Chapter 23
When Graham peeks around the corner, his cheeks are pink and his gaze is down. His submissive demeanor makes Colton’s cock ache. To have Graham be so affected by something that directly benefits Colton is heady.
“Come here, sweetheart,” Colton says, and Graham practically launches into his arms and snuggles up without a hint of protest.
“Do you feel better now?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” he murmurs, pressing against Colton’s throat.
He tries not to laugh. “Should we get you in the shower?”
“Yeah.”
“Um, no. Yeah, what? Who am I?” he asks, chucking him gently under the chin.
“Colton. Daddy. Sir.”
Well, he isn’t that far down then. But it will do for now. “We’re done with Sir.”
Graham swallows. “Are you… you gonna be all strict about it?”
“How you address me?”
Graham nods.
He’s trying to guess how Graham feels about it, but ultimately he doesn’t care all that much what Graham thinks as it’s a rule he’d need to be the one to enforce. “Probably not. As it suits me. Stick to Daddy and you’ll be fine.”
“But it would be an accident if I call you Sir.”
“Alright. Just don’t be surprised if I pull you over my lap and spank you until you cry.”
He blinks. “That doesn’t seem fair.”
Colton laughs. “We’re not doing fair. This will never, ever be fair.”
Graham’s cheeks flush red and he presses a quick kiss to Colton’s jaw. “Yes, Daddy.”
Colton reaches down, under the towel Graham wrapped around his hips, and gropes his balls and then his cock. “Did the enema make you hard, sweetheart?”
Graham gasps quietly and his body goes tense as he refuses to admit how much the enema turned him on. He’s got his I can take anything you can dish out look on. It’s adorable.
He can feel that Graham is hard, so there’s no point in him denying it.
He leads Graham to the shower, turns on the water, and goes back to the bedroom for the cuffs.
Graham is waiting in the bathroom, towel off, cock down to half-hard.
The moment Colton walks away he goes soft.
Will that stop when Graham evens out over time or is he just that keyed into Colton?
He blinks at the cuffs. “In the shower?”
“I’ll wash you. Come here.” Graham comes over to him, lets Colton put the cuffs on him.
He pulls him into the shower and turns him where he wants him, soaps him up leisurely, arms and legs and every bit of him, spending a long period of time on his pecs and his nipples because Graham can’t stop fidgeting in place and sighing in pleasure at the bright sensations.
“Nipple play is clearly a necessity. Look how responsive you are to a simple touch.”
“It’s a lot. It doesn’t feel like just a brush of fingertips.”
“How does it feel?”
“It changes. It can be soft or it’s like you’re stroking the head of my cock after I’ve just come. But I can feel it in my balls and in my stomach. It’s insane how sensitive they are.”
“I’m glad. Anything that makes you hard and slutty for me is good. Especially when it requires so little work on my part to turn you on. Sometimes I’ll just want to fuck you, won’t I?”
Graham swallows. He looks a little hazy around the edges and a drop of come is clinging to the head of his cock.
Colton washes Graham’s cock, gets him slicked up and sudsy and jerks him off until he’s panting and about to come, and then stops.
Graham swears when Colton lets him go. He shuffles closer, head on Colton’s shoulder and their bodies pressed together.
“When?”
“When what, my angel?”
“When do I get to come?” Oh, his voice is trembling and Colton pushes him back under the spray and washes his hair, leaving the question unanswered. Hair clean, he gets more soap and works Graham back up to the edge.
Graham growls in frustration and stumbles into Colton, tries to put his arms over Colton’s head and kiss his mouth.
“Sweetheart. I’ll take care of you. I promise. You worried I’m going to leave you like this?”
Graham’s lower lip actually trembles, his head turned resolutely away from Colton.
“Turn, Graham. Gotta wash your pretty hole next.” A glare. “Pretty isn’t the right word, I’m sorry,” Colton says, not really attempting to sound contrite.
Graham’s gaze narrows.
Colton kisses him a little before antagonizing him again. He’s enjoying playing with his submissive. Winding him up sexually and then frustrating him, embarrassing him and then cuddling him. And his boy is falling apart before his eyes.
“It’s beautiful. The sweetest hole I’ve ever seen.
I don’t think there is a submissive anywhere with a more perfect, tight, pink little hole.
” His fingers dip down, thumb stroking soap over that perfect spot.
“Hell, not even a princess would have a hole as sweet as yours,” he says and kisses Graham before he can bitch.
