Cut and Run 7 - Touch and Geaux

never tried to be something he wasn’t. He’d never tried to hide what he was. Warrior. Weapon. Bad guy. Zane knew what he was. The pain and betrayal faded. The world faded.
    Ty turned his face under Zane’s thumb and kissed his palm. Zane raised his hips, pushing his cock against Ty’s thigh.
    “Zane,” Ty moaned, lowering his forehead to Zane’s shoulder and flexing his back and hips to keep the wildly arousing rhythm going. “I need you.”
    Zane didn’t answer. He knew Ty needed him, could feel it in the very air they breathed. He pressed his nose and mouth against Ty’s cheek, clenched hard at Ty’s shoulder and hair, body writhing beneath Ty’s. His cock slid against hard muscle and soft skin. Ty’s cock drove against his hip and stomach, pressing against his.
    Ty bit down on the curve of Zane’s neck as he shoved a little harder against him, and a jolt went through Zane’s body. Ty hummed against his skin until it degenerated into a low growl. The rocking stopped, shifting into a more sinuous, deliberate pressure.
    “Oh Jesus, Ty,” Zane gasped out.
    Now he needed Ty inside him. It felt like he’d stuck his finger in a light socket, electricity zigzagging through him wherever Ty touched, settling deep in his belly, coiling. Ty knew exactly what he was doing to him and exploited it mercilessly, egging on the pleasure racking Zane’s body with a violent kiss. Zane bucked his hips as Ty’s tongue lapped at his. Ty grasped Zane’s hands, lacing their fingers together, slid them under Zane’s head until their chests touched, and pinned them to the mattress. Zane’s body was completely at Ty’s mercy.
    Zane forced his eyes open and found Ty’s as he surrendered all control to him. He trusted him, despite everything, despite trying to convince himself he couldn’t. He trusted Ty with his body. He always had. He trusted Ty with his heart. It was his very soul that Ty had the power to break.
    Ty captured Zane’s mouth in a kiss.
    Sensation overflowed for a brief, shining moment. Ty’s lips against his. The warmth and weight of his body, the way he felt between Zane’s thighs. The sensual rocking of his hips, their cocks sliding, leaking. Then it all came crashing down. He arched his back, squeezing Ty’s hips, groaning Ty’s name into their kiss, his entire body spasming and tightening as his orgasm crashed over him. Ty didn’t let up, didn’t pull away, still rubbing against him, sliding slick now between their bellies.
    “Zane,” Ty growled against his ear.
    Zane was still gasping for breath, sensations and emotions washing over him in a jumble. He panted against the skin of Ty’s neck, unable to do anything more than inhale his scent.
    Ty released Zane’s hands and pushed himself to his knees. Zane grabbed him by the shoulder. “You’re not done.”
    Ty leaned over him to kiss him again. He reached between them, swiping one hand down Zane’s slick abdomen and cock, stroking down to Zane’s thighs and urging them apart.
    Zane let his knees fall to the sides, spreading his legs wider. Ty kissed the inside of Zane’s knee, then crawled backward. He left the bed and went in search of one of their bags, leaving Zane to try to regain his breath alone.
    When Ty returned, he crawled between Zane’s legs and ran his tongue along Zane’s stomach. Zane lifted his head to watch, fascinated as Ty licked his cum from his abs.
    “Ty,” he gasped.
    Ty knelt, running his hand through Zane’s cum, spreading it across his stomach. Then he added a generous amount of lube to his palm and used that hand to grip his own straining cock. Zane pulled one leg up and rolled over onto his stomach, inviting Ty to take him. Ty gripped one of Zane’s hips and moved in close, wasting no time pushing in.
    Zane’s fingers dragged across the sheets. Ty’s hand found his and he laced their fingers together, clenching as he pushed in deeper. Once he was as far as he could get, he laid his body out over Zane’s, kissing Zane’s shoulder, enveloping him in strong arms. His breathing broke into sharp pants.
    “Come on, Ty,” Zane panted, rolling his hips just enough to spur Ty into action.
    Ty pressed his face against Zane’s back, groaning, kissing his skin. He pulled most of the way out before thrusting in again with a ragged curse. Zane gasped, arching. Ty tortured Zane with that incredible slow slide of his cock several more times, his breaths in Zane’s ear, before he lost control and shoved in