Zane blinked his eyes open to look at Ty as he lifted the bottle and shook it a couple times before popping the top open. “What do you want?” he asked as he squeezed some of the lube onto his fingers.

“Make sure you’re ready,” Ty murmured. His hand moved up Zane’s leg, not tugging or pulling, merely skimming over it until he reached his hip. “This is going to take a while.”

Zane swallowed hard and reached for Ty, long fingers closing around his cock. Ty jutted his hips out, pushing into Zane’s hand as he watched. Zane took his sweet time, spreading the slick lubricant all over, palming the head, dragging his fingers against Ty’s balls. Ty reached to slide his fingers along Zane’s, not guiding him, just enjoying the stroke of his hand.

“Ty,” Zane whispered, desperate and needy.

Ty moved both their hands and pushed up to his knees, wrapping one arm around Zane’s leg to lift it again as he pushed Zane flat to his back. Zane reached for Ty with one hand, palm brushing against his bicep, fingers glancing off his shoulder; his other hand curled around his own shin to pull it closer to his chest.

Ty didn’t have to ask him if he was ready. That touch to his shoulder told him everything he needed to know. He kissed him, taking his time with it, enjoying the last moments of anticipation before he reached between them and guided himself into Zane. He rocked in place until the slick head of his cock slipped past the muscles that fought him; then he gave one languorous push.

Zane gasped out, his hand uselessly grasping for Ty’s hip.

Ty lowered his head and let out a harsh sigh, resting his nose against Zane’s chin as he flexed his hips and pushed deeper into him. The shift of Zane’s body under him, the arch of Zane’s back, the shortness of his breath, it all combined to keep him shuddering as Ty filled him up. His exhaled breath was warm against Ty’s cheek as Zane started to moan.

Ty lifted his head and kissed him hungrily, sliding his fingers into Zane’s hair and merely rocking his hips, wanting to make this last as long as possible. Zane calmed under him, joining in the rocking motion as their tongues slid together, and he wrapped his arms around Ty’s neck to hold him close. It was slow and sensual, nothing but their gasping breaths and the wet slide of their kisses.

Zane lifted his knee higher, gasping when it pulled Ty deeper. Ty groaned, unable to continue merely rocking his hips any longer. His hand left Zane’s hair to slide up the back of his leg instead, fingers digging in as he pulled back and thrust in.

Zane shivered under him and choked on a low cry of Ty’s name. “Please, baby, you gotta… move. Harder.”

Ty kissed him again, tightening his hold simply because he could. He continued the slow, even thrusts, enjoying the slide of their bodies rather than trying to reach the end too soon. Zane’s fingers tightened on Ty’s arms, but Ty stayed steady. The tension released, and Zane resorted to making needy noises in his throat and rolling his hips to meet each thrust.

Ty truly didn’t think they’d ever done this. They’d intended to several times, but neither of them had the strength of will to go slowly when the other was begging for harder and faster.

He pulled Zane’s leg up further as his thrusts got longer, but he managed to maintain the sensual speed, driving into Zane deep and pulling out slow so he could feel Zane’s muscles squeezing and pulling at him. He relished the slide every time he pulled back, and every time he pushed back in, it sent hot waves of pleasure and desire through him.

“Fuck, Zane,” Ty found himself whispering breathlessly as he pressed his face against Zane’s neck.

Their bodies rocked with the languid rhythm. Zane’s answer was a pleased hum.

Ty raised his head and searched out Zane’s mouth. He picked up the rhythm, matching it with his tongue against Zane’s. Zane’s hum turned into a fully audible moan, and he started to move under Ty, rubbing against him all over as they kissed, rolling his hips and sliding his cock against Ty’s belly.

Ty groaned against Zane’s lips. He indulged in the kiss for a few more seconds before pushing himself up with both hands. Fucking Zane when he was really into it was a little like riding a mechanical bull. It was best to restrain him or Ty would end up on the floor.

He gripped Zane’s hips, pulling back and tugging Zane with him. His hips rested on Ty’s spread thighs, his legs splayed on either side of Ty. Ty let his hands roam over Zane’s taut body as he rocked into him.

“Oh Christ, yes,” Zane whispered. His back arched, and Ty dragged his fingers up Zane’s belly.

