Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 7

moved with the speed of an idler. Inch by inch, and there were many, and Ty could feel his own grow harder while his mouth got filled. The tip of Chase's cock pushed against the back of Ty's throat before pulling out just as slow. Over and over again, slowly driving Ty's head into a state of nonstop swirling and he wanted to close his mouth, around the shaft, tightly and lovingly and devour the taste and feel the shape. But all he could do was stay in place, still and immobile with his hands bound behind his back and his knees no longer even aware of how hard the floor was beneath him.
    Chase pushed in, just as slow, but stayed inside for a little longer, blocking any airways and chances of swallowing the saliva that had leaked into Ty's mouth. And the moisture made the slide a little slicker after every slow thrust. One after another, just as deep, just as controlled. Like all they had was time. Like all they would ever do was this. And Ty found this the only place to be, even if the pulsing inside his own shaft was soon painfully fierce and he wanted to touch himself, wanted Chase to touch him.
    Chase pulled out completely this time and trailed a strain of saliva with him, the wetness dripping against Ty's lip and his chin and eventually on his chest too. And the shaft didn't come back, not even if he stayed still and waited, in darkness with no way to see or move or say anything because he wasn't allowed to. In order to speak he would first have to close his mouth and that wasn't what he was supposed to do. Only then Chase's cock brushed his cheek, wet and slick and hot and Ty let out a strained gasp, one that seemed to shout in the silence. "Something you want, Ty?"
    He nodded, barely, but still a movement and he hoped that wasn't too much. Chase conquered another irreversibly branded spot of Ty's consciousness by making another small movement, and his cock barely whispered against Ty's lower lip before it was gone. "You're allowed to speak."
    Ty flustered even before he said anything, because the foreboding echo of his words was like a wall of shame against his mind. "Please let me suck you."
    "You'd like that?"
    Another nod and then a gasp that was a bit louder when Chase teased his mouth and pushed in just slightly before pulling out again. "You plead so beautifully I could keep teasing just to hear you say it again." But he didn't. Instead he pushed his other hand against the back of Ty's head, fingers in his hair and not even pulling closer but keeping him in place. And then he pushed inside with a quiet permission for Ty to do as he pleased and Ty was sure he was whimpering.
    Since he was held by his hands and by his head, there wasn't much he could do while Chase kept moving, but instead of being wide open, his lips closed around the shaft and his tongue danced against the smooth surface.
    Without a way to see Chase's face or his eyes or whether or not his lips were parted and perhaps dried for voicelessly gasping, Ty blocked out everything that didn't feel important at the time. He ignored the slight discomfort in his knees and the way his thighs were burning at times. And he ignored the sting on his scalp when Chase's fingers tangled with his hair, pushed aside the reflex that told him something was in his throat that shouldn't have been there. It didn't matter. None of it. Instead of any of those things he listened to even the most silent sounds, read the shift in the strength of Chase's fingers, followed the movements of those hips and counted seconds and then again seconds to know when his mouth would be full again. Every silent sigh and guttural hiss and the trembles that revealed a lot more than any sound or touch or words or hands. Those became the base of his existence, the only map he knew how to follow, the only signs he knew how to read. And he sank into the blankness again, the one he had been in once before. Only this time he went so much further, almost down to the bottom and his mouth became the extension of Chase's shaft, only another part of that flesh and one that was there only to serve and be used. And Ty was close to tears when he heard a hiss that wasn't at all silent and the moan that followed that was like warm rain against his sore nerves. And the trembling that had been in the muscles around the flesh was shivering lower now, reflecting the vibration Ty created with his throat.
    Chase pulled out before he came, and Ty was more than a little disappointed. But each hot spray that