“Not now?”
“No. Not now.”
“Why not?”
“Because there are other things I want to do.” Sacha kissed Jonah’s cheek.
It wasn’t particularly sexual, but Jonah felt it in every nerve and sucked in a sharp breath. “Do that again.”
Sacha kissed him again, then trailed his mouth to Jonah’s, and their lips met in a kiss that was as fiery as it was sweet. Despite the frost clinging to the city outside, heat rose between them like a summer storm, familiar, and yet so different to the wildfires of before.
They kissed for unmeasured time, grinding a slow dance that found Sacha beneath Jonah, pulling him down on top of him.
Groaning, Jonah thrust against him, the friction almost unbearable. He wanted Sacha so badly heached, but he moved with caution, watching Sacha for any signs of lingering discomfort.
Sacha caught his face in his hands. “Don’t do that.”
“What?”
“Hold back. I don’t need it.” Sacha wrapped his legs around Jonah’s waist. His face was still lined with fatigue, but his gold-flecked eyes were bright and clear. He was present, right here, with Jonah. “I want something,” he whispered.
Jonah bit his neck, then kissed the red mark he’d left behind. “You want me to ride you?”
“No. I mean, I do, very much. But not right now. Jonah, I want you to fuck me.”
Jonah paused in his journey along Sacha’s jaw, eyebrows rising in surprise before he caught himself. He’d be lying if he said he’d never thought about topping Sacha, but it was the stuff of fantasies he’d assumed would stay between him and the walls of his solitary showers. Not a reality whispered to him on a frosty winter’s morning in Sacha’s bed. “Are you sure? I didn’t know you did that.”
“You never asked.”
“Touché. I guess it’s never come up.”
“Do you want to?”
Jonah fastened his lips to Sacha’s in a fierce kiss. Then he broke away and reached for the drawer of the bedside table. “Yes, I want to. I wantyou.”
He found what he needed and sank back on his heels to roll a condom on, adding lube to slick himself. Then he loomed over Sacha again, enjoying the position of dominance while it lasted. “You’ve done this before, right? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Sacha rolled his eyes. “You won’t hurt me. I have done this before.”
“With who?”
“Boyfriend.”
“You don’t do relationships.”
“It was a long time ago. Was young.”
You’re still young. We both are.But the moment for deep conversations had passed—for now. Jonah zeroed in on Sacha, tracking the rapid rise and fall of his chest, and the flush of his cheeks. A vulnerability that had never graced their physical chemistry before.
He gripped Sacha’s leg, holding it to his chest as he lifted Sacha slightly, aligning their bodies. Breath caught, he bore down, blood roaring in his ears, and pressed in deep and slow, still keeping a watchful eye on Sacha’s face as his features twisted, his discomfort clear. Sacha had spent enough of the last few days hurting. Jonah couldn’t bear to cause him more pain, even if only temporary. He buried himself to the hilt and rubbed Sacha’s chest. “Breathe.”
“I am breathing.”
“Deeper.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
