Chapter Sixteen #2
His ass was bared to him, and he knew what it needed.
Some pinking up.
He landed his hand on his ass, cupping the cheek as there was contact.
Graham jumped.
“Oh, fuck,” he whispered. “It’s been too long.”
Yes, yes, it had been.
Early into their relationship, Michael had learned how to please his partner, and it was with punishment. The man truly enjoyed it, and it made for a very interesting and hot sex life.
He’d also learned he liked it too.
Ten punishing swats to his ass, and both cheeks were pink, and Graham was dripping cum from the tip of his incredibly-hard dick.
Someone had needed that.
What said it all was that his dick was now in the same state, and he’d just cum.
The last time he’d spanked a person…it had been Graham—that morning they’d made love before he ended up leaving.
That day seemed like too long ago.
Now, he knew what he wanted.
His dick was still wet with the man’s saliva, and he truly wanted his ass in the worst way.
“Please! More,” Graham begged, his balls aching for release, and he knew this man was the ONLY one who could ever make him feel like this.
With others, this was humiliation.
With D’Artangnan, it was love.
Before he could say anything, there was that telltale nudge, and he opened for him. He didn’t fight it as that slide into his body filled him.
Again, he bucked.
“Oh, God,” he whispered, resting his head on the counter as the man he loved, his husband, began moving. The rough slides in and out were amazing, and Graham wanted more.
He never wanted this to end.
He began pushing back, having Michael bottom out in his bottom.
There was the sound of heavy breathing, and the echo of flesh slapping flesh.
And it was almost too much to handle.
“I’ve missed your ass, my one,” he admitted, landing a slap on his ass cheek just to watch him shake.
He moaned as he was pummeled, and this was exactly the feeling he’d chased.
Until he realized there was only one man who would ever give him this.
It was his husband.
“Harder,” he begged, and Michael gave him all he had. He drove into him, using his body weight for leverage, and the more he gave him, the more he craved.
He could tell Grahm was close.
Slamming into him, he felt that telltale moment when his body tightened down, and he knew he was about to cum.
And he did.
“YESSSSSS!” Graham shouted, as another orgasm tore through his body.
If not for Michael’s hands on his hips, he would have fallen over. The whole world had gone upside down.
Then, Graham realized why.
He was over Michael’s shoulder, and he’d abandoned the items he’d put on the counter. Instead, he was carrying him to the bedroom they’d shared this morning.
And he knew what was coming.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Him.
As the door was kicked open, Michael carried his man to the bed, and dropped him onto it.
“Get ready for me,” he said, pulling off the belt that was around his waist and kilt.
“I think you know what I want.”
Oh, he did.
And Graham was giddy.
There was nothing like being bound to a bed, and having the man you love give you countless orgasms.
“Get into position while I clean up. I want you naked, legs spread. I’m far from done.”
And it was true.
His dick was rock-hard, and he was ready to cum again. So someone’s ass was about to be punished in all the ways they both liked.
As Michael went to go clean up, and get naked himself, Graham stripped. From the mirror on the wall, he could see his pink ass, and that made him giddy.
It also kept his dick up.
He knew by the time Michael was done, he’d be so dehydrated, but that was worth it.
It was their wedding afternoon.
And it needed to be memorable.
When he was undressed, he got on his knees, legs apart, and he bound one wrist to the headboard with the one belt.
Then, he waited.
It wasn’t long before his man came back in, and he was stroking himself.
Michael was hard.
As soon as he saw him, he grinned wickedly.
Yeah, he loved when Graham and he played fun little bedroom games. It had kept their relationship spicy, and who didn’t want that.
Moving to the one side of the bed, he bound his other wrist to that part of the headboard.
Then, he admired his prize.
Oh, he was going to fuck him good.
Bet.
On.
It.
When he was bound, he went to the door, and was about to close it.
“Please don’t,” he whispered, and Michael heard it.
Oh, well, if someone wanted an audience, he was more than fine with that. He didn’t care who saw him fucking his husband.
One man’s kink was another man’s treasure, and Graham was just that.
His.
Treasure.
Moving between his legs, he was on his back, and pulling himself under Graham. He was right by his dick, and he began playing with the man’s balls.
Graham moaned.
He hadn’t forgotten.
Michael remembered all of their moments, and for that, Graham was grateful.
He began punishing him by stroking his erection, and pulling on his balls.
Graham’s whole body bucked.
“Please me,” Michael said. “Show me how my incredibly sexy, wonton man gives me pleasure in bed.”
Oh, he loved being called that because in that moment, he felt wickedly wild.
He felt free.
Using his hips, he worked his dick in and out of Michael’s mouth. He kept the glides in and out long and smooth.
And beneath him, Michael devoured him.
The whole time, Graham wanted to cum again. He was desperate as his balls were being worked over.
Only, he couldn’t.
Someone had locked his fingers around his balls, preventing him from being able to get off.
So as he humped his face, trying to get release, nothing happened.
Graham loved the torture. He loved being denied that release.
What he wanted was to be this man’s forever, and he’d knew he’d gotten damn lucky.
That wish came true.
“Can’t cum,” he whispered, frustrated.
