Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

to the bare
    hardwood as Zane gasped for air. He had Zane‟s wrists in his hands and
    was kissing him again, right there in the middle of the floor, and Zane
    could only whisper Ty‟s name whenever their lips parted.
    Zane‟s fingers splayed as Ty held his wrists against whatever
    force Zane tried to bring to bear, but he was well and truly caught. He
    whimpered against Ty‟s lips, wordlessly begging for more as he pushed
    his hips against his lover‟s.
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    He could tell Ty‟d had a plan when he‟d started this, perhaps one
    devised to torture Zane just a little—well, hell, maybe a lot—at first.
    But now Ty seemed to have lost the more controlled feeling to him. He
    loosened his hands from around Zane‟s wrists and moved one to Zane‟s
    body to push the remains of his shirt aside and dip under his belt,
    sliding his rough fingers against Zane‟s sensitive skin. Zane groaned
    happily and shifted under Ty‟s touch, and he reached for his belt buckle
    to loosen it.
    Ty pushed up to give both their hands room to move, helping him
    with the belt as he continued to hold Zane‟s other wrist against the
    ground.
    “Fuck, Zane,” he grumbled, finally letting Zane‟s other hand go
    and pushing himself to kneel over Zane‟s thighs. “Why are you always
    wearing so many clothes?”
    “Oh, for Christ‟s sake,” Zane muttered as he unfastened his pants
    and folded over the placket. “Am I supposed to strip down anytime I
    walk in now?” he asked as he sat up enough to pull the ruined dress
    shirt and thin undershirt over his head and toss them aside. “Or maybe
    I‟m just waiting for you to tell me what to do about it,” he prodded as
    he leaned back on his elbows, hoping it would push Ty back into
    action. Zane was hard and visibly straining his briefs. Ty in charge did
    that to him really damn quickly.
    “With your track record, you‟ll come in playing strippergram and
    I‟ll be in the middle of Thanksgiving dinner or something,” Ty
    grumbled. He leaned closer to Zane, putting his hands on the floor
    beside Zane‟s hips. “Shut up,” he added almost as an afterthought, his
    lips moving just inches away from Zane‟s. He was on his hands and
    knees again, still fully clothed even after bitching about Zane‟s
    unsatisfactory state of undress, and he looked down at Zane with
    narrowed eyes.
    Zane looked at him innocently. “What? Do I have to come up
    with some more puns?”
    “You really have no concept of how close you are to not getting
    fucked, do you?” Ty asked darkly. Zane shut his mouth and watched
    Ty closely for clues. He didn‟t think he‟d pushed too much, but he
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    could have miscalculated. “That‟s what I thought,” Ty growled before
    roughly kissing Zane again, forcing him flat on the floor, actually
    sliding him on the hardwood with the force and barely giving him the
    chance to breathe as he practically devoured him.
    Something inside Zane gave a pitifully grateful cry of thanks as
    he collapsed under Ty‟s weight, not even caring that his shoulders and
    skull hit the floor hard. He was dizzy already, and all his nerve endings
    sparked whenever Ty touched him.
    Zane craved this. He needed it, like he needed air.
    His reaction only spurred Ty on. Rough hands roamed over
    Zane‟s body. Hips ground down against him. Teeth scraped against
    Zane‟s lips and tongue and cheek and chin and neck. The day‟s worth
    of stubble on Ty‟s face was almost painful against Zane‟s skin, but Ty
    so rarely did this to him that Zane wasn‟t about to object. He wanted to
    be overwhelmed; it was a hell of a ride when Ty got it in his head to
    really drive them to another level.
    Zane shuddered as it occurred to him that it really didn‟t seem
    like just sex anymore. It was more , more passionate, more emotional,
    more energizing, more draining… at that moment, he wasn‟t sure it had
    ever been just sex between them. He knew Ty loved him, and
    sometimes he could feel how badly Ty wanted him. Zane moaned and
    clutched at Ty. “Please,” he breathed.
    Ty pushed away from him and quickly yanked his T-shirt over his
    head, revealing the impressive display of muscles Zane had become so
    familiar with. He tossed the shirt aside as he laid himself back out over
    Zane and kissed him hungrily, their bare skin catching and pulling as
    Ty moved.
    Zane wrapped his arms around Ty, dragging his fingers down
    along his spine before