He reached for the still-open lubricant with one hand and pulled himself almost entirely out, letting the head of his cock spread Zane’s muscles wide. He held Zane’s hip with the other hand and quickly poured a liberal amount on his own cock and on Zane, pushing slowly into him as he did it.

“Oh God, you’re gonna fuck me totally insane, aren’t you?” Zane asked, plaintive and breathless.

Ty tossed the bottle aside and nodded. “That’s how I like you,” he said, his voice tight and gruff. He took Zane’s hips and pulled him closer, shoving into him hard as he settled him in his lap.

Zane’s answer started as a huff, then rose into a higher yelp and gasp. “Please,” he drew out, his voice heavy with arousal. It matched the pleasure written all over him.

Ty dug his fingers into the backs of Zane’s thighs, dragging them down to his knees to wrap Zane’s legs around him. Then he reached for Zane’s slick cock, gripping it and spreading the lube with several slow pulls.

“Yes,” Zane hissed as he lifted his hips to push himself into Ty’s hand.

Ty closed his eyes and groaned loudly, letting Zane’s movement do the work as he jacked him. He could hear Zane’s labored, rough breathing and the rustle of the sheets as they moved. Zane’s legs were tight around him, and then he felt the light brush of fingertips down his chest to his belly. He opened his eyes with difficulty, looking down at Zane’s hand as it grazed him. He was distracted by the sight of his own cock pushing into Zane’s ass, by his fingers wrapped around Zane, stroking him. His grip on Zane’s hip tightened as he looked up to meet Zane’s eyes.

They were glazed and nearly black as they focused on him.

Zane kept moving his hand, gently stroking Ty’s flushed skin. He said Ty’s name softly, even reverently.

Ty moved, bending over him again to kiss him roughly. He snapped his hips as he moved, and he continued the sharp thrusts as he made the kiss hard and messy. Zane bucked under him, trying to get more, his slippery cock sliding along the firm muscles of Ty’s abs. He finally growled, gripped Ty’s ass, and pulled him down hard. The movement sank Ty’s cock deep into him, their bodies slapping together. Zane’s cry of pleasure was muffled by Ty’s mouth.

Ty broke the kiss with a gasp and thrust in hard again several times just to watch Zane’s face display all sorts of emotion Zane was usually really good at hiding: pleasure, arousal, urgency, even a little desperation in his furrowed brow, tightly closed eyes, and abused lower lip, teeth still sunk into it.

Ty slowed the pace again, bending to kiss at Zane’s lips. “I love you,” he whispered, the words more a breath against Zane’s lips than spoken.

Zane exhaled in a stutter and opened his eyes to look at Ty. He lifted his hand to trail his fingers over Ty’s lips and cheekbone. Then he spoke, his words charged with emotion. “Love you too.”

Ty kissed him gently again, then pushed himself back, rolling his hips to work his way in deeper. He pulled at Zane’s hips and seated him once again in his lap.

He took Zane in hand again, stroking him faster this time as he picked up the speed of his own thrusts.

Zane’s hands hit the mattress before settling on Ty’s knees, gripping him. “Insane now…,” he said, panting. His breathing sped up as he quivered under Ty, and his hips were moving constantly, moving Ty inside him.

“Come on, baby,” Ty urged in a breathless whisper.

Zane gritted his teeth as he stared at his lover, and Ty watched his eyes go unfocused as his breathing stopped and he stiffened. His cock pulsed in Ty’s hand. Zane convulsed in a series of inarticulate moans, evidence of his orgasm spurting over Ty’s fingers. Ty watched hungrily as he continued to stroke him, fighting hard against the urge to pound into him through his orgasm.

He groaned, though, gasping Zane’s name as Zane’s body pulsed around him. With each stroke, his fingers and Zane’s stomach were covered and Zane’s moans grew louder.

Ty swore. “Next time I’ll be sucking you off instead of watching it hit your belly,” he growled, earning a desperate, plaintive groan from his lover in response.

Ty took mercy on him and brought his hand to a stop. He ran both hands all over Zane’s body, smearing his come over him as he stared down at his face, dragging across his inner thighs and gripping his hips, then up his sides to squeeze his waist and pull him closer before running palms down to slide under his hips and lift him to pull him back fully into Ty’s lap.

