Rourke woke, warm and cozy, with his mate in his arms.The sky was rosy outside the windows, and he took a moment to watch Ezra while he slept.
His lower lip was plush, the ring resting against his skin.It was a small ring, no bead or anything.It suited him.
He ran a featherlight finger along his jawline only to still when Ezra made a sound at the back of his throat.He could feel the pulsing of Ezra's cock as it hardened against Rourke's hip.It made him harden as well.
Carefully, he pressed against Ezra.Another sound and Ezra rubbed against him only to still and jerk away.His eyelids flew open, and his dark eyes found Rourke's.
"Morning."
"Ngh."
Rourke chuckled and pulled him closer again, but when Ezra's hand flew to his arm to halt his motion, he stopped."Did you sleep well?"
Ezra's dark gaze swept over the room then landed on Rourke again.
He ran a hand over Ezra's hip.A handjob between mates would be okay, would it not?Even if Ezra wasn't gay, he could appreciate it, right?Or maybe not.
Trailing his hand in light, barely-there caresses over the arch of his hip and down to his thigh, he then went up again.He watched as Ezra's eyes darkened, took in the way his lips parted on an almost inaudible sigh.Beautiful.A witch, but still beautiful.And he was Rourke's.
He allowed his fingers to slide a little closer to his cock, still with soft, undemanding touches, but by now Rourke's cock was throbbing, and he wanted to pull Ezra close and rut against him.The image of Ezra on all fours made fire erupt in his veins.
Maybe he could offer a blowjob.Everyone liked blowjobs, and Rourke liked giving them.He flicked his gaze to Ezra's, but his eyes were closed, his teeth lightly gripping his lower lip, his chin tilted toward the ceiling.Fuck yeah.
"What do you want?"Rourke's voice wasn't much more than a whisper, but it had Ezra's eyes fly open.He stiffened and pushed at Rourke's arm.
"Vanilla extract."
Rourke stared.Was it code for something?Did witches use different words?Vanilla..."Eh..."
Ezra rolled out of bed and hurried toward the bathroom."I can make do without, but I'd love some vanilla extract."
Then the bathroom door closed behind him, and soon the shower came on.Rourke slumped on the bed and gave his cock a lazy pump while letting out a growl.
Rourke remained in bed until the water stopped, and when Ezra exited sometime later, he studied his every move.He had one towel wrapped around his hair and one around his hips, the T-shirt he'd slept in back on.Weird.Then he snatched the backpack and went back into the bathroom.
Frowning, Rourke waited for him to emerge.When he did, he'd brushed his hair and was dressed in a pair of black slim-fitted jeans artfully ripped in various places on the knees and thighs.Rourke searched for chains and decorative rivets and stuff, but there were none.Maybe he was wrong, but he suspected Ezra would've liked some chains.
He stilled by the foot of the bed."Aren't you getting up?"
"I haven't decided yet.I think I'll remain here and watch you do your thing."Rourke grinned at him.
Ezra got a deer-in-the-head-lights look."Why?"
"Why not?"He scratched his chest, and Ezra's gaze instantly dropped to the motion, then he yanked it away to look out the window.Rourke swallowed a chuckle.
"Aren't you gonna put the bling on?"
"The what?"
"Put your braids in and the bracelets."
Ezra's gaze jumped to his, and Rourke suppressed a grin.Had Ezra been a shifter, he'd most likely been a crow shifter.Attracted by sparkly things.
Carefully, he neared the bed, and with one last glance at Rourke, he sat on the edge.First, he put on the bracelets, split between both wrists today.Yesterday, he'd had them all on his left.
Then he gave Rourke a look over his shoulder and reached for his hair.Rourke pushed up so he was seated behind Ezra and watched his fingers deftly braid the hair.Then he reached for his bag again and brought out a wire thing he hooked around the braid and pulled through the braid bead thing.
"You should unpack."
