Zane groaned and pulled at Ty’s hands, testing his grip. Ty grunted at him, using the weight of his body to hold Zane down. He pushed at Zane’s thigh with his knee, shoving his legs further apart and stealing any leverage Zane might have found. His hard c**k pushed against Zane’s hip as Ty straddled one thigh. He rocked against him as he sucked on Zane’s tongue, slowly but surely draining Zane’s control.
Zane was hard, too, straining against his boxers. He whimpered, desperate for more. It wasn’t often that Zane wanted this from Ty—needed it, begged for it—but when he did, Ty would nearly eat him alive before getting him off.
Zane so desperately wanted to be eaten alive right now, just to reaffirm that everything would be normal again, that Ty would return to his irascible self and still be able to make Zane’s knees weak with a smirk. That one day Ty would ask him to marry him again and Zane would say yes without a second thought.
Ty pushed at Zane’s boxers, rising up just enough to shove them down Zane’s hips before plunging his hand into Zane’s hair. Zane had let it grow a little longer, and Ty seemed to love it. He gripped Zane hard, holding him still as he took his fill of the kiss. Then he yanked Zane’s head back and ducked to kiss at the tender skin of his neck.
Arching under him, Zane bared his throat. He moaned when Ty bit him. He knew what Ty was going to do to him just by the way he kissed him, by the tense energy already emanating from Ty’s body. “Yes . . . please.”
Ty kissed him again, covering the words with his mouth and licking at Zane’s tongue before working his way over Zane’s chin, down his neck, and across his chest to bite at the hard muscle of his shoulder. With every movement, Ty’s hand tightened in his hair. Each tug drew a soft groan, and each groan caused Ty to come back for another kiss. If Ty continued this way, he was never going to reach his goal, and Zane was going to come long before he got close.
Finally, Ty let go of Zane’s hair and slid both hands under Zane’s shoulders instead, jerking him against the floor as he kissed and bit along his chest. He sucked a nipple between his lips, flicking his tongue over it.
The moans tearing out of Zane were growing steadily louder. He was vocal anytime he was enjoying himself with his lover; he saw no reason to hold it back, especially when Ty loved to hear it so damn much. He didn’t care if everyone in the mansion heard them. They no longer had to hide, not from anyone.
Ty couldn’t seem to keep himself from Zane’s mouth, and he pushed up to kiss Zane again, mumbling to him between the harsh kisses. His beard scratched at Zane’s tender skin. His grip was hard enough to make Zane squirm. His muscles bunched under Zane’s fingers. He felt like a wild animal in Zane’s arms, barely under control.
Then he was back to trailing down Zane’s body as Zane shifted under him. Ty’s hands slid underneath him as he finally got to Zane’s hip and bit him, just hard enough to leave a red mark. It drew a cry of pleasure out of Zane. Ty sat up and yanked Zane’s boxers off, then propped the back of Zane’s thigh against his shoulder before bending over him and licking the head of his cock.
“Oh God, I love it when you do this.”
Ty wrapped his arm around Zane’s thigh. For some reason it made Zane feel vulnerable, propping that leg up on Ty’s solid shoulder, watching him insinuate himself between Zane’s legs to take his c**k into his mouth. It made him feel vulnerable, and he loved it. It turned him on because Ty was the only person who’d ever made him feel that.
He shuddered and clutched at the rug as he thrust his hips toward Ty’s sinful mouth. “Oh God, please,” he whispered. “Baby, please.”
He would beg, plead, and grovel if he needed to. He’d never done that for anyone before, but he was irrevocably addicted to Ty’s touch, to the way Ty made him feel. And he loved the way his begging spurred Ty on.
Ty’s fingers dug into the front of Zane’s hip as he held him in place and went down on him. It took him a few attempts, but he finally got the head of Zane’s c**k to the back of his throat and swallowed around it. A strangled yell from Zane echoed off the stone walls around them, and he strained uselessly to snap his hips up for more. The hot slide of Ty’s tongue all over him was irresistible.
Someone banged on the wall, followed by a taunting whoop from their audience next door. It was a far cry from the fear Ty must have lived with all his life of being exposed, to have his friends catcall him as he f**ked his boyfriend.
Ty continued on, seemingly devoted to making Zane lose it. But then he stopped abruptly, pulling off Zane’s c**k with one last lick from balls to head.
“No, no, please,” Zane gasped, reaching for Ty desperately. “Please, don’t stop, baby.”
Ty let Zane’s leg slide off his shoulder and knelt between Zane’s knees. Zane’s pleas ceased when he saw the look in Ty’s eyes. Ty slid both palms up Zane’s torso, his fingers dragging against the muscles, ending up at Zane’s shoulders and pushing him into the floor. He kissed him passionately, practically devouring him as he rutted against Zane’s thigh. Zane moaned against his mouth, offering up complete control of his body and mind. Hell, his soul if Ty wanted it.
It was times like this, times when Ty gave in to utter passion, that his true strength revealed itself. It was a heady feeling, being completely under his control. Zane loved to imagine sometimes what it would be like to meet Ty in battle, to be at the mercy of this sort of power. Ty’s hands moved all over Zane’s body, alternately holding him down and pulling him up off the floor to suit whatever whims Ty had. It took a lot of muscle to manhandle someone Zane’s size so effortlessly.
Finally, he reached for the bottle of lubricant, then found one of Zane’s hands without breaking their kiss and squeezed some into his palm. Dazed, Zane dragged open his eyes as he panted and shivered under Ty, wondering what he was going to tell him to do. Zane would do anything right now to please him. To please them both.
“Get me ready,” Ty growled.
He groaned as soon as Zane touched him, bowing his back to bite at Zane’s lip. Their foreheads pressed together, their gasps mingling, and Ty whispered “I love you” between each kiss.
Zane spread his legs farther apart as he jacked Ty. “Fuck me, baby,” he rasped. “I need it.”
Ty’s harsh breaths gusted across Zane’s cheek and ear as he kissed toward Zane’s neck and bit him right beneath his earlobe. He pulled at Zane’s hair, jerking his head to the side, dropping little nips that left enough sting for Zane to want more. And Zane begged for them with broken sounds and soft cries.