Jono smacked him on the arse, giving him a bit of a squeeze. “Promises, promises.”
The fact that Patrick didn’t struggle to get down made Jono smirk as he headed for the master bedroom. The large space had a mix of mismatched furniture in it, but the bed was the only thing that mattered. Jono hadn’t made it that morning, so he got a fistful of the duvet and yanked the bedding off before tossing Patrick onto the mattress. He bounced a little upon landing, face flushed from arousal and a bit of embarrassment.
“You ever do that again where anyone can see and you’re sleeping on the couch,” Patrick told him, already yanking at the laces on his combat boots.
“Doubtful,” Jono said as he pulled his T-shirt off.
Patrick’s fingers faltered for a second as he took in Jono’s bare chest, eyes darkening. “You think I wouldn’t ban you from the bedroom?”
“Bed is half-mine.”
Patrick kicked off his shoes and started to unbuckle the thigh straps holding his dagger in place. “Shut up and strip.”
Jono laughed, already undoing his belt buckle. “Bossy. We’re a pack, love. You don’t get to be a dictator.”
“I do if it means you’re going to fuck me.”
Put like that, Jono hurried up and got naked. By the time he’d stripped out of all his clothes, Patrick was just getting around to undoing his jeans. Jono helped pull them off along with his underwear with swift tugs. Then he went to his knees in front of Patrick, following the musky scent of arousal to Patrick’s cock.
“Gods,” Patrick groaned when Jono took him in his mouth. “Jono.”
Patrick’s voice trailed off in a hitched sigh that washed over Jono’s ears. Jono sucked hard at the head of his cock before swallowing down more of him. The dark red hue of his pubic hair was shaved close to his skin, and Jono dragged his thumb down Patrick’s balls, tugging at them in a teasing manner.
Patrick’s legs pressed against Jono’s shoulders in reaction to the touch. Jono pulled off far enough to lick at the precum leaking from the slit, tongue curling around the sensitive head. Callused fingers tangled in his hair and gave it a good tug. Jono stroked Patrick’s cock with firm fingers as he looked up refusing to stop touching him.
Face flushed, eyes wide, Patrick looked as if he wouldn’t mind Jono having his wicked way with the mage.
Jono intended to do exactly that.
“Get up here,” Patrick all but begged.
That was an order Jono didn’t mind obeying. With one last suck to the tip of Patrick’s cock, Jono got to his feet as Patrick moved further onto the bed, unconsciously licking his lips. Jono stroked his own cock as he dug up a brand-new bottle of lube from the nightstand, well aware of how Patrick couldn’t seem to look away.
Jono took pride in his body in both forms, and he enjoyed the greedy way Patrick reached for him when he crawled closer. His skin didn’t carry the roadmap of scars that Patrick’s did, and Jono resolved to trace the memories scattered over pale skin at a later date. Right now, Jono wasn’t in the mood to go slow. Giving in to Patrick’s need today was the only thing Jono wanted to do.
Patrick liked it hard and fast, wanting to get off as quickly as possible. Teaching him to go slow was a work in progress, and Jono didn’t mind showing him how good it could be. But after three weeks of separation, if he didn’t get his cock in Patrick’s arse, he’d bloody well maim someone.
“Missed you,” Patrick groaned against his mouth as Jono settled between his thighs. “Fuck, I don’t remember missing anyone like I missed you.”
“Yeah,” Jono muttered as he opened up the bottle of lube with one hand. “Hated having you gone.”
Maybe it was the soulbond making them feel this way, but Jono wasn’t so sure. Patrick had caught his eye from the very first second they saw each other. Attraction had simmered between them since the first night they’d had sex. Relationships and packs had been built on less. He’d seen it for himself in London and here in New York City.
People had killed for less.
Hehad killed for less, and Jono knew Patrick would never judge him for it.
Jono would fight for Patrick, and he knew Patrick would do the same for him. It might not be love, but loyalty and affection were still powerful in their own right.
The sex was definitely a plus.
Jono coated his fingers in lube before wrapping them around both their cocks. Patrick bit his lip and groaned, thrusting up into the tight circle of Jono’s fingers. The flush on his face had moved down his neck and chest, nipples dusky and hard. Jono couldn’t help himself and leaned down to suck one into his mouth.
“You’re killing me here, Jono,” Patrick moaned, his hand settling on the back of Jono’s skull to keep him there.
He chuckled against warm skin, biting at the sensitive nub between his teeth. “What a way to go, love.”
Patrick laughed, the sound hitching in his throat when Jono gently pinched the tip of his cock. “Fuck me.Please.”
