Chapter 22 #2
He palms Graham’s ass, thrusts a little harder against Graham. “Okay. Yeah, we’re going to do that, but I just have to fuck you first. I can’t think about anything else until I come, sweetheart. You’re driving me crazy.”
Graham sighs. He smiles softly. “Truly?”
He takes Graham’s hand and wraps it around his shaft, gets him jerking him how he wants.
He lets go and Graham keeps going. “Good boy,” he murmurs into his mouth.
He squeezes Graham’s pec and flicks his nipple as praise.
“Yes, truly. You know it.” He growls. “You fucking know. Don’t tease me.
You gotta let me fuck you now.” He’s breathing hard and Graham trembles.
“I could turn around for you?” His voice is high, almost completely altered as he slips right into subspace.
Colton has to remember that when this is over.
It’s not really a surprise that Graham would slip into subspace if Colton aggressively tells him he needs to fuck him.
Something else to play with and try out.
Graham sounds so polite about it, too. As if he’s helping a stranger take groceries to their apartment or something.
“Oh, could you? That’s obliging. But no, don’t think I can wait that long,” he says, fucking into Graham’s fist. It isn’t enough.
“Here, you need to be here,” Colton says through clenched teeth, shoving Graham to his knees.
He moves Graham’s hand away, replaces it with his own, stripping his cock fast and hard.
He just needs to come. Immediacy is all that matters.
His other hand grips Graham’s hair hard, tilting his head back.
“Open. I’m going to come in your mouth.”
Graham obeys with a moan and a nod. His cock is an angry red; Colton can see it out of the corner of his eye.
“You’re not coming. Don’t you dare,” he says, and Graham’s mouth closes. He squeaks indignantly. His hands fist and relax at his sides as he thinks about disobeying.
“Open your mouth. I’m close.”
Graham is still thinking about arguing. Colton lets go of Graham’s hair and pinches his nipple.
His mouth drops open in pain and Colton comes, floods Graham’s mouth, and his boy coughs, struggles to keep his mouth open as Colton’s cock spits come in heavy stripes against his lips and onto his tongue.
He’s been caught wrong, tries to swallow and cough at the same time, and he gags, tears running down his cheeks.
And fuck, it feels like he’s coming again, watching Graham struggle to get him all down.
Finally, he’s finished and he wipes the head on Graham’s cheek alongside his nose, and Graham is shaking like a leaf. Graham’s cock is dripping with arousal.
“Cock sluts swallow, baby. You’re my cock slut, aren’t you?” He wipes a finger under Graham’s chin and pushes the come into Graham’s mouth. Graham hesitates before swallowing. Like he might protest or demand to come himself.
Colton scrubs a hand over his face, exhaustion settling in. He feels better at least. “Up now,” he says, and he can see the moment Graham realizes for sure that he isn’t coming, that Colton isn’t going to let him.
“Fuck. I’m dizzy, Daddy.”
He pets Graham’s hair and waits for him to get used to the wave of submission rolling over him.
“It’s alright. You’re just a little spacey because Daddy treated you like the cock whore you are.”
“Shit. I might faint.”
“I’ll catch you if you do.”
Graham leans against him. He gets slowly to his feet. Colton helps pull him up off the ground. “You okay?”
“Yes, it just hit me hard.”
“Hmm.”
“No, it’s good. It feels… it’s just so nice, Daddy. I love you.”
“Beautiful boy,” he says, and has to kiss him again. “Hands back against the glass,” Colton orders once he can pull himself away from Graham’s mouth.
Tears are in the corner of Graham’s eyes, more tears. He blinks and they fall. His lashes are clumped together, eyes bright with misery and need. He’s beautiful.
“Gotta get you cleaned out for my cock, baby. You know I’m gonna be hard again soon. And it’s going to be all your fault. When you make me hard, I come in you, don’t I?”
“Yes, Daddy,” he says very faintly. His pupils are blown wide like they should be, his cock is dripping, throbbing in front of him. He looks at Colton’s lips like he wants to kiss him, but that’s later. That’s the rest of the day if they can just get through this.
Graham turns to the wall, spreads his legs, and looks over his shoulder at Colton.
“Forehead on the glass. Close your eyes.” He puts lube on his fingers, then rubs them against Graham’s hole, works his knuckle into him, and Graham’s hole clenches, clenches, tries to keep him out, and then spasms and relaxes.
“Good boy. Couple of deep breaths, honey.”
Graham obeys. Each breath is a little shakier than the last. “Here we go, baby. You can always safe word and I won’t be mad.” He’s almost positive this is a good response but he can’t take the risk. They haven’t played enough for him to be certain.
