Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

knees up and then wrapped his legs around Zane’s hips. He looked up at Zane, his eyes glazed and full of desire.
    Zane was too wound up; it was tempting to just take Ty right then. But he made himself place one palm on Ty’s belly. He’d been fucking Ty every day, sometimes twice a day, for an entire week. Sometimes without any form of preparation. Ty didn’t need it or want it, usually. They both liked it rough. But Zane always asked. “You want this without prep?” he rasped, patting Ty’s thigh.
    “Yes,” Ty answered breathlessly. He closed his eyes and nodded, running his hands up Zane’s arms, letting his fingers drag over the defined muscles.
    Zane shuddered as he grabbed for the little bottle and slathered himself with lubricant. He leaned forward, bracing himself on one arm as he guided his cock with the other. Ty flinched at the cold lubricant, but he lifted his hips and groaned as Zane pushed slowly into him. After a couple slick slides he settled in and started to rock, but he could tell right away it was going to take a hard push to sink himself fully inside; even though he’d fucked him just that morning, Ty was tight and close around him, so tense and fucking warm. He always was. Hoping to God he didn’t hurt him, Zane reached to slide his hand behind Ty’s head and lift it so he could capture Ty’s lips as he snapped his hips forward with a grunt.
    Ty cried out desperately, the sound nearly muffled by Zane’s lips but not quite. His fingers dug into the back of Zane’s neck, and he shouted hoarsely again as his entire body arched beneath Zane’s. Zane gasped for breath, pulled his hips back, and then sank in again, slower this time, though it was almost as difficult to move as Ty clamped down around him. Despite Ty’s bucking hips, Zane started to fuck Ty steadily, his breathing heavy, and he growled again as he grabbed Ty’s wrists and held him down. “Gonna fuck you ’til you scream,” Zane ground out as he watched Ty’s face.
    Ty could do little more than whimper and writhe in response. His eyes fluttered open to look up at Zane, but then he pushed his head back and closed them again, squirming beneath Zane and squeezing his knees together at Zane’s waist, lifting his hips to meet each of Zane’s thrusts. Wanting more room to move, Zane reared back and grasped behind each of Ty’s knees, pushing them toward Ty’s chest so he could thrust right against his ass, their skin slapping with each push.
    Ty cried out again, struggling against Zane’s weight and starting up a litany of incoherent begging and cursing. He grasped for something to hold onto besides the sheets. He didn’t seem to know what to do with himself or with the pleasure as Zane rammed into him. Zane realized he hadn’t seen it before — he’d always had Ty from behind, fucking him on his knees or bent over a table or against the wall of his bedroom. He’d never been between Ty’s legs like this, holding him down, feeling his body tense around him, watching him lose control.
    Ty may have been acting the submissive this week, but surely he was too far gone to be actively thinking about it now… and Zane had done it to him. With a gasp for air, Zane lost his tenuous hold on his control and let loose for a series of brutal thrusts as he started to come again.
    Ty threw his head back and cried his name desperately, and even in the midst of his orgasm, Zane could feel Ty’s body pulsing around him. Zane ducked his head and tried desperately not to lose that feeling.
    Ty held to him tightly, breaths coming in ragged pants. He very nearly whimpered as Zane’s movements slowed, and he pressed his lips to Zane’s damp temple as his body practically melted, the tension seeping out of him. Zane held on to just enough strength to slowly lower Ty’s legs and settle himself down carefully before letting himself relax atop Ty’s sweaty body with a long groan, his lips brushing Ty’s cheekbone.
    Ty lay with his eyes closed, gulping air. “Jesus, Zane,” he finally managed to say.
    Zane grunted and pressed a kiss to Ty’s cheek. His head was still spinning, and he was afraid that if he opened his eyes the world would tilt. He just wanted to hold Ty close.
    All too soon Ty moved beneath him, sighing as he gently tried to urge Zane to roll. The noise out of Zane’s throat was something of a protest, but he reached between them and carefully pulled out with a plaintive sigh. Ty groaned with him. Zane shifted so