For a brief moment, TJ wondered if Travis' eagerness was because he was a match for TJ in insatiability, or if it was his way of taking what he could before it ended. But, once Travis worked his hand inside TJ's jeans, all such pondering was set aside for later.
Much later.
"Would I challenge you?" he teased, breathless, as he tilted his head to give Travis better access to his neck. The only fighting TJ was doing was fighting not to entirely melt into his lover. While he might have thought about it, talked about it, jerked off to fantasies about it, this bare taste of what it was like to be restrained, at the mercy of whatever pleasure his lover chose to give or withhold, was his first experience with it. It wasn't like most people were going to manhandle the President's son, or that he'd have trusted those who might be inclined to do so. Rough sex was one thing, total helplessness, or even the illusion thereof, was another.
And the reality was far more exciting than TJ had imagined.
"Don't do what?" It was really hard to follow a trail of thought when his brain his brain wanted to shut down with the overload of sensations and emotions he was feeling. Travis hand on his cock sent spikes of lust through him, but it was the rough voice, the hand holding him in place, that wrung moan after moan from him as he squirmed in Travis' grasp. Never enough to truly break the hold he had on TJ's wrists. But, that instinctive drive for more as desire and need built rapidly. He could feel that desire escaping his control, projecting out, but was too far in its grip himself to stop it.
TJ had to bite his lip to keep from simply admitting Travis was possibly right: He could make TJ want anything he gave.
The fly of his jeans cut into him slightly and TJ was sure that was the only thing keeping him from coming right then. Lips parted easily, his tongue curling around Travis' in a welcome that was hungry and slightly desperate and anything but submissive. He wanted to tell Travis to get his rest, not to sacrifice his health in favor of their sex life by keeping these hours. He wanted to say all of that. But, he couldn't form too many words that didn't sound like yes, yes, fuck yes. Every word from Travis' mouth went straight to TJ's cock, awakening hidden longings he'd long ago stopped believing in. Arching his back, which had the added benefit of emphasizing the hold Travis had on his wrists, TJ ground against Travis' lap as best he could in this position. "Don't you dare stop. Fuck." He swallowed back a whimper. "Don't stop."