“What’s going on?” Calyx said as he pushed Griffith aside and stepped forward. Maybe Justin should just hop off since Mynor didn’t seem to want to put him down. “What happened to you, Justin? We were worried.”
Justin beamed at him and wiggled again, glad when Mynor got the hint and finally lowered him to the floor. “You brought me home.” He threw himself into Calyx’s arms. Calyx squeaked and hugged Justin back, and they teetered on the edge of falling on their faces, but they didn’t because Griffith was there. He was always there for Calyx.
“I can’t believe you’re all here,” Justin said as he looked around the room. “Even Yancey.” He was the last person Justin would have expected to be there, not because he didn’t care but because this was a demon’s summoning—or half-demon, anyway.
He turned his attention to a human he didn’t recognize and who shouldn’t be there. The man looked so excited that he might be about to burst out of his skin.
“This issocool,” the man breathed out.
“You’re new,” Justin said. He already liked the guy, even though he had no idea who he was or why he was there.
“Ignore Travis and tell us what happened to you,” Yancey ordered, his tone hard. Nothing new there, then. “We thought for sure that you’d come home, but you were in the underworld. Why? You’ve never gone there before.”
Justin moved back toward Mynor. “It’s a long story. I need a shower and clean clothes. Maybe we can talk later?”
“Of course,” Calyx said. “You can go to your room, and I’ll have something to drink ready by the time you’re done. We can sit down in the kitchen and talk.”
“That sounds great. You have no idea how long it’s been since I’ve eaten anything that didn’t make me want to puke.”
“I’ll grab cookies, too.”
Justin beamed and took Mynor’s hand. “Let’s go. You can shower with me.”
“Are you sure we can trust them?” Mynor asked, glancing at Justin’s brothers again.
Justin ignored him as he pulled him out of the living room. He had plans, and the first one included as much hot water as he could get.
The doorto Justin’s bedroom clicked shut. The only light came from a multi-coloured glow of lights strung along the window frame, painting the room in red and green in a way Mynor had never experienced before.
For a moment, they just stood there. The rush of their escape from the cold, stone cell was crawling under Mynor’s skin, but it wouldn’t last much longer. He’d crash soon, so he was glad that he and Justin were finally alone. He understood why Justin trusted the men from the room where they’d landed, but he didn’t. They weren’t his brothers, and he didn’t know them.
He was more relaxed than he’d been when they’d first arrived, though. The shower had helped, and while he was wearing clothes that didn’t belong to him, Mynor didn’t care.
He took a step forward, the floor creaking under his weight. He knew what he wanted. He might not have any idea where he was or what to make of the confusing human realm, but right now, that didn’t matter. He and Justin hadn’t been safe in a long time. They hadn’t been alone without the danger of someonesurprising them in as long as they’d known each other. It was an odd feeling, but it was exhilarating.
“Justin,” he murmured, afraid to break the moment.
That was all it took. Justin closed the distance between them, tilting his head up. His hands came up to cup Mynor’s face, and he traced the line of Mynor’s jaw, then the pointed tip of Mynor’s ear, with a black tipped finger.
“I want this,” Justin breathed out.
Mynor leaned down to kiss Justin, not gently or questioningly, but claiming him. It was the kiss they shared that felt safe. In their haste, Justin’s short fangs caught on Mynor’s, sending a spike of lust straight to Mynor’s groin.
Mynor slid his hands down Justin’s back, gripping the fabric of his shirt. He pulled Justin against his body, and Justin gasped into the kiss, maybe at the feel of Mynor’s hard cock between them. Mynor couldn’t hide how much he wanted Justin.
They both wanted the same thing, and Justin seemed to be as desperate as Mynor felt. They wrestled with their clothes, discarding fabric. Justin pulled at the fastening of Mynor’s pants, while Mynor made quick work of Justin’s clothes. When they were both finally naked, Justin took a stumbling step back toward the comfortable-looking bed that belonged to him.
The coloured lights gleamed off the pale expanse of his skin in a way that made Mynor want to lick all the places they touched. “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, the words leaving him in a rush of awe. He’d never felt this way for anyone else. He hadn’t allowed himself to.
Justin grinned as his knees hit the bed and he tumbled down onto the soft surface. Mynor followed him down, caging him in with his arms. He never wanted Justin to leave him. He didn’t know how they’d make it work, but they would. They had to.
Justin arched against Mynor, a low moan escaping him as their cocks slid together. Mynor lowered his head, nuzzling intothe junction of Justin’s neck and shoulder, grinning when Justin shuddered hard.
“You’re mine,” Mynor said, wanting Justin to know that.
“Yours,” Justin agreed as he slid his hands down Mynor’s back to grip his ass.
Mynor moved down Justin’s body, worshipping him with every movement he made. He kissed his way down Justin’s chest, circling a nipple with his tongue, his fangs grazing it again and again until Justin was writhing under him. He then continued lower, down Justin’s stomach, and then lower still. He knew what he wanted, and he was almost there.
