Cut and Run 3 - Fish and Chips

spasmed around his cock. He slid his hand up and over Zane’s hip, smearing come on his skin. He gripped him hard and began truly thrusting into him, rocking Zane’s body and slapping their damp skin together.
    Zane finally moaned out a long, aching wail as his body clutched around Ty. If Ty kept going, Zane was going to come again. He could feel pleasure building again deep in his gut and his balls, and he moved with the pummeling, leaning forward to press his forehead to the sheets. Ty had promised to keep fucking him, and God, was he ever.
    Ty stretched out over him, slowing his hips as he whispered, “Okay?”
    Drawing in a shaky breath, Zane opened dazed eyes to stare at the tangled sheets. “Don’t stop,” he breathed. He wanted to come again with Ty’s cock deep inside him. He wanted to hear Ty. He wanted to feel Ty empty himself into him at that moment. Oh fucking hell, he wanted it, to feel Ty so fucking close….
    Ty lowered his head and pressed his forehead against Zane’s back, whimpering and then growling plaintively as he complied. He pushed back up, gripping one of Zane’s hips and his shoulder to use as leverage. He gasped with the pounding thrusts, and Zane groaned between harsh breaths as he reveled in the way Ty was using his body. He was half-hard again, pleasure radiating from his groin with every move. He reached under himself to palm himself again, reaching far between his legs to massage Ty as well.
    Ty simply moaned in response and clutched at Zane hard as he finally found his release. He panted against Zane’s skin as his hips continued to rock, his body jerking with the stimulation. Zane gripped himself as Ty came and pumped hard to a smaller but sharper climax, his body tensing around Ty’s pulsing cock.
    After an eternity of almost painful pleasure, Ty stilled and pressed his forehead against Zane’s back, breathing harshly. Then he pulled out quickly, maybe enjoying the fact that he didn’t have to worry about a condom. Zane shuddered as he felt a hot trail of come slide along the inside of his thigh, and it was on the tip of his tongue to tell Ty to do it all over again.
    Once Ty shifted back, Zane’s arms finally gave out, and he sank to his belly, his knees spread wide, before he curled to his side, still flinching as shocks of sensation coursed through him. He watched through barely open eyes as Ty crawled up onto the bed like a man who’d just run a marathon and collapsed beside him.
    Ty scooted closer and slid his knee between Zane’s legs, pulling himself over and nuzzling against Zane’s cheek before kissing him. “You okay?” he asked again softly.
    Zane slid his arm over Ty’s waist to help them remain close. “Yeah,” he whispered, giving in to the urge to shift his hips and feel more of Ty’s come sliding between his cheeks and thighs. “You?”
    “Maybe,” Ty murmured in answer. “We’ll see in the morning,” he added with a small smile.
    Zane was solemn, though. “You gonna wake up in the morning and think better of this?”
    Ty kissed him again languidly, sliding his cleaner hand into Zane’s hair and breathing in deeply through his nose so he could kiss Zane harder and longer. “No,” he assured him once he finally pulled away.
    Zane rolled to his back long enough to free his other arm so he could wrap both around Ty possessively. “Okay,” he whispered as he managed a breath. He moved just enough to press their foreheads together. “Never saw this kind of thing coming.”
    “Damn,” Ty responded wryly. “Then I could have said it was all your fault.”
    Zane jabbed at Ty’s ribs. Ty oomphed and jerked, snickering. “You know what I mean,” Zane muttered.
    Ty quieted and nudged himself closer. “Maybe,” he admitted slyly.
    Narrowing his eyes, Zane pulled his head back to look at his partner. “Maybe?”
    Ty’s entire body shivered with a pleasurable ripple as the cool air began to touch him. “You know you wanted me,” he teased gently, a smirk in his voice.
    Zane snorted quietly. “Certainly wasn’t your pleasant disposition that caught my attention,” he muttered as he lightly kissed Ty’s jaw.
    “Sure it was,” Ty huffed. “It’s my best feature.”
    “Your ass is your best feature,” Zane corrected. Ty gave another insulted huff and began to roll away from him. Zane laughed and flexed his arms, not letting him move. “What? You want me to say something else? Something poetic? Like your flashing eyes? Or your