready to explode.
“Don’t you fucking dare. Hands on your thighs,” he orders, and Graham whimpers in apology. Colton shoves deep, not as tentative as he meant to be, instincts demanding he use his submissive and come.
Graham coughs, throat spasming. He drools and makes a spluttering noise as tears come to his eyes, and he blinks rapidly, watching Colton intently.
“Good. That feels so good, baby.” He pulls back, wanting to give Graham time to recover, but Graham follows Colton’s cock, wanting more, so he presses back in deep.
Graham’s cock leaks, a heavy spurt of come spilling out of his flushed cock, the roughness and difficulty of the blow job affecting Graham just as Colton hoped it would.
They are evenly matched, at least in theory.
Colton is a high-level Dominant. Graham is a high-level submissive. What if this is the man he can finally let himself go with?
The possibility has him moaning, sinking deeper, taking more, demanding the tears and the effort, the whimpers and gasping breaths.
Graham’s eyes glaze over, his pupils blowing wide as he sinks into submission, and finally Colton has to stop, knows he’s about to come and he wants to do it right. The both of them. Shouldn’t Graham be rewarded for taking such good care of Colton’s cock?
Colton steps out of his pants and underwear.
“Oh god. There’s so much,” Graham says, sounding reverent as he looks down at the come that’s spilled out of him.
“That’s right. You just need to get it how you like it and you’re just fine, aren’t you?”
Graham shakes his head, not believing it. Yet.
He will.
“Scoot forward,” he demands, placing his foot between Graham’s legs. The submissive gives him a questioning look but does as he’s told. “Good boy. And down. Balls on my foot.”
Graham obeys but then waits. He’s blushing. Embarrassed. The shame might make him come harder.
“Think you’ve worked out what I want. Fuck my foot. I’ll tell you when to stop. And if you come, you still don’t stop. Got it?”
Graham closes his eyes, tentatively thrusts forward. “I can’t.”
“You can. You have a safe word. Red. Always,” he says, shocked to realize he didn’t mention it before now. Colton prides himself on his control. With Graham, it apparently slips.
“Eyes open. Look at me.”
He gasps around Colton’s cock, shifts in discomfort. God, his eyes are hypnotizing and expressive. Colton can feel how aroused Graham is, how needy. Graham’s cock begins to leak steadily as he gently fucks Colton’s foot.
“Harder. Like you mean it.”
Graham obeys, body trembling, hands digging bruises into Colton’s thighs. Colton fucks deep into his mouth again, puts a hand at the back of Graham’s neck and goes in as far as he can. Graham’s throat flutters around him, his cock and balls shove hard against his foot, and Graham comes.
“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.”
“Just hurts? 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.