Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

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    and grab his ass possessively, then squeezed hard as he thrust his groin
    against Zane‟s and kissed him. Under Ty‟s hands, Zane could do
    nothing but writhe against the door and try to return the kisses best he
    could. He had to struggle to get the sleeves of his shirt untangled from
    his hands, and Ty didn‟t help him at all. When he finally got loose, he
    clutched at one of Ty‟s shoulders for support.
    Ty moved his hands, fingers digging into soft flesh as he pushed
    Zane‟s briefs down. “Don‟t fucking move,” Ty growled against his lips.
    And then he was gone, pushing away from Zane and disappearing into
    silence. Zane almost flailed as he lost his hold, and he flattened himself
    against the door, trying to keep from sliding to the floor along with his
    underwear. He sucked in deep breaths, trying to calm down a little. His
    cock was hard and aching, near-rigid against his abdomen, and he
    almost reached down to try to relieve a little of the pressure, but Ty‟s
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    words echoed in his ears, and no way was he going to disobey an order
    like that. He moved just enough to kick out of his jeans and briefs.
    He distantly heard the sound of a drawer opening and shutting,
    and after a few short moments, Ty was back. When he touched Zane, it
    was obvious that he‟d stripped off the rest of his clothes while moving.
    They‟d be tripping over Ty‟s blue suit all the way to the bedroom. If
    they got that far. When Ty pressed against him, it was all hard muscle,
    smooth skin, and rough hands. He grabbed at the backs of Zane‟s
    thighs and tugged, pulling Zane‟s feet away from the door and almost
    off the floor. It lowered Zane to Ty‟s height, and Ty rubbed his hard
    cock against Zane‟s as he licked and sucked and nipped at Zane‟s lips.
    Zane grabbed for Ty‟s shoulders and held on tight. Ty was hot
    and hard all over, and Zane needed him badly. “Baby, please,” Zane
    groaned.
    “Oh, now I‟m „baby‟, am I?” Ty asked gruffly, his voice husky
    and strained. “What happened to making me jealous? Teasing poor Ty
    with the hot waiter?” His hand grabbed Zane‟s ass again and squeezed
    hard; then he pulled at the back of Zane‟s thigh and bent his knees,
    lowering himself enough to yank Zane‟s left leg over his hip.
    Zane shifted his weight to his right leg, reached out to grab the
    doorknob with his left hand, and hooked his other arm over Ty‟s
    shoulder, needing some kind of leverage as Ty manhandled him. “Need
    you too much to tease,” he got out between breaths. “Didn‟t plan it,
    really didn‟t.”
    Ty hummed disbelievingly. Zane heard the distinctive pop of the
    cap on the tube of lubricant, and then Ty‟s hand was between them,
    squeezing the cold gel out onto his own cock and onto Zane‟s. He
    tossed the tube away, and Zane heard it land somewhere as Ty‟s hand
    wrapped around both of them and began to jack them slowly.
    His lips came to rest against Zane‟s for a moment before moving.
    “I‟m going to fuck you until you can‟t remember your name,” he
    promised in an oddly intimate voice. He pulled Zane‟s lower lip
    between his and dragged his teeth along it.
    Zane clutched at his lover desperately as Ty‟s hand squeezed.
    Fuck, he wanted that. “Please… please, Ty.”
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    “Nobody likes a beggar,” Ty whispered. He hiked Zane‟s leg up
    higher and reached behind him with his slick hand. His fingers were hot
    as they massaged at Zane, teasing at him, taunting him by dipping

deeper and twisting. They fucked often enough that it didn‟t take much
    preparation, sometimes nothing but lubricant. Ty was doing this now
    because he wanted to tease Zane, not because Zane needed it.
    Zane gasped out a laugh. “You love it when I beg.”
    Ty growled again, biting down harder on Zane‟s lip as he moved
    with alarming speed and power. He hooked his arm under Zane‟s leg
    and hefted him farther up the door, getting a gasp of surprise out of
    Zane. That leg now rested in the crook of Ty‟s arm, and Zane‟s balance
    on the other was threatened when Ty slammed Zane against the door,
    holding him there with the weight of his body and the strength of his
    arms. His hands tugged at Zane‟s hips, bowing Zane‟s back, and Zane
    could feel the head of Ty‟s cock, rock hard against his ass.
    A wild, needy keen tore from Zane‟s throat as his fingers
    scrabbled for purchase on Ty‟s skin. He would have