Colton is looking at him like he’s a miracle. “Fuck, fuck. You.God,” Colton says and he kisses Graham roughly, fucks up into Graham’s body like he’s in pain, too, and comes almost instantly, wet and soaking, soothing and exactly what Graham needed. The relief is instantaneous, is so intense it feels like he’s coming again.
Graham shakes against him for long moments, the pleasure demanding. Finally, he says, “It’s better inside, but…”
Colton waits, because the man is a fucking sadist, wanting Graham to say it. He kisses Graham gently on the mouth. The gentleness is another fucking torture. Colton might be evil.
“My cock still hurts. The cream. You put it on me, too.” He doesn’t sound as accusing as he wanted to.
“I did,” he murmurs and kisses Graham on the nose like he’s adorable.
“I love you. I love this. I love….” A burst of heat in the head of his cock makes him moan lowly. “Oh, please. How do I make it stop?”
Colton grins and then tries not to. His amusement is fucking annoying because Graham’s cock is killing him. It’s also perfect. It makes him feel safe and cherished.
“I don’t know, baby. What do you think?” He flexes his cock and Graham gasps, realizes Colton is still hard. “I think a smart boy like you can figure it out,” he says and lets Graham get to work. “And just so you know, I love you, too. I love this. I lovedoing this with you and we’re going to be doing this for the rest of our lives.”
It's enough to make Graham come.
21
Colton gets Graham into bed (no small challenge considering the man is built like a brick shithouse and will likely sleep for a solid twelve hours again) and ordersmoreprovisions for the days ahead. First on the list are some damned electrolytes because no one is supposed to come this often.
And then he orders a giant lasagna and salad from the Italian place down the street that does delivery and puts in a delivery order for groceries. Since Graham is sleeping so heavily, he could go and get them himself but that feels wrong. He needs to be here just in case. There is something primal about it. Graham is his. His boy is down so far because of Colton and to leave him alone, even in a safe place, is too unsettling.
When all the physical stuff is out of the way, his mind goes to the mental challenges and pleasures of dominating Graham. Being with Graham is like planning an assault mission. But sexy.
Especially now that they’ve used the L word. He’d always heard that compatibility could happen fast but he hadn’t expected it to be like this. Colton needs contingency plans and emergency exits. And just like most missions, the one thing hedoesn’t know to plan for will be the thing that bites them in the ass.
For example, Jonah. First of all, who’d have fucking thought Graham would run into him, and secondly, who would have thought Graham Knox, a living fucking Adonis, would be envious of Jonah, the twinkiest slut to have ever joined the military?
Jonah is ordinary and Graham is extraordinary. It was never serious with Jonah. Hell, Jonah was the one to approach him! Jonah isn’t the sort of guy Colton would ever fall in love with. Someone would have to be a fool to fall for him because he is genuinely the sluttiest submissive Colton has ever met. He isn’t the sort of guy a Dominant would even want to commit to. Which had been part of his appeal, honestly. He’s easy and Colton couldn’t get swept away in the heat of the moment and make the wrong decision.
For someone like Colton, with the designation he has, that’s important to him.
He knows submissives who’ve been traumatized, knows the damage a shitty Dominant can cause, and that will never be him. Colton is educated and informed and prepared and hopefully Graham will realize (please, let it be fucking soon) how much better things are, how much safer Graham is, because Colton cares enough and takes the time.
Patience and gentleness can get Graham what he really wants. Love. Devotion.
And Colton knows how to get a sub to ask for what they want. And he can craft a fucking scene that will make Graham lose his goddamned mind. And he’ll make it be something Graham doesn’t even know he wants. Because Graham Knox doesn’tknowwhat the fuck he wants. And he certainly doesn’t know what he needs.
Colton does. And he’ll do it right. And then everything will be fine.
Graham is lonely and touch starved. He is anxious and has confidence issues. He wants to be forced because it’s easier for him to keep to himself. Then he’s fighting someone else, can stay protected and closed off.
Graham doesn’t want to be vulnerable—heneedsto be vulnerable, heneedsto give in and get comfortable with his designation or he’ll never go deep enough into subspace and release enough dopamine and rewardin to be healthy. If he isn’t vulnerable, he won’t be able to process the alphazine and hormones that Colton’s semen contains and which are biologically necessary for Graham to thrive.
And when he’s getting his needs met and feels safe then he calls Colton Daddy. Which is so fucking good his dick starts to get hard again.
He ignores it and drinks two large glasses of water then takes a shower. The deliveries arrive and he puts everything away, gets some food and something to drink for Graham. Instructions have been sent over to him from Whitestone with the amount of calories Graham needs to consume because of his designation. And they sent over almost all of his medical files.
His medical records are glowing depictions of health except for when it comes to his submissive designation. Then it’s just a long list of drugs, dosages, and speculations by various doctors of why certain medications aren’t working.
Graham’s stubbornness is noted, too. He’s a fighter, although Colton thinks that might diminish as they build up trust and Graham balances out. Watching Graham fight his nature is both arousing as hell and distressing. The only way to deal with one’s designation is to accept it, find the good where one can, and move on. He isn’t sure Graham will ever accept that. Fears he’llalways try to climb out of subspace and stay alert and ready to defend himself.
Then he finds himself walking toward the bedroom, hand straying to his cock, which is already half-hard. No. Not yet. He’ll get the man fed and watered, watch TV for a few hours, and then go to bed. At which point he can wake Graham up to fuck him and then hopefully sleep for several more hours before he’ll need to take him again.
The Dominant in him doesn’t like that plan. Doesn’t like being held back and forced to wait. If his cock is getting hard, then Graham is hard. Normally, that’s reason enough to fuck his sub’s brains out, but this isn’t normal.
It isn’t the sort of thing one complains about necessarily. Too much sex isn’t abadproblem to have. Especially when it’s so fucking good. But if they need to leave the house or, god forbid, go on a mission, then it will definitely be a problem. He forces himself to leave the bedroom.
