Chapter 22
“You should go back to sleep,” Colton says once Graham is done eating.
“I’m not tired.”
Colton takes the plate to the kitchen and tells Graham to take a shower, loudly calling the words out so he doesn’t have to get too close. A full thirty seconds go by before Graham comes out of the bedroom. He leans against the door, arms crossed. His cock isn’t as hard as it was.
This is officially as good a time to do practical things as any. “It’s probably time for an enema, too.”
Graham is suddenly wide-eyed and pink cheeked. “What? Why?”
Colton sighs. “You were in distress. Your body made sure it was empty so you could be well used, but it’s been twenty-four hours now. We’ll both be happy to not deal with that particular problem.”
Graham is still just staring at him.
“Unless scat play is something you’re interested in?”
“No.” He looks revolted. It’s a relief. There are a lot of things he’s happy to do with Graham but that isn’t one of them.
“What’s wrong, Graham?” Because he’s standing there looking dejected.
“You want me to shower alone, too?”
Colton does the math. Enema and shower and then bed, it’s an hour apart. The cuffs are off and he’s gone almost four hours without sex. It shouldn’t be long enough to cause a drop but “should” and Graham Knox don’t really go together as far as he can tell.
Unbelievable that this is the same man who didn’t even want to be alone with him in a gym when they first met. His head is turned away sulkily.
“You need sleep, baby. I was hoping to get the chores out of the way, then fuck you, and we could sleep together. A shower and an enema doesn’t mean I don’t want you.”
He nods, stiff. “You wanted to wait. Wanted a break from fucking me. I get it. It’s a lot, having to… I’m a lot.”
“No. You don’t get to twist my words and go to a dark place. You know for a fact I want to be buried in you all the damned day and night. You do. A few hours isn’t a breakup.”
“I know that. I know.” His voice is rough. “That isn’t how it feels, though. And it’s got to be annoying, that I constantly need attention.”
Colton laughs. He can’t help it. He tilts his head to the side to catch Graham’s gaze. Waits until Graham relents and makes eye contact. “You’re really gonna try and say I find it annoying that you want my cock?”
A flush goes up Graham’s chest, his cock beginning to harden again. Colton cups Graham’s face in his hands, runs a thumb over his cheekbone. God, he’s beautiful. “What other ridiculous idea is running around in your head? You think I don’t want to fuck you all the time? Come on, princess.”
“Don’t call me a princess.”
Colton raises a brow at him. “My princess.”
Graham turns away, but his cock is definitely getting hard. In fact, he’s almost fully hard now.
Interesting.
“Come on, princess. Daddy will help you.”
“I don’t like that, either,” Graham says on a sigh.
His boy is definitely feeling petulant.
He leads Graham to the master bathroom and gets the enema kit open, starts affixing it to his shower.
It takes a few minutes and Graham is silent the whole time.
He turns the water on, testing the temperature, and then turns the shower off.
He steps out, careful to step only on the mat since he’s still dressed and wearing shoes (and to think it seemed like such a good idea thirty minutes ago) and then gives up and strips off his clothes.
Who is he kidding? He’s going to fuck Graham.
He gets a small tube of lubricant out from under the sink. He just ordered it, a giant box of a hundred tubes of lubricant for travel so he’ll always be prepared if he needs to fuck Graham. There is now lube stashed all over his house, in his car, and he’s even put some in his work bag.
And wet wipes. But he doesn’t need those right now. “Come on, sweetheart,” he says, getting into the shower.
“What are you doing? You can’t help me with that,” Graham says, genuinely distressed.
“You’ve done an enema before?”
“No.” He says it like Colton is a freak. His eyes drop to Colton’s hard cock. Yeah, he’s totally going to get off on this. Graham must see it in his smile, and he chews on his lower lip.
“Come here. Put your hands on the glass and arch your back. Let’s see your sweet hole.”
Graham swallows but moves forward, cock bobbing and hardening with each step. He closes his eyes as his hands touch the glass, and his shoulders relax as he gives in. His back arches, and Colton gives a hum of approval as he brushes a hand down Graham’s spine.
He takes the plug out, hears the drip of lube and Colton’s come hitting the tile.
“Oh,” Graham says, almost whimpering, a flush of embarrassment flooding over his pale skin. He drops a hand to his groin, squeezes his balls and strokes his cock before pulling his hand away and putting it back on the glass.
“Do you know what’s going to happen?”
