Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

body, Zane flexed his hips until he was as deep inside Ty as he could get. A soft moan escaped him, and after kissing Ty again, he began to move, a slow rocking motion that built into a real rhythm. The first true thrust wrung an involuntary gasp out of Ty, and he pushed his hips into each one that followed. It spurred Zane on, his movements sliding Ty’s shoulders against the expensive sheets, the bulk of Zane’s weight on that one hand forcing Ty’s wrists to sink into the mattress.
    Ty couldn’t describe how it felt to be pinned beneath Zane and taken in such an intimate, forceful way. Sex with Zane in any form was always enjoyable, but this was something different, something more than he’d ever given anyone.
    He wrapped his legs around Zane’s hips, his back curling as he met Zane’s thrusts. A desperate stutter of a moan passed his lips, and he jerked his head to the side as Zane shoved into him. Zane’s free hand came up to grip Ty’s hair, pulling his face back so he had to look up. It was an odd feeling, looking into the eyes of the man who moved inside him. It wasn’t uncomfortable, though. Far from it.
    Zane flexed his hips as he bit at Ty’s lip. “Kiss me,” he said, voice hoarse and demanding.
    Ty nearly whimpered. His hands moved to reach for his lover, but Zane’s restraint on his wrists stopped them. Ty gasped instead and rolled his hips again, then pushed back with his shoulders to lift himself just enough to press his lips to Zane’s.
    Zane crushed their mouths together, the passion flaring out of control as he sank deep. Ty’s ears were filled with the thuds of their bodies meeting, the barely there gasps that wrung out of him, Zane’s grunts of effort and pleasure against his neck. He curled to combat the brutal pounding, a cry escaping as his fingers splayed. Zane leaned even more of his weight forward on Ty’s hands, thrusting in and then grinding close before pulling back, only to push in again.
    Ty writhed and let out a shameless whimper, then moved again to hook his ankles behind Zane’s lower back for lack of any other way to hold on to him. Zane moaned as the angle of his entry changed, and the soft sound ratcheted up the heat inside Ty, pleasure curling in his groin. Zane hissed before shifting to start in on him harder, his hips ramming against Ty’s ass. As it went on and on, Ty cried out, and the hoarse sounds weren’t quite words.
    He twisted as Zane pounded into him, unable to do anything but open himself up to the vulnerability of pleasure. Breathing hard, Zane started to slow, changing the hard thrusts to long, smooth slides. He lowered himself to lie against Ty, reaching up with his other hand to pull Ty’s wrists down. Zane kissed him, slow and sure. Ty moaned and spread his captive hands, letting Zane’s fingers thread into his, feeling helpless in Zane’s grasp but loving that he could trust Zane with that feeling. Not once did it cross his mind to panic or try to escape the grip of Zane’s fingers. At that moment, he was totally Zane’s.
    “I love to see you like this,” Zane whispered against Ty’s ear, causing a shudder to travel through Ty’s body. “So fucking perfect.”
    Zane must have felt Ty’s reaction, because he gasped and snapped his hips hard and then moved back up on his knees. He let go of one of Ty’s hands, then reached down to slide his free hand against Ty’s hip, holding on to him. Ty arched into his touch, reaching out to drag his fingers over Zane’s shoulder and down his chest. Short, tortured breaths escaped his parted lips. He couldn’t force himself to open his eyes as Zane started to move inside him again.
    “Ty,” Zane said as he released Ty’s other wrist and moved his hand to splay his palm across Ty’s chest. “Look at me. Open your eyes, baby.”
    Ty whimpered with the words, almost a pained gasp as he forced his eyes open.
    Zane swallowed hard as he drew a shaky breath. “Are you feeling this too?” he asked, breathless as he rolled his hips against Ty.
    Ty met his eyes for a brief moment before the pleasure and the proximity caused his eyes to fall shut once more and his body to jerk as he reached for Zane’s neck and pulled him close. Zane’s fingers tightened in his hair, holding him there.
    “Yes,” Ty answered, surprised at how desperate the honest answer sounded. He moaned, licking his lips as he tried to process through the haze, and then pressed his mouth to Zane’s ear. The flare of heat