Professional Distance (Thorne and Dash 1)

Thorne thought Dash would keep dragging things out, but he gripped Thorne’s hips and thrust into him. Thorne gasped and struggled, fighting to get away while wanting more, wanting to be split in two.

Dash used a hand on Thorne’s back to push him down, hold him, but otherwise he held still. “I… Fuck, I got carried away. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine,” Thorne snarled.

Dash pushed deeper then. Fuck, he was big.

“Still fucking fine now?” he asked, the worry gone from his voice.

Thorne shoved himself back, taking Dash deeper. “Yes, you son of a bitch. I want it all.”

Dash gave it to him. Driving in until he was buried to the balls and then pulling back and doing it again, never giving Thorne time to catch his breath. Thorne’s ass burned, and he tried in vain to break out of his bonds, but he’d never been happier. He wanted more, wanted to be owned. “Fuck me, Dash. I want to come.”

Dash grabbed his wrists and tugged, almost lifting him off the couch. “I say when, not you.”

Thorne struggled, trying his best to break free of the bracelet. “I can’t… I—”

Dash reached around and stroked Thorne’s cock. “Yes, you can. I’m close and so are you, and you’re going to come exactly. When. I. Tell. You. To.” Dash punctuated each word with a hard thrust.

Thorne stopped fighting him then, giving in to his true desire to do anything to please Dash. “Yes!”

Dash fucked him over and over, finding the perfect angle to hit his sweet spot and light him up. Dash’s hand on Thorne’s cock matched the rhythm of his thrusts. Faster. So close. So…

“Come. Now.”

Thorne did. Dash’s words pushed him right over. His body jerked, and he shot over Dash’s hand. Dash kept working him, his slick spunk making it easier. Then Dash shouted, bucked against him, and rode out his own release.

“Fuck,” Dash exhaled as he collapsed against Thorne’s back.

“That was amazing.” Thorne’s heart seemed ready to burst from his chest.

A few moments later, Dash rose up. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” Thorne winced when Dash pulled out. Damn, he was going to be sore.

Dash released his hands and rubbed his wrists. They were going to be sore too and maybe bruised, but he didn’t care. “Are you okay?”

Thorne had never been better, never thought he’d feel this good again. Dash, Riley, it didn’t matter. This was the man he belonged with. “Completely. For the first time in months.”

Riley tugged on his arm. “Let me help you get cleaned up.”

Thorne wasn’t sure he could stand, but with Riley’s help he got to his feet, steadying himself on the back of the couch.

Riley wrapped an arm around his waist. “Lean on me.”

Thorne did. When they reached the bathroom, Riley let go of Thorne, and he sank down to the fluffy white carpet in front of the sink.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” Riley asked, handing him a glass of water.

Thorne took a few sips before answering. His head spun, but he knew that would pass. “I’m fine. Really. I love how intensely you fuck me.”

Riley grinned. “Good. Let’s take a cool shower so you won’t overheat.”

Thorne nodded.

Riley managed to get him cleaned and dried and in bed, and they fell asleep wrapped up in each other. At some point Thorne woke to Riley kissing his way down his chest. “I need more,” Riley said.

“Yes. More. Never gonna get enough of you,” he murmured.

***

Hours later, Thorne woke to weak winter sun poking its way through the window. He stretched and rubbed his eyes.

“Merry Christmas.”

The voice startled him. He turned over to see Riley watching him. He was really there, in bed with Thorne. The night before hadn’t been a dream.

“Merry Christmas.” Thorne’s voice was scratchy.

Riley snuggled against him. “I’ve missed this, waking up next to you. Seeing you all mussed from sleep rather than the polished businessman from the night before.”

“Do I hold my polish while my ass is spread and begging for your cock?”

Riley laughed. “No matter how much you beg, you still want to control things. But like this, you’re all soft, sweet.”

Thorne wasn’t sure whether to be offended or not.

“You ready to get up? We could have tiramisu for breakfast.”

“The same way you had it last night?” Thorne asked.

Riley appeared to consider his options. “Maybe not at first.”

“What happened to getting veggies and fruit in me?”

“It’s Christmas.”

Thorne rolled over. “Do you think Santa left us something?”

“Have you been a good boy?”

Thorne laughed. “No, but if you reach under the covers, I’ve got a present for you.”

Ignoring him, Riley slid from the bed. “Breakfast first.”

“I can’t get enough of you, you know that, right?”

“I do. We have hours until you have to leave.”

Thorne forced himself to look at the clock. It was only eight. “We do, but I have a project for us.”