Cut and Run 1 - Cut and Run

sure what he was asking for. He just knew it felt so fucking good he could barely stand it.
    Gasping softly as he turned his cheek against Ty's back, Zane pushed harder, sinking over half in before pulling out, the clamp of Ty's body an irresistible lure. He slid his fist back and forth, feeling Ty's reaction as well as hearing it. It thrilled him. It was so different from the sarcasm, anger, and cold dislike. It went straight to Zane's belly and he shuddered.
    Ty trembled under him, and finally he sank back to his stomach, bringing Zane with him and taking the full weight of Zane's body on his to pin him to the mattress. “Come on,” he urged, the same words he'd hissed in the shower. He needed this. Needed it.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut, the growl in Ty's voice draining some of his control. The smooth rocking paused as he pulled his hand out from under Ty, and then he snapped his hips forward, hard, burying himself deep with a groan of pleasure.
    Ty responded with an involuntary cry. He pushed back again, physically begging for more as jolts of pleasure and hot pain ran through him. Grunting, Zane shifted so he could thrust into Ty's body in a rough motion as he gripped his hips. Even when he pulled back, he was surrounded by the heat of Ty's body, and Zane was steadily losing his mind again as his knees slid on the sheets.
    Each thrust was doing the same to Ty, though he tried desperately not to whimper. “Harder,” he begged in a hoarse, rasping voice.
    Fingers gripping hard, Zane braced one knee and loosed what little control he had left. He truly fucked Ty and then some, jarring them both and the bed enough to shake the pillows to the floor. He grunted with each thrust, a low growl growing deep in his chest, able to let loose when Ty just took more and more, clearly wanting it. Fuck ... had it ever been this way? Zane couldn't remember a time he hadn't been afraid of hurting his bed partner. And it went on and on, both of them struggling for breaths as they strained against each other.
    "Ty...” Zane finally managed hoarsely as he felt his body tighten in warning. But Ty couldn't answer, his breath coming in gasps and each thrust forcing a groan out of him as he took the pounding.
    Zane gave a hissed curse as he went over the edge, hips losing rhythm and jerking erratically as the heat and press of Ty's body dragged the climax out of him.
    Ty moaned long and loud as Zane rode out his orgasm. He tightened every muscle in his already tense body and fisted his hands in the sheets, toes curling involuntarily in sympathy of the pleasure. Zane cried out—a tortured rasp, really—as he was caught by the pressure. The heat washed through him and he shivered, drawing a shaky breath before pulling out and heaving himself up on his knees. Ty remained where he was, face pressed into the mattress and eyes closed as his shoulders shook almost imperceptibly.
    Zane shifted to sit heavily at the other man's side. “Ty,” he breathed, looking at him, seeing him tremble. He leaned onto his side, tucked his head under Ty's chin and kissed him. “Let me,” he whispered against Ty's lips, one hand burrowing under him to reach the straining erection trapped against the bed.
    Ty groaned and lifted up, then immediately pushed his hips against Zane's hand as he kissed him hungrily. Zane curled his fingers around Ty's cock and tightened his fist as his mouth gave way to Ty's demand. His sore wrist ached with the motion, but he didn't give a damn just then. Ty jerked into his hand and gave a muffled moan. He raised his arm to pin Zane under him like a large dog would do to capture a cat, and he rocked against him, never breaking the kiss. Several more slow thrusts, and the tight coil of pleasure in Ty's groin snapped. His fingers tightened in Zane's short hair and he groaned plaintively as he came in Zane's hand.
    Zane sighed against Ty's lips as he relaxed; the heated slick of Ty's come dripping over his fingers assured him of Ty's pleasure taken. His back stung, his wrist ached, and his bruised fingers hurt like hell, adding a bit of an edge to the overwhelming satiation that threatened to send him to sleep right then and there.
    Ty nearly collapsed against him, just barely managing the energy to flop to the side instead of just down on top of him. “Fuck,” he offered weakly, eyes closing as he rolled to his back.
    "Yeah,” Zane agreed. His eyes were blurring, so he just closed them.
    "We shoulda done that in your