Cut and Run 5 - Armed and Dangerous

breathing stopped and he stiffened. His cock pulsed in Ty’s hand. Zane convulsed in a series of inarticulate moans, evidence of his orgasm spurting over Ty’s fingers. Ty watched hungrily as he continued to stroke him, fighting hard against the urge to pound into him through his orgasm.
    He groaned, though, gasping Zane’s name as Zane’s body pulsed around him. With each stroke, his fingers and Zane’s stomach were covered and Zane’s moans grew louder.
    Ty swore. “Next time I’ll be sucking you off instead of watching it hit your belly,” he growled, earning a desperate, plaintive groan from his lover in response.
    Ty took mercy on him and brought his hand to a stop. He ran both hands all over Zane’s body, smearing his come over him as he stared down at his face, dragging across his inner thighs and gripping his hips, then up his sides to squeeze his waist and pull him closer before running palms down to slide under his hips and lift him to pull him back fully into Ty’s lap.
    Zane opened his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, but with every touch, Ty could see Zane’s overstimulated skin prickle with sensation, and the inhale broke off. “Baby,” Zane whispered. “Don’t stop.”
    Ty shook his head. He gripped Zane hard and rolled his hips, moving inside him with a slow groan. He ran his hands over the insides of Zane’s thighs, looking down to watch himself pull almost completely out. He pushed at the backs of Zane’s legs, forcing his knees up more toward his chest. Ty was still kneeling when he began to thrust his hips forward, head down and biting his lip as he watched the shaft slide in and out of Zane’s tight ass. He loved to watch that.
    “You are so fucking gorgeous like this,” Zane rasped, one hand moving to cover Ty’s.
    Ty looked up at him before he was forced to let his head fall with a moan. He’d had every intention of finishing this as they’d started, torturously slow and gentle. But it was becoming increasingly difficult.
    He let Zane’s legs go and leaned over him, holding himself up with both hands as he looked down at his lover. His hips were still rocking, his cock sinking deeper into Zane with each thrust.
    “Can you take more?” he asked Zane breathlessly.
    “Yeah,” Zane said before moaning and biting his lip again. “I’m really getting to like this whole slow burn thing.”
    Ty ducked his head and groaned in agreement. He picked up the strength of his thrusts again, gasping and moaning as he drove himself closer to climax. But he managed to keep the languid pace he’d set before. Both of them were damp with sweat even though the room was chilly, and everywhere Ty’s skin touched Zane’s seemed to be on fire. A drop of sweat rolled down Ty’s nose and dropped to Zane’s chest.
    His movements became sharper, tinged with frustration as the slow build of pleasure continued. Each thrust rocked Zane, driving their bodies harder together.
    Zane lifted his legs enough to wrap them around Ty again, changing the angle of Ty’s thrusts, and he gave a long, forlorn cry as Ty hit his prostate. “Oh, God baby, so, so good.”
    Ty watched Zane as he ramped up his thrusts, keeping the same angle and pounding him hard for a few seconds before going back to the slower, deeper thrusts.
    He loved watching Zane get fucked.
    He wanted to keep at him, fuck him just like this until Zane came again, until he emptied himself deep inside Zane over and over and left them both totally spent, but he didn’t think he could do it. It was too tempting to let go and take him hard and fast when he was so close to coming himself.
    “Baby,” he pleaded in a strained, harsh voice as he laid himself out over Zane again and pressed his forehead against Zane’s chest.
    “Don’t stop,” Zane begged again. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, tilting his hips back with each slow slide to try to take Ty deeper. “Please, give me more.”
    Ty’s will to draw it out snapped. He raised his head and wrapped his arms around Zane, gathering him close. He briefly allowed himself the pleasure of fucking him, hard and fast, nearly pulling out of him each time before breaching him again and driving back into him. Zane cried out and dragged his fingernails down Ty’s back as their bodies slapped together.
    When Ty felt the orgasm almost on him, he stopped and held Zane close to him, breaths harsh and body screaming for release. When it ebbed, he rolled them until he was on his back