Jono gave one last stroke to both their cocks before sitting up and reaching for the lube again. Patrick shifted against the bed, pushing himself to a sitting position. He crawled into Jono’s lap with a heated look in his green eyes, legs splayed wide over Jono’s thighs.
“Like this,” Patrick said, rising up on his knees a little. “Show me what you got.”
Jono dragged a hand over one of his ass cheeks, opening Patrick up so he could push one finger inside that tight, clenching heat. Patrick shuddered against him, pressing their mouths together for a kiss that was all teeth and tongue as they fought for control. Jono stroked his free hand up Patrick’s back to get a good grip on his hair and pull his head back. Keeping him in one place, Jono kissed him absolutely breathless.
Patrick gasped against his lips when Jono pushed a second finger into him, rising up before sinking down onto Jono’s fingers.
“Couldn’t stop thinking about you on the flight here,” Patrick murmured, digging his hands into Jono’s shoulders.
“I’m not on shift tonight,” Jono said as he curled his fingers, searching for that sweet spot. “Could christen the sofa if you want. Maybe the wall. Dining table is a bit too dodgy—think we’d break it.”
Patrick laughed, the sound breaking on a moan as Jono found his prostate and rubbed at it. “Are you calling mecheap?”
Their cocks rubbed between their bodies as Patrick rocked against him, riding his fingers. The ache in his own cock was starting to get distracting. “You aren’t skint, but your taste is.”
Patrick laughed, his entire body shaking with it. Jono stretched his fingers against the clench of muscles and smiled against the warm curve of Patrick’s neck and shoulder. He breathed in deep, Patrick’s scent bitter and sharp in his nose.
He was the best thing Jono had smelled in a long, long time.
“You are,” Patrick said, still laughing. “You’re calling mecheap! I work for the government, what did you expect?”
“Sod the government,” Jono muttered as he pulled his fingers free.
He grabbed Patrick by the waist, urging him higher. Warm hands framed his face, and Patrick kissed him with a focused intensity Jono relished. He carefully guided Patrick down onto his hard cock, groaning as the fat tip pushed inside. The resistance gave way with a shallow thrust as more of his cock slid inside with a little pressure. Patrick moaned, biting at his bottom lip. Jono spread his legs, forcing Patrick’s wider.
He pushed up into that heat with quick, forceful thrusts that opened Patrick up inch by thick inch. Jono had always been pleased at how long and thick his cock was, the way he knew his partners enjoyed taking it. Patrick was no different, the soft, hitched breaths that caught in the back of his throat with every inch Jono worked inside him impossible for Jono to ignore. Fingernails scraped over his skin, the quick irritation fading in seconds as Jono stared into Patrick’s eyes.
Jono fit one hand to Patrick’s hip, flattening his other against the space between sharp shoulder blades on that scarred back. Patrick leaned back into his touch, eyes half-lidded, tongue peeking out from between wet lips as Jono pulled him all the way down onto his hard, aching cock.
The sound that came out of Patrick’s mouth was wordless, needy, his fingers digging bruises into Jono’s shoulder. Jono bottomed out with a growl, cock throbbing deep inside Patrick, exactly where he wanted to be. He could feel Patrick clench weakly around him, the tightness something Jono had to breathe through. He reached around to trace his fingers around where they were joined, rubbing warm fingertips around the tautly stretched skin of Patrick’s hole.
The way Patrick shuddered brought a smile to Jono’s face.
“If you don’t move,” Patrick gasped, hips rolling shallowly to get away from Jono’s touch. It only served to shift Jono’s cock inside him, making him moan.
“You’ll what?” Jono asked, as he readjusted his grip on Patrick’s body, sliding the mage off his cock a little.
“I’ll—”
Whatever he would have said was forgotten at the first hard snap of Jono’s hips, cock driving in deep. Patrick cried out, pushing back down onto Jono’s cock even as he thrust up again. Jono got both hands on Patrick’s ass and pulled him up off his cock again, keeping him there. It gave Jono room to thrust into him, cock dragging against his prostate. Patrick twisted in his arms, swearing as he tried to sink down and was unable to. Jono held him in place with strong hands, hole stretched wide around his cock, the long glide in wet and a little less tight now.
“Going to take you like this. Going toownyou,” Jono growled as he sped up the motion of his hips. “You want that?”
Patrick answered through a messy, uncoordinated kiss. “Yes.”
Jono hiked him up higher, just a little, holding him there with easy strength so Jono could fuck him as hard as he liked, as hard as he dared. The sound of skin slapping together filled the bedroom, sweat making their bodies slippery as they held on to each other. Patrick’s breathless little whines were like music to Jono’s ears, and he chased the sound with his mouth.
Patrick’s cock was trapped between their bodies, the friction and the pounding Jono was giving his arse all it took to eventually tip him over the edge. Patrick came with a cry, head tipped back, cum painting both their chests. His body shook in Jono’s arms, tightening around his cock in an exhilarating way. He grunted, shifting position and slowing down a little through the sudden resistance.
“C’mon, don’t stop,” Patrick said, tugging at his hair. “You know you want your cum on me.”
Jono swore, biting at Patrick’s scarred collarbone with gentle teeth at those words. “Fuck, I want towreckyou.”
“Yeah, yeah, you should.”
Jono took that as permission given and leaned forward, guiding Patrick down to the bed again. He didn’t pull out, just twisted his hips so that when Patrick’s back touched the mattress, Jono was driving back into his hole. Patrick groaned, his hands on Jono’s shoulders, pulling him closer.
Without needing to hold Patrick up, Jono could focus on getting off in the best way possible. Fucking Patrick was like coming home, his body open and willing beneath Jono, hands greedy with touch. Jono couldn’t last much longer, not with the way Patrick was looking at him, as if Jono was the only one he could ever want.