Zane opened his eyes as he tried to catch his breath, but with every touch, Ty could see Zane’s overstimulated skin prickle with sensation, and the inhale broke off. “Baby,” Zane whispered. “Don’t stop.”

Ty shook his head. He gripped Zane hard and rolled his hips, moving inside him with a slow groan. He ran his hands over the insides of Zane’s thighs, looking down to watch himself pull almost completely out. He pushed at the backs of Zane’s legs, forcing his knees up more toward his chest. Ty was still kneeling when he began to thrust his hips forward, head down and biting his lip as he watched the shaft slide in and out of Zane’s tight ass. He loved to watch that.

“You are so fucking gorgeous like this,” Zane rasped, one hand moving to cover Ty’s.

Ty looked up at him before he was forced to let his head fall with a moan. He’d had every intention of finishing this as they’d started, torturously slow and gentle. But it was becoming increasingly difficult.

He let Zane’s legs go and leaned over him, holding himself up with both hands as he looked down at his lover. His hips were still rocking, his cock sinking deeper into Zane with each thrust.

“Can you take more?” he asked Zane breathlessly.

“Yeah,” Zane said before moaning and biting his lip again. “I’m really getting to like this whole slow burn thing.”

Ty ducked his head and groaned in agreement. He picked up the strength of his thrusts again, gasping and moaning as he drove himself closer to climax. But he managed to keep the languid pace he’d set before. Both of them were damp with sweat even though the room was chilly, and everywhere Ty’s skin touched Zane’s seemed to be on fire. A drop of sweat rolled down Ty’s nose and dropped to Zane’s chest.

His movements became sharper, tinged with frustration as the slow build of pleasure continued. Each thrust rocked Zane, driving their bodies harder together.

Zane lifted his legs enough to wrap them around Ty again, changing the angle of Ty’s thrusts, and he gave a long, forlorn cry as Ty hit his prostate. “Oh, God baby, so, so good.”

Ty watched Zane as he ramped up his thrusts, keeping the same angle and pounding him hard for a few seconds before going back to the slower, deeper thrusts.

He loved watching Zane get fucked.

He wanted to keep at him, fuck him just like this until Zane came again, until he emptied himself deep inside Zane over and over and left them both totally spent, but he didn’t think he could do it. It was too tempting to let go and take him hard and fast when he was so close to coming himself.

“Baby,” he pleaded in a strained, harsh voice as he laid himself out over Zane again and pressed his forehead against Zane’s chest.

“Don’t stop,” Zane begged again. He wrapped his arms around him tightly, tilting his hips back with each slow slide to try to take Ty deeper. “Please, give me more.”

Ty’s will to draw it out snapped. He raised his head and wrapped his arms around Zane, gathering him close. He briefly allowed himself the pleasure of fucking him, hard and fast, nearly pulling out of him each time before breaching him again and driving back into him. Zane cried out and dragged his fingernails down Ty’s back as their bodies slapped together.

When Ty felt the orgasm almost on him, he stopped and held Zane close to him, breaths harsh and body screaming for release. When it ebbed, he rolled them until he was on his back and Zane sat astride him, Ty’s cock still buried inside him.

It took a moment for Zane to get his balance, but he settled his weight on his knees and shifted on Ty’s cock. He reached out to take each of Ty’s hands, holding them captive as he began to rock forward and back, searching for the perfect angle.

Ty closed his eyes and pushed his hips up, groaning. Zane kept up the steady movement, occasionally grinding down but not speeding up. “My turn to make you insane,” he said.

Ty opened his eyes to look up at his lover. He could see the shiny parts of Zane’s skin that were covered in sweat, lubricant, and come. He licked his lips and panted out a pent-up breath. Zane riding him like this was possibly the sexiest thing he’d ever seen. His muscles were tense and his hips rolled sinuously, his thighs squeezing Ty, his cock half-hard again.

Zane continued to move his hips until he found the right position again. He put both hands on Ty’s chest, fingernails dragging, and he rolled his hips in circles, using Ty’s cock to massage his prostate and drive Ty insane as he watched.

Ty sat up the moment Zane stopped moving. He couldn’t stand it any longer, no matter how much fun it was to watch Zane’s hips roll like that. He wrapped his arms around Zane’s waist and looked up at him, trying to thrust up into him from that position. He was so close to release his hands were shaking as he pressed his palms against Zane’s back.