“Tell me.” He’s pretty sure Graham just wants to hear him talk.
“We’re getting you all slippery and then a little nozzle, small and barely noticeable for a cock slut like you, will go into your ass.” This gets a gasp and a swift look. His hand comes off the glass again, goes to his balls.
Oh. Graham wants to be called a cock slut?
Wants to be Colton’s cock slut? Well, it’s really no surprise, and the idea is fucking hot as hell.
In fact, the words are now on the tip of his tongue.
He’ll ask Graham if he’s Colton’s cock slut, get him to beg for Colton’s cock, and then he’ll fuck into him in one slow, steady thrust. Get him to take it and ask for more, because he’s a slut for it.
No! No, he’s not going to do that right now! He stops touching Graham. Colton clears his throat and has to look away from Graham’s hole, which he can see tightening and relaxing in need. What the fuck was he saying?
Right! He’s holding an enema hose—it’s not complicated. The need to fuck Graham is making him stupid.
His voice is rough. “Stop touching your cock. Um, anyway, it will be warm and there’s a good chance you’ll go straight into subspace as we get you all filled up.
Then you’ll hold it for a while, and we’ll get you to the toilet, where you’ll eliminate.
Then we’ll come back to the shower, get you all washed and sparkling clean, and then I’m probably going to eat you out and then fuck you very, very hard.
” His cock throbs warningly. “At least twice.”
“I don’t think I need you here for the enema,” Graham says, carefully blank. He isn’t looking at Colton.
“Do you want to use your safe word? Or say yellow and we can slow down, talk about it some more?”
Graham shifts from one foot to the other, legs still spread. Colton puts a knuckle against Graham’s hole and presses gently, soothing him.
“No, I—I don’t know. I just don’t want to do it.
” He pushes away from the glass and turns around, wrapping his arms around Colton.
He’s so sweet and clingy. He’s trembling, and he’s doing that thing where somehow he makes himself a little smaller so it seems like Colton is taller than him.
He tries to burrow into Colton, and it makes Colton feel like the luckiest and most powerful man in the world.
There are a lot of subs who do this, and he’d yank them back into place and get on with it because they were deliberately being a brat and/or trying to manipulate him. That isn’t Graham. He knows it.
“You’re going to need to use your words, sweetheart.” And he rubs his fingers into the back of Graham’s neck where the muscles have gone tight.
Graham shivers, the submissive part of him recognizing and yielding to Colton’s dominance.
“It’s embarrassing. It’s just too much.”
“Are you telling me you want to do it on your own?”
Graham is quiet for a moment. “It’s gross.”
That’s not an answer. “I’m not going to go with you into the toilet.
If you want to get in the shower and start cleaning yourself when it’s over, before I get in, we can do that, too.
But, sweetheart. I really don’t care. I feel very possessive of you and your body, particularly your ass and your hole.
It’s the primary way I assert dominance over you.
For me, this is another way of controlling you.
If the idea of me being in there with you makes you ashamed but aroused and you want it, I’ll be very happy to do that. ”
“I don’t want you in there with me while I take a shit.”
Colton chuckles. “Fair enough.”
“But you want to give me the enema?” Graham clearly doesn’t believe him.
“I do. You’ll be surprised to know,” he says, very deadpan, “that I want to fill you up and have you gasping and begging for relief in any form that takes. Cock and come or water and hose, that is all very, very arousing to me.”
Graham cuts off a laugh and tries to get closer to Colton. “I don’t know,” he whispers even as he’s petting Colton’s sides. It’s clear he wants it. Wants Colton to just do it and not make him ask. They’re not playing that way yet, though. He doesn’t know him or them together enough to do that.
“If that’s what you want, squeeze my arm twice. I have to know for sure. I need you to help me, too,” he says, kissing him, forcing Graham’s mouth open with his so he can press his tongue inside.
Which is a mistake. Fuck, he’s so hard and Graham is here, naked, and he stinks of Colton’s come and the sex they’ve had, and every reason he had for delaying the inevitable is gone from his mind.
He moves them, getting Graham against the wall, and presses his cock against Graham’s groin and hip, which isn’t soft enough or satisfying enough, and he’ll be damned if he puts up with such poor accommodation when his submissive has a perfect mouth and a hole to use.
Graham is squeezing his arm, which is a weird distraction, and it takes him a moment to figure out why he’s doing it. Dammit! The enema. Graham is telling him he wants Colton to give him the enema.