Oh, Michael was well aware.
He was just enjoying the man’s dick in his mouth. He was scraping his teeth on the sensitive flesh, and working over the man’s tip.
He was begging non-stop, and that was music to his ears. He wanted to make him beg even more.
“Please,” Graham whispered, as the cock and ball torture was making him wild. He’d do anything this man asked him to do.
ANYTHING.
He was his.
As the man above him was frustrated, Michael knew what he wanted.
Pulling his hips down, he impaled him on his cock.
And Graham screamed in pleasure.
“Come on, my one, make me cum in your ass,” he ordered.
And Graham worked hard.
He bounced, he ground down, and the whole time, he was dripping cum onto his husband’s abs. Graham was so turned on, he couldn’t think of anything else but cumming.
“So sexy,” Michael admitted, grabbing the man’s nipples and playing with them.
He moaned, and stopped bouncing as little licks of pleasure shot through his body.
Then, that pain came as Michael’s hand landed on his ass.
“Please let me cum,” Graham begged. “I need to cum for you!”
Michael wouldn’t let him.
“No. You ride until I cum. Oh, and I can hold off for a while, so get that hot ass moving,” he said, slapping him on the cheek again.
Graham was in his happy place. His balls ached, his arms were trapped, and he had a hot husband beneath him.
This was the best time of his life.
“Oh, fuck,” Michael muttered, as he began feeling that telltale tingle in his balls.
Yeah, it looked like he was going to be cumming faster than he planned.
Lifting Graham off his dick, he moved to get behind him. Spreading his cheek, he saw his ass just waiting for him. It was wet with cum, and just begging for a fucking.
So he gave it to him.
When he was back in him, Graham begged.
“Please! Oh, God! I need to cum!” he muttered, knowing unless Michael jerked him off, he wasn’t.
This was torture.
And what he craved.
Instead, Michael fucked him, and fucked him good. He pounded his ass, filling him with the intent of…well, filling him.
“When I cum, you don’t let a drop of my cum slip out of you, or I’ll put you over my knee and redden your ass so much you beg me to stop.”
That was all the warning he needed.
Graham absolutely wouldn’t obey because nothing got him worked up more than being manhandled by this man in bed.
He needed it.
He craved it.
He begged for it.
“Please fill my ass!” he muttered, the pleasure just eluding him, and it was maddening.
Michael was watching his dick slip in and out of his husband’s ass, and it was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
No.
His man spread and waiting for cum was the hottest thing he’d ever seen.
Clearly.
With one last slam into his ass, Michael exploded, unloading his balls in the man’s ass.
“Oh, fuck,” he muttered, as he came so hard.
Graham didn’t even fight the need to cum. Michael had hit him in that one spot, and it shoved him over the edge. Cum exploded from him, and wet the bedding beneath him.
He moaned in relief.
Only, it was short lived.
Michael saw he came, and pulled his arms from the belts, and put him over his knee.
He did as he promised.
He reddened his ass.
The whole time, Graham fought.
Oh, not to make it stop, but not to cum all over again. The stinging to his cheeks was enough to turn him back on and make him a whore for this man, and only this man.
“I see cum leaking from your ass, Graham. What did I warn you about? First you cum without permission, and now you let my cum slip out?”
Graham was moaning as the bigger man’s hand punished his ass.
“Tell me what I should do to you to punish you?” he asked.
Graham couldn’t think.
The words were a jumble, lost in the pleasure. When the man kept landing blow after blow, he knew what he wanted.
“Take me to bed and make love to me,” he whispered, praying for control.
The second he heard it, Michael stopped. He heard the change in his voice, and knew what the man had asked was a legitimate need.
And he was here for it.
Rolling him off of his lap, he picked him up in his arms and carried him to the center of the big bed. That’s when he put him down, and made love to his mouth.
With his bigger body over his. Michael kissed his husband with love and tenderness.
It was just like years ago.
That switch would go on and off, and he never, ever missed a cue.
Graham wrapped his arms around his neck and fell into that kiss.
“My only,” he whispered into the kiss.
When Graham wrapped his legs around his thighs, Michael slid into him.
Slowly.
That’s when the man moaned.
“I love you,” Michael admitted. “I love you so much,” he said, making love to his body.
Graham’s dick was trapped between them, and the motion rubbed him off.
He moaned.
“Yes,” he whispered. “I love you, D’Artangnan.”
And he didn’t even mind him calling him that. It was music to his ears, and honestly, Michael got it.
To this man, that was who he’d always been.
And it was who he’d always be.
Without a doubt.
As they moved, his body stayed protectively over his, and Graham touched the bullet holes in his shoulder.
“I fought to live,” he whispered. “I’m so glad I did. I am finally home,” he admitted.
Tears filled Graham’s eyes.
He could have lost this moment.
Instead, he was given a gift, and it was one he’d never let go.
As they made that climb, it didn’t take long for them both to reach that point where they couldn’t hold on any longer.
Graham kissed him and they both slipped into the pleasure, exploding and finding peace.
As they floated down from that high, exhaustion came, and both men willingly let it take them.
Because neither had to do battle anymore.
Peace had come.
Finally.