Jared felt like there was a third one on the way, or at least the aftermath of his climax was pretty intense. He didn't want to stop, even if it was starting to feel overwhelming. It sort of made sense he guessed, he'd always liked pushing himself whether it was at the gym or at the job, why not in sex too? "Oh god," he whispered, sounding as awed as he felt. "You're killing me, baby." Not that he was complaining and the kiss he gave Ty said as much even if it was brief. He tilted his head back with a soft moan, then focused his gaze on Ty's eyes again, full of wonder.
It looked and sounded like a pleasant death, so Ty didn’t stop what his hips were doing. He didn’t want to hold Jared’s wrists down again, but he did still have the urge to put weight on him. His dark eyes hazy as they locked onto Jared’s, Ty moved to brace one forearm against his broad chest, his hand gripping Jared’s jaw. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he breathed to him, scraping his teeth over his bottom lip. “You’re gonna take it ‘til I’m done.” That wasn’t quite accurate, since he would stop at any time, but it was a sexy fib. Part of the fun. And God, was it fun. His breathing coming harder again, Ty started to gradually pick up his pace, rocking both of their bodies as he pushed in deep with every stroke.
Jared groaned softly and fuck if those words didn't go straight to his cock, amplifying the intense things he was already feeling. Of course he knew Ty would stop if he asked him to but fuck, that growl in his voice and that grip on Jared's jaw made his breath hitch and his stomach roll pleasantly. "Okay," he whispered and marveled at how easy it was to be this vulnerable with Ty. It wasn't a role he'd ever considered himself trying, let alone liking, but here he was, overwhelmed and melting with pleasure.
Ty might have preferred to be on the subby end of this sort of thing most of the time, but he couldn’t deny that it felt good to be doing this. He wanted to push Jared past every limit of pleasure he’d thought he had, send him flying off into space with ecstasy, even more than he already had. That soft, sweet answer gave him a surge of ... something. Some kind of dominant energy, he didn’t know. It just felt fucking good. Ty held Jared’s face firmly, not giving him a choice of anywhere else to look while he started fucking him faster and harder again, holding his gaze as much as he could in spite of his fluttering lashes.
Jared tried to hold that gaze but his eyes kept drifting shut as Ty fucked him and before long he was clinging to Ty, digging his fingers into his sides. It was becoming clear that people didn't actually count orgasms, they just guessed after the fact because he had long since lost track of where one ended and another began. Ty's cock brushed against his prostate and he was on fire again, whimpering and forcing his eyes open to look at him for the briefest moment before closing them again. He wanted to look though, the way Ty was looking at him was like nothing he'd ever seen before, his beautiful man so close to orgasm, so fucking bossy - he was so going to pay him back for this one though he didn't think Ty would complain about that. He wasn't sure he could have found the words to ask him to stop even if he'd wanted to so he was thankful he felt up for the pushing.