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over his shoulder before he gave up and pushed his face against the sheets again.
    Zane scoffed but snapped his hips twice, hard, before returning to the slow rhythm. He might have suspected Ty of “practicing” this submissive act elsewhere if he didn’t know better. They’d not spent a night apart since Zane had moved into his new apartment in Baltimore three weeks ago, and almost every time they’d been together recently, Ty had topped. Zane sure as hell didn’t mind. But this was addictive, too, and he leaned more of his weight onto Ty’s back, focusing on steadily thrusting into the welcoming body under his.
    Ty tried to speak, but he was obviously incapable of forming words. He merely moaned long and loud, digging his fingers into the sheets and still trying desperately to push his hips up against Zane’s thrusts, if his trembling was any indication.
    The sounds sent pangs through Zane’s gut, and he had to stop again to take a couple of deep, slow breaths. He pushed himself up to his knees and looked down at his hips, seeing his cock slide and disappear into Ty’s tight ass. He pushed himself in, moving painfully slow, then pulled back out just for the pleasure of watching. He groaned as Ty tried to shove back against him, and the urge to fuck Ty into the mattress almost took him over.
    “You want to walk tomorrow?” Zane asked hoarsely, gripping Ty’s hips to hold himself still. Ty shook his head mutely, his entire body tensing as he rolled his hips. “Fine,” Zane growled. He reached down, grabbed Ty’s hand, and twisted that arm behind Ty’s back, as if getting ready to handcuff a suspect. He gripped Ty’s forearm hard and held him down by the other shoulder, and Zane swore under his breath and thrust in with some strength the first time before pulling back until it felt like he might slip out completely. Then he thrust in again, out, and in again, his breathing tense and harsh as he tried to contort enough to watch himself. “Well-fucked looks good on you anyway.”
    “Everything looks good on me,” Ty told him, managing to laugh breathlessly before he gasped and moaned. “Harder, baby.”
    Gritting his teeth, Zane lowered himself until he was holding Ty down with his weight once more and did as Ty demanded, speeding the shifting of his hips and starting to really fuck Ty in earnest. He jerked Ty back every time he pushed roughly in, and he hissed and moaned each time he sank deep as their bodies slammed together.
    Rather than the violent battle for control this sort of brutal fucking usually caused, Ty merely writhed and moaned with each thrust, rolling his hips to help Zane sink deeper, sliding his glistening skin and hard muscles against Zane, occasionally calling out Zane’s name or begging for more and harder. He never even tried to loosen his hands from Zane’s grip or pull his arm out from behind his back.
    “Ty — ” Zane choked out as he started to bend over Ty’s back, feeling the tension inside him about to snap, the few minutes of hard fucking unraveling his control.
    “Not yet, baby, please,” Ty begged, his voice hoarse and desperate.
    Zane pushed himself back up, releasing Ty’s arm and tugging him until his ass was in the air, his knees spread wide in a vulnerable position Ty rarely tolerated for long. Zane gripped his hips and eased back, watching himself again as he tried to slow his thrusts. He gave Ty three or four sensual slides, carefully pulling the head of his cock almost completely out, forcing those tight muscles to spread. Ty clenched hard around him, grasping for the sheets to hold onto as Zane snapped his hips and shoved in hard after each slow pull. Zane pulled back one last time, rocking there on the edge.
    Ty couldn’t even manage a response other than to cry out sharply and bury his face in the tangled sheets below him. To Zane’s increasing shock and pleasure, he didn’t move his hips to force Zane back into him; he was taking all the punishment