Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

one of Ty’s favorite places to touch and grip and dig his fingers into when they fucked. Ty ducked his head to kiss the spot he’d been stroking. Zane groaned and his eyes fell closed as he tipped his head back, and his hands closed into fists in the sheets.
    Ty grabbed the back of his thigh hard and folded Zane’s leg up as he leaned over him, bending just enough to kiss the inside of his knee. He reached for the little bottle of lubricant and pressed it into Zane’s hand. Then he sat back and let his hand slide under Zane’s other knee, his fingers gently stroking the very top of his calf, enjoying the sight of Zane’s legs splayed around his hips.
    Zane blinked his eyes open to look at Ty as he lifted the bottle and shook it a couple times before popping the top open. “What do you want?” he asked as he squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers.
    “Make sure you’re ready,” Ty murmured. His hand moved up Zane’s leg, not tugging or pulling, merely skimming over it until he reached his hip. “This is going to take a while.”
    Zane swallowed hard and reached for Ty, long fingers closing around his cock. Ty jutted his hips out, pushing into Zane’s hand as he watched. Zane took his sweet time, spreading the slick lubricant all over, palming the head, dragging his fingers against Ty’s balls. Ty reached to slide his fingers along Zane’s, not guiding him, just enjoying the stroke of his hand.
    “Ty,” Zane whispered, desperate and needy.
    Ty moved both their hands and pushed up to his knees, wrapping one arm around Zane’s leg to lift it again as he pushed Zane flat to his back. Zane reached for Ty with one hand, palm brushing against his bicep, fingers glancing off his shoulder; his other hand curled around his own shin to pull it closer to his chest.
    Ty didn’t have to ask him if he was ready. That touch to his shoulder told him everything he needed to know. He kissed him, taking his time with it, enjoying the last moments of anticipation before he reached between them and guided himself into Zane. He rocked in place until the slick head of his cock slipped past the muscles that fought him; then he gave one languorous push.
    Zane gasped out, his hand uselessly grasping for Ty’s hip.
    Ty lowered his head and let out a harsh sigh, resting his nose against Zane’s chin as he flexed his hips and pushed deeper into him. The shift of Zane’s body under him, the arch of Zane’s back, the shortness of his breath, it all combined to keep him shuddering as Ty filled him up. His exhaled breath was warm against Ty’s cheek as Zane started to moan.
    Ty lifted his head and kissed him hungrily, sliding his fingers into Zane’s hair and merely rocking his hips, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Zane calmed under him, joining in the rocking motion as their tongues slid together, and he wrapped his arms around Ty’s neck to hold him close. It was slow and sensual, nothing but their gasping breaths and the wet slide of their kisses.
    Zane lifted his knee higher, gasping when it pulled Ty deeper. Ty groaned, unable to continue merely rocking his hips any longer. His hand left Zane’s hair to slide up the back of his leg instead, fingers digging in as he pulled back and thrust in.
    Zane shivered under him and choked on a low cry of Ty’s name. “Please, baby, you gotta… move. Harder.”
    Ty kissed him again, tightening his hold simply because he could. He continued the slow, even thrusts, enjoying the slide of their bodies rather than trying to reach the end too soon. Zane’s fingers tightened on Ty’s arms, but Ty stayed steady. The tension released, and Zane resorted to making needy noises in his throat and rolling his hips to meet each thrust.
    Ty truly didn’t think they’d ever done this. They’d intended to several times, but neither of them had the strength of will to go slowly when the other was begging for harder and faster.
    He pulled Zane’s leg up further as his thrusts got longer, but he managed to maintain the sensual speed, driving into Zane deep and pulling out slow so he could feel Zane’s muscles squeezing and pulling at him. He relished the slide every time he pulled back, and every time he pushed back in, it sent hot waves of pleasure and desire through him.
    “Fuck, Zane,” Ty found himself whispering breathlessly as he pressed his face against Zane’s neck.
    Their bodies rocked with the languid rhythm. Zane’s answer was a pleased hum.
    Ty raised his