Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

at once. He gasped at the tiny bite and shifted back against Ty’s finger, making a deeply needy noise. Ty murmured nonsense into his ear and then scraped his teeth over the skin of his shoulder again as he twisted the finger inside him. He pushed at him from behind, using his whole body, and forced Zane’s hips to thrust down against the mattress.
    Crying out sharply, Zane dug in, rutting his hips against the sheets to stimulate his hardened cock. If he had to hump the mattress in order to get Ty to fuck him, he’d gladly do it.
    Ty added another slick finger impatiently and twisted them wickedly.
    “Jesus! Ty!” Zane hissed as his ass clenched around Ty’s long digits. Ty hummed in response and dug the fingers of his free hand into Zane’s hip. He pushed against him demandingly and bent over him to bite into the tender skin under Zane’s shoulder blade. Ty knew what kind of response he’d get. Zane yelled again and drove his hips back and then down against the bed. Ty pressed against him and murmured to him again, asking him if he was ready.
    “Fuck, yes! Please!” Zane answered mournfully, trying to get more friction against his cock, but the angle was wrong. “Please, baby,” he begged hoarsely.
    Ty hastily removed his fingers, fumbled with the small bottle next to Zane’s knee, and then liberally applied the lubricant to himself. His hand slid over Zane’s lower back appreciatively, and the slow slide just made Zane quiver as he felt fingers stroking over the skin. He breathed Ty’s name again, trying to hold as still as possible as he gripped the sheets. Ty seemed to be holding his breath as he pressed against Zane. As he felt Ty brush against him, Zane wondered if Ty had ever done this without a condom — he hadn’t himself—but Ty’s cock pushed into him before he could think about it more.
    Ty gave a wanton groan as he rocked slowly in. Zane tried to relax as Ty pushed, but the desire gripping him made him tense up all over. He bit his lip against a gasp and tried to wiggle a little to get Ty to move.
    “Stop moving or I’m just gonna come all over your ass right here,” Ty growled to him as he dragged his fingers down Zane’s back.
    Zane hung his head and tried to take in even breaths as his body adjusted to let Ty slide in. Then he moaned aloud and pushed back his hips in encouragement.
    “That’s it,” Ty groaned with difficulty. He reached around Zane and stroked him slowly, his hand practically trapped between Zane’s body and the bed. He pushed in further, moaning again as he did so, and he laid himself out on top of Zane and flexed his hips.
    Zane cried out wordlessly before burying his face against the sheets. Ty’s weight on him changed the whole experience, and he couldn’t think at all now. He could only react. “Please,” he whispered over and over as Ty moved slowly inside him. He could feel the rock of Ty’s hips against his ass, feel the push of his bare cock deeper and deeper, feel his breaths on the back of his neck. Just knowing that Ty would be literally emptying himself inside him made Zane’s body tingle — he was so very aware of it.
    Ty groaned, a plaintive moan as he began to rock his hips rhythmically, pulling almost all the way out and then sliding back in slowly. He gripped Zane’s hip beneath him and trapped Zane under him, and he pressed his open mouth against the back of Zane’s shoulder and whispered his name. Moaning constantly, Zane tensed again as the climax started to threaten, and his muscles clamped around Ty as he began to twitch, trying to shift and get just a little more stimulation on his cock.
    Ty raised his hips and pulled at Zane, lifting him just enough that with each thrust Zane was pushed into his hand. “Come on, Zane,” he coaxed in a low voice. “I promise I’ll keep fucking you after you come.”
    Once he was thrusting into Ty’s hand, Zane started writhing, gasping Ty’s name with each push. But it had to be faster, harder, deeper. Ty knew, though, just as he always did. He picked up his own rhythm, driving into Zane harder and harder, erratically hitting his prostate, forcing Zane’s cock into his slicked hand as he fucked him. Zane bit off a loud yell as he hit orgasm, his hot come stringing over Ty’s fingers to drip to the sheets as he pushed back on Ty’s cock over and over.
    Ty called out in a hoarse voice as Zane’s movements became wilder, but he managed to keep thrusting even as Zane clenched and