Armed & Dangerous (Cut & Run 5)

“Oh Christ, yes,” Zane whispered. His back arched, and Ty dragged his fingers up Zane’s belly.

He reached for the still-open lubricant with one hand and pulled himself almost entirely out, letting the head of his c**k spread Zane’s muscles wide. He held Zane’s hip with the other hand and quickly poured a liberal amount on his own c**k and on Zane, pushing slowly into him as he did it.

“Oh God, you’re gonna f**k me totally insane, aren’t you?” Zane asked, plaintive and breathless.

Ty tossed the bottle aside and nodded. “That’s how I like you,” he said, his voice tight and gruff. He took Zane’s hips and pulled him closer, shoving into him hard as he settled him in his lap.

Zane’s answer started as a huff, then rose into a higher yelp and gasp. “Please,” he drew out, his voice heavy with arousal. It matched the pleasure written all over him.

Ty dug his fingers into the backs of Zane’s thighs, dragging them down to his knees to wrap Zane’s legs around him. Then he reached for Zane’s slick cock, gripping it and spreading the lube with several slow pulls.

“Yes,” Zane hissed as he lifted his hips to push himself into Ty’s hand.

Ty closed his eyes and groaned loudly, letting Zane’s movement do the work as he jacked him. He could hear Zane’s labored, rough breathing and the rustle of the sheets as they moved. Zane’s legs were tight around him, and then he felt the light brush of fingertips down his chest to his belly. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking down at Zane’s hand as it grazed him. He was distracted by the sight of his own c**k pushing into Zane’s ass, by his fingers wrapped around Zane, stroking him. His grip on Zane’s hip tightened as he looked up to meet Zane’s eyes.

They were glazed and nearly black as they focused on him.

Zane kept moving his hand, gently stroking Ty’s flushed skin. He said Ty’s name softly, even reverently.

Ty moved, bending over him again to kiss him roughly. He snapped his hips as he moved, and he continued the sharp thrusts as he made the kiss hard and messy. Zane bucked under him, trying to get more, his slippery c**k sliding along the firm muscles of Ty’s abs. He finally growled, gripped Ty’s ass, and pulled him down hard. The movement sank Ty’s c**k deep into him, their bodies slapping together. Zane’s cry of pleasure was muffled by Ty’s mouth.

Ty broke the kiss with a gasp and thrust in hard again several times just to watch Zane’s face display all sorts of emotion Zane was usually really good at hiding: pleasure, arousal, urgency, even a little desperation in his furrowed brow, tightly closed eyes, and abused lower lip, teeth still sunk into it.

Ty slowed the pace again, bending to kiss at Zane’s lips. “I love you,” he whispered, the words more a breath against Zane’s lips than spoken.

Zane exhaled in a stutter and opened his eyes to look at Ty. He lifted his hand to trail his fingers over Ty’s lips and cheekbone. Then he spoke, his words charged with emotion. “Love you too.”

Ty kissed him gently again, then pushed himself back, rolling his hips to work his way in deeper. He pulled at Zane’s hips and seated him once again in his lap.

He took Zane in hand again, stroking him faster this time as he picked up the speed of his own thrusts.

Zane’s hands hit the mattress before settling on Ty’s knees, gripping him. “Insane now…,” he said, panting. His breathing sped up as he quivered under Ty, and his hips were moving constantly, moving Ty inside him.

“Come on, baby,” Ty urged in a breathless whisper.

Zane gritted his teeth as he stared at his lover, and Ty watched his eyes go unfocused as his breathing stopped and he stiffened. His c**k 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 f**king 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 c**k 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.