“Oh, God,” Cas moaned as Jonah kissed the inside of his thighs then laved his tongue over his hole.
“Here?” he asked, rubbing his thumb over Cas’s entrance until the muscle gave and he sank just inside.
“Fuck yes.”
“Thought you said I missed a spot?”
“You’ll come back to it. You’re thorough like that. Oh,fuck.”
Jonah sucked one of Cas’s balls into his mouth while he worked him open with a slick finger, his own cock heavy and hard, every heartbeat throbbing through his shaft as Cas grew wilder with his touch.
Jonah didn’t stop.
He concentrated on that perfectly tight hole and his fingers sliding in and out of it until Cas was bucking beneath him. Only then did he straighten and circle his fist around Cas’s cock.
Cas cried out, hands flying up to grip the backs of his own thighs as Jonah stroked him slowly.
“Good?”
“So fucking good,” Cas breathed. “More. Harder.”
Jonah laughed softly and gave him one hard stroke before loosening his grip again, making Cas whimper in complaint. Reaching down, he pulled his dick from his boxers, groaning as he gave it a couple of equally slow strokes and dangerously close to losing it the way his head kept bumping up against Cas’s slick hole.
“Do it. Please?”
“You want it?” Jonah rubbed his crown over the soft skin of Cas’s balls, then around his entrance.
“Fuck yes. But maybe umm…go a little easy.”
After rolling on a condom and greasing himself up with some lube from the nightstand, Jonah grasped the fabric of Cas’s sweatpants, pushing his legs back farther and tilting his ass in the air.
Cas hissed as Jonah pressed inside. Not much, just the very head of his cock, but it was enough to send his eyes rolling into the back of his head. Cas was as tight and hot as Jonah had anticipated, and he clamped down on his lip, straining against the primal urge to slam inside him.
“Okay?” he asked, and Cas nodded rapidly. He withdrew and then pushed in deeper, letting out a curse when the muscle seized around him.
“Sorry,” Cas muttered.
“Wasn’t a complaint. I promise.” Jonah moved in increments, each inch deeper in Cas sending pleasure racing up his shaft, every shallow thrust dizzying.
When he was fully seated, he yanked the sweatpants down Cas’s legs, tossed them aside, and slid his hand up his abdomen, touch light on Cas’s throat when he bent down to kiss him.
Jonah wasn’t in any hurry to come, despite the demands his body kept trying to make. He moved slow, attuned to Cas’s reflexes, the rough sound of his exhales, the soft moans when he hit the right spot inside him.
He wanted to savor the feeling of Cas wrapped around him—his arms, his legs, the heat of his kiss, the tiny quiver of muscle when Jonah pressed deeper.
He wanted to get lost in it. Just for a little while.
19
Caspian
Cas had wanted Jonah longer than he could remember. Even though this was hardly his first time, it felt like it was. He’d participated in more than a few fumbling, caffeine and liquor-laced hookups. All were unemotional, frenzied experimentation with the underlying goal of forgetting Jonah, painting a new face on an old canvas, knowing what was there would never be anything close to what was underneath.
Now, they lay in Jonah’s bed, with the older man’s body crushing Cas into the mattress, muscular forearms bracketing Cas’s head. Jonah’s hips rocked, fucking into Cas with the steady rhythm of a metronome, his kisses as unhurried as his invasion. And it was an invasion. Jonah’s thick cock had breached Cas slowly and steadily, both patient and persistent.
In all of Cas’s fantasies, he’d never imagined Jonah’s euphoric kisses and tender touches. It was maddening. In some ways, he almost wished they’d fucked in the hallway of Wired—maybe then it wouldn’t feel so weighted, as if the way Jonah fucked him sucked all the air from his lungs. He’d expected some level of brutishness, biting kisses and finger-shaped bruises, but instead, Jonah was fucking him like there were feelings involved, like he meant something.
Cas locked his legs around Jonah’s waist, tilting his hips until each of Jonah’s slow, steady thrusts didn’t just drag along that bundle of nerves but slammed directly into them, causing sparks behind his lids, his cock leaking over the taut muscles of his belly. Sensation and sentiment ran together, pouring over him like melted candle wax.
