Cut and Run 4 - Divide and Conquer

given anything to
    see Ty‟s face right at this moment. He could imagine it: hazel eyes
    sparking, brow furrowed and full lips pursed with concentration and
    intent. The amount of pure brute strength and violent desire it had to
    take for Ty to practically pick Zane up and hold most of his weight was
    incredible.
    He jostled Zane some more, grunting and sucking air through his
    teeth as he struggled to get them in position. It took a few attempts as
    Ty fumbled and kissed him messily, but he finally forced himself inside
    Zane as he let gravity pull Zane‟s body down. By the purr that echoed
    through them both, Zane could tell Ty was savoring the slow slide, and
    when the head of his cock pushed past Zane‟s tight muscle, he
    punctuated it with another violent exploration of Zane‟s mouth and a
    hard thrust of his hips.
    Zane‟s cry of pained pleasure was muffled by their kiss, and he
    dug in his fingers and tensed his leg, trying to hold onto Ty. It was
    uncomfortable and precarious and unbelievably fucking hot. Zane
    thought he might come at any moment, come all over Ty and himself
    right there, just as Ty was getting started. He would have been
    embarrassed if he didn‟t want it so badly.
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    “Fuck,” he gasped as soon as their lips parted. “Oh fuck… Ty .”
    Ty didn‟t respond other than to bury his face in Zane‟s neck and
    thrust up into him again, over and over. He occasionally hitched Zane
    higher, the sensation of being picked up and then pulled down onto
    Ty‟s cock entirely different from anything Zane had experienced
    before. Ty panted heavily with exertion and bit at Zane‟s shoulder as if
    he wanted to simply devour him. Zane wanted to be eaten alive. He
    held on as the pleasure racked him until he couldn‟t conceive of
    anything but Ty‟s hands and teeth on his skin and riding Ty‟s cock.
    A low growl started in Ty‟s throat, and the thrusts of his hips
    began to slam Zane erratically against the door. He tightened his hold
    on Zane‟s leg and ass and lifted him higher yet again, putting Zane on
    the toes of one foot, and Zane gasped as the warm skin of his back
    skipped on the weather-chilled painted metal of the door, catching and
    pulling. Ty‟s growl became a tortured, brutal shout as he fucked Zane
    painfully hard, without any regard for either of their bodies.
    It only took a few of those thrusts to force a broken whine out of
    Zane as the tension in him snapped and he slammed into climax,
    coming in pulses with Ty‟s thrusts, his come smearing between them.
    Zane‟s entire body tensed and strained in Ty‟s arms, helpless. All he
    could do was trust Ty to keep him from falling and ride out the pleasure
    that was blotting out absolutely everything but his lover moving inside
    him, prolonging the orgasm.
    It was a few more glorious seconds before Ty‟s movements froze
    and his body arched. He was silent as he came inside Zane. When his
    body uncoiled, he was gasping for breath, his forehead resting against
    Zane‟s shoulder. His skin was damp with sweat, and his arms and
    shoulders trembled as he pulled out of Zane quickly and lowered
    Zane‟s feet to the ground. But Zane‟s legs were far too wobbly to
    support him, and he grasped at Ty as he started to slide down the door
    to the thin carpet. Ty huffed a laugh, and they sank to the floor
    together. Ty shifted and sat down with a thump beside Zane, his back to
    the door and their shoulders brushing. He was breathing hard from the
    exertion, still gasping for air.
    Zane leaned sideways and laid his head against Ty‟s shoulder.
    “What‟s my name again?” he murmured, still spinning. It was really
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    hard to stop being dizzy when he couldn‟t focus his eyes on something
    to halt the motion.
    Ty began to chuckle, though the sound was an exhausted one.
    “That‟ll learn ya,” he drawled, obviously pleased with himself.
    Zane reached up to pet Ty‟s thigh and then splayed his hand in
    the curve of Ty‟s elbow just below where he rested his head. Ty‟s arm
    snaked around his shoulders and squeezed him tightly. He pressed a
    kiss to Zane‟s forehead, then buried his nose in Zane‟s hair and inhaled
    deeply.
    “You know I don‟t care if you eat at that damn restaurant, right?”
    Ty murmured, his voice low and affectionate and oddly gentle after
    what they‟d just done.
    Zane turned his chin enough to press a kiss against Ty‟s
    collarbone as pleasant