Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

and the quiet times they lay together were becoming more addictive. At this moment, there was no choice but to watch, and it was so intimate Zane could hardly stand it.
    Ty’s hand moved slowly at first, his eyes fluttering closed and his head tilting back as he sat over Zane’s thighs and stroked himself. His other hand merely rested on Zane’s belly. He groaned softly, opening his eyes to look down at Zane again. Zane was riveted by the sight before him. Ty’s long fingers curled around his cock as he touched himself in the way that most pleased him. Zane had to remind himself to breathe as he moistened his lips. Ty spared him a knowing smirk before speeding his hand and moaning softly. The fingers on Zane’s belly began to curl, dragging against his skin as Ty’s head fell back and he pushed his hips forward into his own hand. Zane fought the urge to groan as his body reacted more quickly than he would have expected. Then again, he’d never had this kind of visual, indirect stimulation to help him recover. Ty straddling him, his pants pushed down haphazardly, and his hard cock in his hand was the most debauched show Zane could imagine.
    Ty’s eyes were closed again, his soft moans almost constant as he stroked himself. He climbed onto his knees and edged forward. The pants cooperated, sliding down his legs to his calves, and he placed his other hand flat on Zane’s chest as he lowered himself again to sit and rub against Zane’s groin. Zane’s hardening cock slid against Ty’s ass as he arched his body. His hand moved faster, and every inch of Ty’s tight muscles telegraphed his pleasure and how much he wanted Zane inside him as he touched himself.
    “Jesus,” Zane swore under his breath, his hands moving unconsciously to Ty’s thighs and gripping them. He was starting to ache now, the pressure of Ty’s weight and movement making it wonderfully worse. His eyes widened as he tried to take in as much of the sight as he could. Ty was moving constantly, writhing, unable to remain still as the pleasure built. His blunt fingernails dragged across Zane’s chest as his hips rocked. He groaned wantonly and gasped Zane’s name as his shoulders hunched and his body coiled.
    Zane was speaking before he realized it. “That’s it, baby. Wanna hear you. Wanna see you come all over me. C’mon, baby,” he said hoarsely as he lifted his hips up to grind against Ty’s rutting.
    Ty gasped and rocked down into Zane’s body under him, his hand squeezing hard as his entire body tensed. He gave a sudden shout, short and hoarse, and his shoulders snapped back as he began to empty himself onto Zane’s belly.
    “So goddamn gorgeous,” Zane breathed, ignoring how hard he was and how much he wanted to flip Ty onto his back in favor of soaking in the sight of Ty as he climaxed.
    Ty panted as he hunched over Zane, barely keeping himself from just flattening out. He breathed hard, his eyes closed and his breath gusting warm against Zane’s face. Then he raised his head slightly and kissed Zane passionately, moaning into the kiss as he laid his body out over Zane’s.
    The wet slide of their skin sent another shock through Zane, and as they kissed he wrapped his arms around Ty and rolled them over, settling on top of him and grabbing his wrists to pin them to the bed. The possessiveness in him flared nearly out of control as he took over the kiss hungrily.
    Ty laughed breathily, his body relaxed and pliable under Zane. “Baby,” he murmured, the sound so soft Zane wasn’t even sure Ty knew he’d said it.
    Zane dragged his tongue down the side of Ty’s neck. “You ever wanna get fucked, now you know what to do to get it,” he growled, biting down on Ty’s collarbone and thrusting against his thigh.
    Ty laughed harder. “All I have to do to get fucked is look at you,” he reminded wryly as he tried to wriggle out of the pants that still clung to his calves.
    Zane huffed and climbed off him long enough to grab the bottle of lubricant and a condom off the side table. “Fine,” he said as he yanked Ty’s pants off and settled back between his knees, cussing as he tore into the box and ripped open a packet so he could roll a condom on. His belly was still sticky, and he ran his hand through it, then gripped his own cock and jacked himself slowly with a hand slicked by Ty’s come. “You ever wanna get fucked hard , now you know what to do to get it.”
    “Oh God, yeah,” Ty groaned excitedly as he pulled his