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Zane instead pushed another finger inside Ty and, spur of the moment, smacked Ty"s ass.
    Ty didn"t even flinch, but he did growl in frustration as Zane took his sweet time. He pushed back on Zane"s fingers and spread his knees just a little wider, begging Zane to fuck him. Zane groaned and moved his free hand to close his fingers around the thick cock bobbing below Ty"s belly. He stroked a few more times and pushed in more fingers, twisting as he added pressure. The crack of that slap was echoing in his ears, just like the blood throbbing in his cock.
    “Dammit, Garrett!” Ty called out through gritted teeth. He pushed his hips back demandingly as he reached to drag his fingers against the skin of Zane"s hip, as if he desperately wanted the contact.
    The lingering touch felt like trails of fire against Zane"s skin, and he had to draw a slow, deep breath to try to pull together some measure of control. He didn"t want this to be over anytime soon. “What do you need, baby?” he breathed against Ty"s ear.
    Ty turned his head, trying to brush his cheek against Zane"s face.
    “You know what I want, Zane.”
    Christ, the sound of his name in that desperate voice. It was impossible to ignore. Zane slid his lips along Ty"s cheekbone before he pulled free and grabbed for the condom, rolling it on and slicking up hastily. One hand pressing on Ty"s lower back gave Zane the right angle, and he pushed, holding his breath, gasping when he slid inside, where it was so tight he thought he"d lose it right then and there. So much for control. He stretched out over Ty"s body and pinned him to the bed.
    Ty gave a short shout of pleasure, and a shudder ran through him as Zane settled on him. “Baby,” he groaned. He slid his hands out to the sides, flexing his fingers against the sheets, silently inviting Zane to hold him down. He so rarely allowed that, and Zane almost didn"t know what to make of it. Zane licked his lips, shifted his weight, and moved each shaking hand to cover Ty"s before bearing down to keep him in place. His extra few inches of height on Ty were coming in handy. Then he started to move slowly, rocking in and out, working his Fish & Chips | 31

    cock in deeper, and he ignored the sound, suspiciously like a whimper, that tore from his own throat.
    “Fuck yes,” Ty whimpered, sounding relieved as he placed his cheek against the sheets and closed his eyes. He gave a slow moan as he tried to push his hips back to meet Zane"s rocking.
    Zane squeezed his eyes shut and ducked his head to slide his lips and tongue along Ty"s spine as he reveled in the slow, thorough attention he was giving Ty"s incredible ass. As he gasped for a breath between kisses, Zane decided he"d have to try this again—slow and steady—because it sure as hell felt just as incredible as their usual hard but satisfying fucks.
    Ty writhed under him, struggling against the pressure on his body and the hands that held his wrists but not actually trying to get away.
    He seemed to be enjoying the sudden submissive role.
    “You said you needed practice,” Zane said on a groan, not really able to work up any accusation.
    “Christ, Zane, stop talking,” Ty gasped out, lifting his head off the bed just enough to try and look 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