“This feels different,” Ty said, breathless.
“Yes.” Zane shifted down to one elbow, laying all of his weight on Ty and pressing closer, nosing against Ty’s chin and cheek.
Ty spread his legs wider, letting Zane settle between them. It had taken a few months, but he’d finally gotten comfortable with just how much he enjoyed having Zane top him. He’d taught himself quite a lot on that cruise ship job over Christmas.
He reached up to slide his fingers into Zane’s hair, meeting Zane’s eyes and lifting his hips, making Zane’s breath catch.
“Ty,” Zane drew out, a shudder coursing through him and into Ty. “You make me crazy wanting you.”
“That’s the way I like you,” Ty said as he dragged his fingers up Zane’s back. “Come on, we have time.”
Zane shifted and ground down against Ty’s thigh. “Good. I intend to make you as crazy as I am,” he said against Ty’s ear before pushing himself up and to his knees. “And I believe you invited me to work off a little aggravation.”
“Less talky, Zane,” Ty said with a smirk he knew would get Zane even more riled.
Zane gave him that narrow-eyed glare again and scooted back and off the bed. “Get those jeans off now if you want them to be wearable later,” he said as he stripped off the rest of his clothes.
Ty did so without ever letting his gaze leave Zane, watching his lover disrobe with a shiver of anticipation. Then he spread himself out flat and stretched his arms above his head. He met Zane’s eyes, laying his body out to offer up control. If Zane deserved anything from him, it was enough trust to give him that.
Zane growled low in his throat and again crawled up Ty’s body, rubbing his chest and c**k against all the skin he could as he worked his way up, leading with his tongue… and that damn beard. Ty dismissed that obscenity to fuss about later, pushing his body up against Zane’s, forcing his hands to remain above his head instead of touching Zane like he so wanted to do.
“How do you want me to touch you?” Zane asked in a voice that rasped against Ty’s skin.
“I just want you.”
Zane rubbed against him more insistently as they kissed, hard and long and wet. His hands squeezed and petted until one followed the lines of Ty’s muscled arm to close over his crossed wrists, holding them fast. “I thought you weren’t kinky.”
“I’m not kinky.”
Zane hummed. “Want me to hold you down while I f**k you senseless? Is that why you’ve got your hands up like this?”
“Yeah.” Ty could barely get the word out as he stared up into Zane’s eyes.
“I can certainly oblige,” Zane said, voice raspy and dark. He pushed down on Ty’s wrists as he ground their hips together.
Ty whimpered at the tone of Zane’s voice and the promise in it. “I should do this for you more often,” he said in a tortured voice.
“Do what?”
“Give you everything I have.”
Their eyes met in the breathless silence. Ty could feel Zane’s heart beating fast against his chest. Zane finally kissed him in a violent rush and then pushed up and away from him.
“Stay there and spread your knees. I want to see you.”
As Zane left the bed and disappeared into the bathroom, Ty did as he was ordered, placing his feet flat on the mattress and letting his knees fall to the sides. Zane had certainly gotten comfortable with his inner Alpha. Before Ty could form another thought, Zane was back, on the bed, between Ty’s legs and licking his way up the inside of Ty’s thigh to his cock.
Ty sighed, an almost inaudible release of air. The look in Zane’s eyes was something Ty had never seen. It was intense and heated, possessive, filled with emotion that made Ty’s chest hurt all over again, like the first time he’d ever looked into that fire in Zane’s eyes and known that there would be no one else in the world for him.
Zane worked his way back up Ty’s body before saying, “I love you, Ty.”
Ty didn’t have time to respond before Zane was kissing him, his lips and tongue demanding on Ty’s, his body pressing down, insinuating himself between Ty’s open legs.
One hand gripped both Ty’s wrists as Zane rested his elbow against the bed near Ty’s head. The other hand groped its way down Ty’s body, a languorous, intimate exploration of the space between them. Ty closed his eyes as warmth and pressure spread through him. He felt Zane’s long fingers, slick with cool lubricant, slide under his balls to rub.
“Fuck yes.” Ty’s back arched and his fingers stretched for anything to grab onto as Zane held him tight. He hooked one leg over Zane’s hip and moaned into the kiss. He could feel Zane’s cock, hard and demanding against him, and every inch of Zane’s body was tense where he touched Ty.
“Zane,” Ty whispered shakily.
“It’s been too long since I got to do this,” Zane said, his voice rasping and harsh. The head of his c**k pushed against Ty, and Ty pulled his leg up higher to help the entry.
“All you have to do is ask,” Ty said, unable to catch his breath over the rapid butterfly beating of his heart.
Zane nodded even as he turned his head and deepened the kiss. Ty lost himself in the sensations, submerging in the familiar scent of his lover and the absolute joy of being touched and taken like this. Then the head of Zane’s c**k pushed into him with a slow rocking of Zane’s hips that forced him into Ty, little by little.
“Jesus, Zane.” Ty pulled at his hands as the pain seared through him, desperate to be able to drag his fingers down Zane’s back, but Zane held fast. His other hand came to rest on Ty’s thigh, fingers digging in, pulling at Ty’s leg as he worked himself in with infinite care.
Ty pulled his knees up higher as the pain ebbed into something dull and throbbing, letting Zane spread him wider and push deeper into him. He absolutely loved the feeling of Zane’s hips, warm against the inside of his thighs and pressing against him. Loved the sensation of the shaft of Zane’s c**k sliding against tight muscles, of being pushed into as he was held down.
Grunting as he stretched out over Ty’s body, Zane flexed his hips until he was as deep inside Ty as he could get. A soft moan escaped him, and after kissing Ty again, he began to move, a slow rocking motion that built into a real rhythm. The first true thrust wrung an involuntary gasp out of Ty, and he pushed his hips into each one that followed. It spurred Zane on, his movements sliding Ty’s shoulders against the expensive sheets, the bulk of Zane’s weight on that one hand forcing Ty’s wrists to sink into the mattress.