His Dominant is desperate for him, careless of his body and his hole. Heneedsto use Graham; he’s wild with it, unstoppable. That’s how good Graham is, how sweet his hole is.
I’ll take care of you, Graham might say. And he releases again, come pouring out of him, body shivering with pleasure. Graham’s walls convulse around Colton’s cock, the pleasure too intense as he clenches endlessly.
“Fuck, you feel good,” Colton says, pushing through the resistance until he’s deep. He grinds in for that last quarter inch. His free hands pull at Graham’s cheeks, opening them wide as he grinds a little deeper.
Graham makes a sound like he’s dying, every molecule of his body aware of Colton, on fire for him, and there’s nothing else in the world but them.
“I love you,” Graham says, because there isn’t anything else to say when they’re like this.
“Sweetheart. Clench for your Sir. I’m ready to pull out again.”
“Please, don’t.” He whimpers. He isn’t ready. He isn’t.
“One, two, three,” Colton says, nuzzling Graham’s ear before moaning and pulling out again. Clenching makes it worse, infinitely worse, and his body shakes through it, a matter of mind over body as he follows Colton’s order.
Colton abruptly sinks back in with short, sharp thrusts, seating himself in quick movements that leave Graham reeling. He feels himself releasing in an unending stream. It’s different this time, too much liquid.
“Oh fuck. Are you wetting for me? Good boy. You ready for a load of come, princess? That’s what you’ve earned, isn’t it?”
“Th-thank you,” he says.
And then Colton is fucking him in earnest. He drags Graham’s hips up, fingers bruising. He keeps one hand there and moves the other to Graham’s neck to keep him mushed into the cot. He makes Graham feel small and powerless like this, open and vulnerable.
It’s perfect.
Graham breaks out into a sweat, can practically feel the toxins flooding out of him. Colton slams home again and again, agony radiating outward, becoming him, and there’s nothing else to do but let the black consume him, an abyss of calm and peace as Colton drops him.
Eventually, Colton comes and Graham distantly feels the pulses of it flooding him, feels it soothe his insides. Graham bears Colton’s weight as he pants against him, coming back to himself. Graham drifts and Colton stays buried in Graham’s ass even as his cock softens.
“I need to know if that was good for you,” Colton says, serious, his voice rougher than it has any right to be. Graham’s the one who’s been yelling and whining.
“Best thing… ever,” Graham slurs, everything black and soft around the edges.
“Good, baby. You were so beautiful and responsive I could barely control myself.” That pings Graham’s radar. Still able to control himself. He turns his face away.
“What is it?” Because Colton doesn’t miss anything.
“It’s nothing.”
“No lies. You’re gonna give me everything,” Colton says, kissing his neck.
He nods his head but can’t speak yet. Colton strokes a hand gently up his side, presses more kisses to his back. And then the kisses change, become firmer and then nips. Colton’s cock twitches inside him, gets hard again. Graham focuses on breathing and willing it to happen.
Please use me, he thinks, forcing himself not to beg.
“Good boy. You just rest while I fuck you again.” Colton bites him hard above the shoulder blade, taking the skin and muscle into his mouth and clamping sharply down. Graham’s ass clenches and Colton thrusts in response, and he’s so sore it brings tears to his eyes. Colton’s thrusting again, an alternation of pain from the bites and soreness as he’s ridden. His Dominant licks at the stinging places where his teeth have been. Maybe there’s blood.
He lets the joy of the thought carry him away.
Graham disappears, floats away from himself, feeling safe and happy as Colton works inside him. The bites ground him, force him to pay attention and then allow him to recede like water pulling away from the shore. Colton is the moon and Graham ebbs and flows in subspace while Colton uses him.
Colton finally comes again, and Graham is grateful for the soothing come filling him up. His balls are wet with the mess that spilled out of him. He feels dirty and used andwholefor the first time in years. The best he’s felt since he came into his designation, maybe before that.
Finally, after all this time he knows what it means to submit. And it’s perfect. What if his designation isn’t bad but a gift? What if he’s actually one of the luckiest people to have ever lived because he’s gotten this?
Times passes.
“I should get up and go to the bathroom. I have to pee,” Graham finally murmurs.