Graham flinches away from the suggestion, shoves a hand behind himself, grabbing at Colton. He touches Colton’s arm, wraps his hand tight. He squeezes, the same gesture as before, which means Colton can keep going.
He rubs a few fingers over Graham’s hole and nuzzles the side of his face, trying to soothe him. “Thank you, sweetheart, for letting me know. I like you reassuring me. Taking care of me. So sweet. Keep those hands where Daddy wants them.”
Graham whimpers but complies.
Colton gets the nozzle notched against his hole. “Push out, Graham.”
Another shaking breath and Graham obeys.
He pushes the nozzle in, gets it lodged tight, and turns the water on, gentle, just a trickle while he gets used to it.
The effect on Graham is instantaneous. He cries out and reaches for Colton.
Colton presses alongside him, keeps the hose where it belongs but rubs a hand over his back him to comfort him.
“So good, sweetheart.” His voice is a growl and his cock is hard again, throbbing against Graham’s hip.
“I feel it,” he whispers.
“How does it feel?” Colton puts a hand gently on Graham’s lower stomach, rubbing circles and trying to soothe him.
“I don’t know, Daddy. I—I hate it!” he gasps. “I might fall. I need help, I need—oh!”
“Easy, baby.” He’s thinking they shouldn’t do this in the shower next time if this is how Graham is going to react. All shaky and dropping hard into his submission.
Though they’ll definitely be doing this together a lot now that he’s seen how Graham reacts. His designation loves it. Even if his mind is repulsed, his body isn’t.
The hose is long, so he grabs the towel that was hanging over the top of the door and puts it onto the tile in a pillowy heap. “Let’s get you down on the ground. On your side.”
Graham doesn’t even argue.
Colton carefully helps him, keeping the nozzle in place.
Graham shudders as he moves, little sounds of distress with each breath. “Oh god, oh god,” he says as he lies down. He squeezes his eyes shut tight and pants through it. His cock is dripping and his hand is hovering close over it, desperately wanting to touch.
“Should I let you touch yourself a little? Would that help?”
“Can I come?”
“No.”
A frustrated cry. His cock flexes, come spilling out of the tip in a quick spurt. “I hate it. Daddy. I hate it!”
“You don’t. You’re about to come.” Graham puts his hand over his face to hide.
“No, let me see you.”
And just like that Graham crashes into subspace. So deep that he’s suddenly quiet as death and his hand drops to the ground. His mouth goes slack, and it’s actually frightening to see such a strong reaction. He has a moment of concern.
But Graham breathes in and then a steady spill of come drools from his cock. His eyes stay open. Colton’s just thinking he should close Graham’s eyelids when they slide shut and he exhales a quiet moan.
“Lovely. Good boy. You’re perfect.”
Graham’s stomach is beginning to distend. Just a hint but Colton can see it. He turns the water off and pulls the nozzle gently free. Graham whimpers. “You’re alright. Just a bit longer.”
Graham is so deep that Colton’s wondering if he’ll need to make the decision on when his submissive should go to the toilet.
Another minute ticks by. And then Graham moves a little, legs coming up as he cramps. “Daddy?”
“I’m here, baby. Just a few more minutes and then you can go to the bathroom.”
His eyes open. His pupils are all black with just the faintest hint of color around them.
He looks at Colton’s hard cock, how much he’s getting off on this, and his lower lip trembles. “Please let me come,” he says. Is that what this is all about? “Hurts. It needs to come out. Please. I’m… To balance me out.”
“No, sweetheart. You just made a big mess and you’re leaking well. Let’s finish this before you come so you can drop in bed.”
“Oh,” he whispers, sounding miserable.
Which is hot as hell. “I’m beginning to think you don’t need to come as often as you did before. You respond so well to denial, honey. I guess we’ll see over the next few days, won’t we?”
More tears. “Daddy. But I want to. Daddy.”
“You’re so beautiful,” Colton says, distracted. “Let’s get you all cleaned up and see where things are. You ready to go?”
His lower lip wobbles. Graham squeezes his eyes closed again. Colton helps Graham to his feet, and Graham is practically beside himself he’s so emotional. After leading him to the toilet, Colton has to help him sit down.
“Go away,” Graham orders.
“I love you, Graham. Every part of you is mine,” he says. Then he leaves, closing the door.
“Go, Daddy. Oh god, oh no. Oh, I love you!” Graham yells from behind the closed door.
Colton whistles all the way to the kitchen.