The moans tearing out of Zane were growing steadily louder. He was vocal anytime he was enjoying himself with his lover; he saw no reason to hold it back, especially when Ty loved to hear it so damn much. He didn’t care if everyone in the mansion heard them. They no longer had to hide, not from anyone.
Ty couldn’t seem to keep himself from Zane’s mouth, and he pushed up to kiss Zane again, mumbling to him between the harsh kisses. His beard scratched at Zane’s tender skin. His grip was hard enough to make Zane squirm. His muscles bunched under Zane’s fingers. He felt like a wild animal in Zane’s arms, barely under control.
Then he was back to trailing down Zane’s body as Zane shifted under him. Ty’s hands slid underneath him as he finally got to Zane’s hip and bit him, just hard enough to leave a red mark. It drew a cry of pleasure out of Zane. Ty sat up and yanked Zane’s boxers off, then propped the back of Zane’s thigh against his shoulder before bending over him and licking the head of his cock.
“Oh God, I love it when you do this.”
Ty wrapped his arm around Zane’s thigh. For some reason it made Zane feel vulnerable, propping that leg up on Ty’s solid shoulder, watching him insinuate himself between Zane’s legs to take his cock into his mouth. It made him feel vulnerable, and he loved it. It turned him on because Ty was the only person who’d ever made him feel that.
He shuddered and clutched at the rug as he thrust his hips toward Ty’s sinful mouth. “Oh God, please,” he whispered. “Baby, please.”
He would beg, plead, and grovel if he needed to. He’d never done that for anyone before, but he was irrevocably addicted to Ty’s touch, to the way Ty made him feel. And he loved the way his begging spurred Ty on.
Ty’s fingers dug into the front of Zane’s hip as he held him in place and went down on him. It took him a few attempts, but he finally got the head of Zane’s cock to the back of his throat and swallowed around it. A strangled yell from Zane echoed off the stone walls around them, and he strained uselessly to snap his hips up for more. The hot slide of Ty’s tongue all over him was irresistible.
Someone banged on the wall, followed by a taunting whoop from their audience next door. It was a far cry from the fear Ty must have lived with all his life of being exposed, to have his friends catcall him as he fucked his boyfriend.
Ty continued on, seemingly devoted to making Zane lose it. But then he stopped abruptly, pulling off Zane’s cock with one last lick from balls to head.
“No, no, please,” Zane gasped, reaching for Ty desperately. “Please, don’t stop, baby.”
Ty let Zane’s leg slide off his shoulder and knelt between Zane’s knees. Zane’s pleas ceased when he saw the look in Ty’s eyes. Ty slid both palms up Zane’s torso, his fingers dragging against the muscles, ending up at Zane’s shoulders and pushing him into the floor. He kissed him passionately, practically devouring him as he rutted against Zane’s thigh. Zane moaned against his mouth, offering up complete control of his body and mind. Hell, his soul if Ty wanted it.
It was times like this, times when Ty gave in to utter passion, that his true strength revealed itself. It was a heady feeling, being completely under his control. Zane loved to imagine sometimes what it would be like to meet Ty in battle, to be at the mercy of this sort of power. Ty’s hands moved all over Zane’s body, alternately holding him down and pulling him up off the floor to suit whatever whims Ty had. It took a lot of muscle to manhandle someone Zane’s size so effortlessly.
Finally, he reached for the bottle of lubricant, then found one of Zane’s hands without breaking their kiss and squeezed some into his palm. Dazed, Zane dragged open his eyes as he panted and shivered under Ty, wondering what he was going to tell him to do. Zane would do anything right now to please him. To please them both.
“Get me ready,” Ty growled.
He groaned as soon as Zane touched him, bowing his back to bite at Zane’s lip. Their foreheads pressed together, their gasps mingling, and Ty whispered “I love you” between each kiss.
Zane spread his legs farther apart as he jacked Ty. “Fuck me, baby,” he rasped. “I need it.”
Ty’s harsh breaths gusted across Zane’s cheek and ear as he kissed toward Zane’s neck and bit him right beneath his earlobe. He pulled at Zane’s hair, jerking his head to the side, dropping little nips that left enough sting for Zane to want more. And Zane begged for them with broken sounds and soft cries.
Ty put his lips to Zane’s ear. “Louder.”
Zane fought to swallow. His cock jumped against Ty’s hip.