Page 33 of Hold Me Down

"Sit on me already, then," he breathed out. "Stop teasing and—"

Travis kissed him again, hard and fast, but then he did sit up. He rested one of his hands on Dave's chest and grabbed Dave's cock with the other.

"You sure you're ready?" the asshole asked, as if he couldn't feel it, and Dave wanted to scream.

"Drag this out more, and I'll come before you get to feel me inside you."

"Before I get to, huh?" Travis grinned. "What an honor."

"Don't you forget it."

"Impossible."

Despite the teasing, Travis finally moved back a little and started lowering himself on Dave's cock.

Fuuuck.

Dave tried to buck his hips, but with Travis's weight on him, and with the cast on his leg, any kind of serious leverage was impossible without risking another injury. He still tried,leaning harder on his arms as he arched his back, but that barely did anything.

"So impatient." Travis shook his head, even though he, too, was panting now, his chest glistening with sweat. "I'll get you there, and you know it."

I do, Dave thought, tilting his head back again, eyes shut and hands clenched, the pleasure sneaking up on him, teasing at the edges when he expected an overwhelming wave. They'd almost never done it like this, with an unhurried roll of Travis's hips and the way he tightened his muscles around Dave's cock despite appearing as if he had all the time in the world.

They'd definitely never done it with Dave's hands tucked away.

Clearing his throat, Dave opened his eyes again and looked straight at Travis.

"You just want me to beg again."

It was supposed to be a complaint, but it didn't quite work out like one—more of a breathless admission, an invitation to something Dave couldn't quite grasp.

Travis brushed his fingers over Dave's nipples, as if he hadn't yet tortured him enough.

"After today, I may want to hear you beg all day, every day, for as long as I live."

Dave's heart came to a halt before picking up in a rapid clip before his mind could catch up, before he could tell himself that, no, it didn't mean anything, it was only the heat of the moment, a fantasy of having Dave at Travis's mercy, not of having Dave forever.

Before he could spiral any further, Travis pressed his blunt nail against Dave's nipple, sending a sharp zigzag of pleasure down his body and distracting him fully.

"Come on already," Dave whispered as he stared at Travis barely blinking. "You know you want this, too."

A lazy smile bloomed on Travis's face and Dave prepared himself for even more teasing, but then Travis angled his hips a bit and his eyelids fluttered close.

"Fuck, that's good."

Everything became faster and harder after that—Travis's rhythm, Dave's breathing, the swirls of tension and pleasure running all over his body—and Dave might have let out some more pleas, but he couldn't be sure, too focused on how good it felt, how right.

He was going to be hurting all over once they were done, but he didn't care.

What he did care about was Travis coming apart on his lap, pumping his cock and biting his lower lip.

"All day, every day, for as long as I live."

Travis's words echoed in Dave's head, and they fit this moment perfectly, because if Dave could have him like this, right there, until the day he died, he would be the happiest man on Earth.

"Come on me, yeah," he whispered now, hands coming to grip Travis's hips before he could register the thought of doing so. "Show me."

And Travis did, streaks of come landing on Dave's stomach and chest as Travis threw his head back and groaned, voice halting as if out of breath.