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.
