Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

sides, flexing his fingers against the sheets, silently inviting Zane to hold him down. He so rarely allowed that, and Zane almost didn’t know what to make of it. Zane licked his lips, shifted his weight, and moved each shaking hand to cover Ty’s before bearing down to keep him in place. His extra few inches of height on Ty were coming in handy. Then he started to move slowly, rocking in and out, working his cock in deeper, and he ignored the sound, suspiciously like a whimper, that tore from his own throat.
    “Fuck yes,” Ty whimpered, sounding relieved as he placed his cheek against the sheets and closed his eyes. He gave a slow moan as he tried to push his hips back to meet Zane’s rocking.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head to slide his lips and tongue along Ty’s spine as he reveled in the slow, thorough attention he was giving Ty’s incredible ass. As he gasped for a breath between kisses, Zane decided he’d have to try this again — slow and steady — because it sure as hell felt just as incredible as their usual hard but satisfying fucks.
    Ty writhed under him, struggling against the pressure on his body and the hands that held his wrists but not actually trying to get away. He seemed to be enjoying the sudden submissive role.
    “You said you needed practice,” Zane said on a groan, not really able to work up any accusation.
    “Christ, Zane, stop talking,” Ty gasped out, lifting his head off the bed just enough to try and look over his shoulder before he gave up and pushed his face against the sheets again.
    Zane scoffed but snapped his hips twice, hard, before returning to the slow rhythm. He might have suspected Ty of “practicing” this submissive act elsewhere if he didn’t know better. They’d not spent a night apart since Zane had moved into his new apartment in Baltimore three weeks ago, and almost every time they’d been together recently, Ty had topped. Zane sure as hell didn’t mind. But this was addictive, too, and he leaned more of his weight onto Ty’s back, focusing on steadily thrusting into the welcoming body under his.
    Ty tried to speak, but he was obviously incapable of forming words. He merely moaned long and loud, digging his fingers into the sheets and still trying desperately to push his hips up against Zane’s thrusts, if his trembling was any indication.
    The sounds sent pangs through Zane’s gut, and he had to stop again to take a couple of deep, slow breaths. He pushed himself up to his knees and looked down at his hips, seeing his cock slide and disappear into Ty’s tight ass. He pushed himself in, moving painfully slow, then pulled back out just for the pleasure of watching. He groaned as Ty tried to shove back against him, and the urge to fuck Ty into the mattress almost took him over.
    “You want to walk tomorrow?” Zane asked hoarsely, gripping Ty’s hips to hold himself still. Ty shook his head mutely, his entire body tensing as he rolled his hips. “Fine,” Zane growled. He reached down, grabbed Ty’s hand, and twisted that arm behind Ty’s back, as if getting ready to handcuff a suspect. He gripped Ty’s forearm hard and held him down by the other shoulder, and Zane swore under his breath and thrust in with some strength the first time before pulling back until it felt like he might slip out completely. Then he thrust in again, out, and in again, his breathing tense and harsh as he tried to contort enough to watch himself. “Well-fucked looks good on you anyway.”
    “Everything looks good on me,” Ty told him, managing to laugh breathlessly before he gasped and moaned. “Harder, baby.”
    Gritting his teeth, Zane lowered himself until he was holding Ty down with his weight once more and did as Ty demanded, speeding the shifting of his hips and starting to really fuck Ty in earnest. He jerked Ty back every time he pushed roughly in, and he hissed and moaned each time he sank deep as their bodies slammed together.
    Rather than the violent battle for control this sort of brutal fucking usually caused, Ty merely writhed and moaned with each thrust, rolling his hips to help Zane sink deeper, sliding his glistening skin and hard muscles against Zane, occasionally calling out Zane’s name or begging for more and harder. He never even tried to loosen his hands from Zane’s grip or pull his arm out from behind his back.
    “Ty — ” Zane choked out as he started to bend over Ty’s back, feeling the tension inside him about to