He gets Graham rinsed and then turns the shower off.
He dries Graham and studies him, meeting his gaze, kissing him, petting his arms, his hands, his hips. He strokes his nipples and pinches them gently. He runs a finger up the side of Graham’s cock, trying to check in and read him.
“I’m obsessed with you. What do you think you need right now?”
“Good, Daddy. What are my options?” Graham asks, voice rough. His cock is flush against his stomach and heavily engorged. He looks sore from all the teasing, balls tight to his body and swollen.
“Anything. I may not do it but I want to know.”
“Come. I need to.”
“Do you want to come or need to?”
Graham hesitates.
“Be honest, sweetheart.”
Graham tries to take a step back, get some space, as if that will help him think clearly, but Colton loops a finger through the cuffs, keeping him where he is. “You don’t get to move away from me. You stay where I put you.”
Graham nods sharply. A blush blooms on his cheeks. Graham likes that. “I need you close, baby,” Colton says, and Graham comes closer, like he was just waiting for permission to paste himself against Colton. Affection is so important to Graham that orgasm denial really might not work.
“I want to come. I just spent so long having difficulty… I want it all the time. Want you to make me all the time.”
“Thank you for being honest. I like you coming, too. You’re gorgeous when you come. I want to try some denial and see how you do. Just for the afternoon and then we try something else.”
Graham isn’t happy but nods in agreement.
“Good. Okay. You get to come once now and then you’re going to take a break.”
Graham zeroes in on that. “So, I do get to come?”
“Yes. Now. Go ahead.” Colton leans back and waits.
Graham blinks at him. He licks his lips and his brow furrows as he thinks it through. “You won’t help me?”
“I might. Get started and let’s see how it goes.”
Graham wraps a hand around his cock. He adjusts his grip a bit and jerks himself in a fairly fast, tight grip.
Stopping under the head, he focuses on the shaft and then stroking down as far as he can get.
His gaze is roaming Colton’s body like he’s imagining Colton fucking him.
He’s hard but he’s not as hard as he was when Colton touched him.
“You want lube?” he asks and opens a drawer, pulls out a tube, and holds it out.
Graham opens his mouth to say something, closes it again. Indecisive. “What do you want? Sir?” Graham asks, a hint of desperation in his tone.
Colton ignores the intentional slight. “I want to know what you would do if you could do whatever you wanted.”
“Well, if it was whatever I wanted, then you’d be fucking me, now wouldn’t you?” he snaps.
Colton shrugs. “You didn’t ask. How was I supposed to know?”
Graham looks stunned. “Then fuck me!” He lets go of his cock and is adorably annoyed.
“What… you mean, like, in your ass?” Colton asks, keeping a straight face because he is, occasionally, a bit of a jerk.
“Where else would you fuck me?” And he thinks Graham is joking, too, but he’s not totally sure. It may be a genuine question.
“You could fuck me. In the ass,” he says, curious if Graham wants that. Since Graham is a high-level submissive, Colton assumes he knows the answer.
“I don’t want to fuck you in the ass,” Graham says, dismissing it instantly.
“That’s good. I’ll never let you.”
Graham grunts and squeezes his cock, thrusting into his fist.
Colton puts lube on his hand and reaches for Graham’s cock, starts jerking him off as they stand there.
“Wait,” Graham says, even as he rests his cuffed hands on Colton’s shoulder, bracing himself.
Colton keeps jerking him off.
“Fuck.” Graham’s eyes are sliding closed and he grunts and thrusts helplessly.
“Not too fast. It’s gonna be over too quick.
No.” And then he’s panting and all of his attention is inward as he strains to hold his orgasm back.
His cock is leaking and achingly hard and he’s trembling with the struggle of not coming.
“I’m not fucking your ass now because I’m going to fuck your ass for the rest of the day.”
“Uhhh!” Graham gasps loudly as his orgasm explodes out of him.
“There you go. What a good boy.” Come is on Colton’s stomach and even his chest. He holds Graham loosely and carefully and opens another drawer, gets out a few wet wipes, and cleans himself off, and then dabs at Graham’s cock. Graham shivers at the light touch to his sensitive head.
“What about you?” Graham asks, sounding tired.
And yes, Colton is hard, because he’s apparently always hard when Graham is around. “It can wait. We have to break the cycle somewhere,” he says, half-joking. He opens his drawer of supplies and pulls out Graham’s cock cage.
“What’s that?” Graham asks.