Page 17 of Hold Me Down

"Theory's done, now it's time for practice, don't you think?" Travis ran a hand up from Dave's ankle to his thigh before pausing so close to Dave's rapidly hardening cock that it would only take an inch or two for Travis to brush his fingers over it. "Nothing they mentioned should be a problem, should it?"

Dave shook his head.

"That's what I thought." Travis did move his hand then, and rubbed his thumb along the line of Dave's cock. "It's been a while since we took our time, especially like this."

"You could take a little less time." Dave lifted his hips up, pressing into Travis's touch and ignoring the twinge in his leg.

In response, Travis put his other arm over Dave's hips and pressed them down.

"Stay still and let me do the work," he said, but it was difficult for Dave to concentrate on Travis's words with his mouth so close to Dave's cock.

Being forced to stay in place was nice, though—more than. Dave enjoyed it whenever Travis put his strength to good use,and he enjoyed it especially when it involved Dave's body being restricted during sex.

"Get to work, then." His voice was too breathless to sound properly demanding, but the back and forth had always been a part of it for them, and Dave couldn't imagine sex without it now. "I'm waiting."

Travis pressed his thumb right under the head of Dave's cock and grinned when Dave inhaled sharply.

"Oh, we both know that in certain situations, you're more than willing to wait."

Isn't that the truth.

Any coherent thought was lost after that, because Travis closed his fist around Dave's cock as much as the fabric of his pants allowed, and the push and pull ofso good-not enough-yeah right thereforced a moan out of Dave he tried to swallow back.

"No, let me hear you." Travis released his hold on Dave to push his pants down enough to free his cock before returning to the same position a moment later. Travis's arm was pressing barely above Dave's groin to keep him still and the other hand curled around Dave's cock again, tightening his hold almost to the point of pain. "Let it out, come on."

Tossing his head back, Dave gripped the throwaway blanket at his sides as he fought for breath. He'd forgotten how good it could feel to be restricted and overpowered. In real fighting situations, he would never willingly give ground, injury or not, but like this, here, with Travis… Dave wanted it.

Hecravedit.

When Travis's lips closed around the head of his cock, Dave's whole body went up in flames, pleasure spreading in every direction, the tension rising and rising. He heard a moan before he realized it was him, unchecked and desperate, already straining for more.

Dave did love to wait for an orgasm every now and then. Chasing the edge was addicting and dangerous in many ways, but never like this, because Travis would always get him to the finish line in the end. It allowed Dave to enjoy himself, to relish the moment, and get out of his head completely.

Lapping at Dave's cock as if it was a dessert, Travis moaned, too, then swallowed him down once again, as if determined now to push things along.

Because that was another thing, too—the patience game went both ways. For all that Travis loved teasing Dave, he himself had a hard time slowing down and making it last.

"Come on." Dave grabbed Travis's shoulder and held on, fingers digging too hard, but Travis only moaned in answer, which sent another wave of pleasure through Dave, making him hiss. "Fuck, yes."

He could feel the orgasm getting closer, circling around the edges of Dave's senses and pushing forward with each passing second but never quite passing the final line—

Then his cock hit the back of Travis's throat and all thoughts left Dave's head once again. Gripping Travis's shoulder, he tried to warn him, but Travis only hummed around him, sending him even higher as he came, and came, and came.

There didn't seem to be an end to it for a while, Dave's existence narrowed to the pleasure flowing through him without pause as he shook and moaned. He would be arching off the couch if he could, but Travis's arm didn't even budge, the veins bulging and fingers pressing hard enough to leave white indents on Dave's skin.

You have me, Dave thought, right before he collapsed against the couch cushions, sweaty, spent, and grinning stupidly at Travis, who always grinned back.

You have me.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Travis tended to startle himself awake at all hours of the night these days. Sometimes he dreamed of a work assignment going wrong, sometimes of being stranded on the side of the road, and sometimes it was even less specific, just a growing sense of danger and mounting frustration.

And yet today, as the last dregs of sleep slowly cleared out, he felt nothing but peace and contentment. There was no tension, no hurry, no blood pumping, only the soft glide into consciousness that made him sigh into the pillow.

The pillow was definitely one of Dave's, and as Travis stretched his arms up, his fingers brushed against the wall, not the high bars of the headboard he would find in his own bedroom. Whenever they slept in the same bedroom—which happened about half the time—they tended to alternate, but for the last few days it had been Dave's room every night. He had a setup of leg pillows in here, as well as anything else he might need at an arm's reach.

Travis didn't even miss his bedroom all that much, especially since he'd had a few good nights in a row, sleeping a solid number of hours and not needing to wake up with an alarm and rush out of bed.

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