Cas thrust into his tight hold. He was smooth, hard heat and the obscene squish of oil and skin as Jonah picked up the pace of his strokes.
“You like that?” Jonah captured Cas’s mouth again without waiting for an answer, swallowing the breathy moans he emitted, then kissing along his jaw, sucking and biting his earlobe. “I do want you,” he admitted, slowing the tempo when Cas groaned and bucked into his hand. “Want to come?” He concentrated his touch on Cas’s tip, teasing his fingers over the silky skin, then ran his thumb through Cas’s wet slit. He couldn’t get enough of the way Cas responded: the emphatic nods, how he twisted and wriggled and thrust against him. He was needy and uninhibited, totally riding the whims of his arousal, and it made an electric desire buzz through Jonah. He could feel his own dick leaking, his balls heavy and hot and wanting.
“Fuck yes. Fuck yes, I want to. I need to. So fucking bad.” Cas was breathless, skin flushed, wet hair wild and sticking up in places while plastered down in others.
Jonah wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier in his life. He gripped Cas’s shoulder, anchoring him as he wrapped his shaft again and pumped him hard and fast, the pace relentless and determined.
Cas panted, muscles of his thighs straining as Jonah worked him. A shiver raced through Jonah’s body in warning right before Cas cried out and his orgasm burst free, striping his heaving stomach and slicking Jonah’s hand with his release.
Cas’s shoulders trembled as pleasure rolled through him, and Jonah kept pumping him until he whimpered and grabbed his wrist as he let his head thunk back against the cabinet and caught his breath.
Jonah caressed Cas’s hip and thigh until his breaths slowed and he dropped his glaze-eyed gaze to find Jonah’s. Lifting Jonah’s hand to his lips, Cas took each finger into his mouth, one by one, before licking his palm clean, too.
Jonah sucked in a breath as his balls pulled tighter at the light flick of Cas’s tongue over his wrist. It was so strangely and unexpectedly erotic that when Cas reached for his sweatpants, he warned, “I’ll explode in two seconds if you touch me.”
Cas grinned. “Who said I was gonna touch you?” With that sly expression still on his face, he slithered from the lip of the counter, dragging Jonah’s pants down with him as he went to his knees.
The searing wet heat of his mouth engulfed Jonah’s cock all the way to the root, which answered at least one question he’d held in the back of his mind about Cas. Jonah let out a helpless groan, one hand flying up to brace against the top of the fridge, the other threading through the tangled strands of Cas’s hair as he sucked up the side of Jonah’s shaft and then deep-throated him again.
“That’s good. Shit,” he ground out. “There you go. All the fucking way down.”
He hadn’t been lying when he said he wouldn’t last long. He’d been worked up since the massage parlor, and Cas on his knees, big eyes staring up at him and slick swollen lips wrapped around his cock, the hushed choking sounds when he took him deep? Too fucking much.
He gritted out another curse and tugged Cas’s head back, coming apart the second Cas opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue, expression hot and expectant. “Jesus Christ, Cas,” Jonah gasped through the pleasure that raced over him, touching every nerve ending with fire as he coated Cas’s tongue, cheeks, and that too plump, too shiny mouth that Cas used to be so self-conscious about.
When he came back to earth, he leaned heavily against the fridge, eyes fluttering shut as Cas’s tongue flicked over his crown, then moved down his shaft and nuzzled his groin.
He stroked the top of Cas’s head, smoothing back the wild, damp strands, then let his hand fall back to his side as he inhaled a deep breath that finally felt as if it saturated his lungs.
Not exactly how he’d anticipated the morning going.
He opened his eyes when he felt Cas’s hands grip his waist as he stood.
“So, are you gonna make me breakfast now?” Cas arched a brow, and Jonah struggled and failed to suppress a smile as he yanked his sweats back up his thighs.
“Yeah, I’ll make breakfast now.” He nudged Cas gently out of the way and opened the fridge. “And I’ll even share some with you. Then”—He glanced over his shoulder at Cas, who’d dropped onto one of the kitchen chairs and was re-tucking his towel—“we’re going to have a long conversation about Russia.”
“Then I’m really going to need that coffee. Think you could heat it up for me? Bet it’s pretty cold by now.”
Jonah grumbled all the way to the microwave.
13
Caspian
Cas moaned as he stared down at the plate piled with pancakes. It had been a testament to Jonah’s balancing skills that he’d managed to climb the loft ladder while carrying a tray with both the pancakes Cas had begged for and the coffee he’d demanded.
As Jonah hit the landing, Cas carefully took the tray, setting it down in the middle of the mattress and looking Jonah up and down when he attempted to crawl into the bed. “Uh-uh. Take your pants off,” Cas demanded, pointing at Jonah’s sweats.
Jonah hooked a brow upward, voice deadpan. “You can’t possibly still feel at a disadvantage after I jerked you off and made you pancakes.”
Cas did, though. Just not the way Jonah probably thought. He forced a smile through a flare of self-doubt, then wiggled his brows. “No. I just like looking at you naked.”
“That’s understandable.” Jonah smirked and slid his sweats down slowly. “Many people are often distracted by my godlike physique.”
It was meant to be a joke, but Cas drank Jonah in, suddenly uninterested in the coffee or the pancakes. Cas acknowledged that he may have just made a tactical error. Maybe more than one. For starters, how was he supposed to concentrate on food and conversation when Jonah’s perfect body and half hard cock were within reach? And then there was the issue of what the hell was going on between them and what had happened in the kitchen earlier. Was it a fluke or did it mean something? Cas might’ve wanted Jonah for as long as he could remember, but Jonah hadn’t shown the same inclination when they’d lived together. Had time really brought him around, or was this just some circumstance of convenience?
Cas frowned at the thought and was caught off guard when Jonah knelt on the mattress, catching his mouth in a surprise kiss that tasted like black coffee and syrup.
