Patrick bit at Jono’s bottom lip, arching up against him to get some friction on his own cock as Jono stretched him open. When Jono found Patrick’s prostate, he couldn’t quite hold back the cry that escaped his throat, burying his face against the curve of Jono’s throat.
“You aresucha fucking tease,” he panted out, licking at the sweaty skin and tasting salt.
Jono’s laughter rumbled in his chest. “You make it so easy.”
Patrick dragged his fingers down Jono’s back, blunt nails scraping over warm skin. “Are you calling me easy?”
A third finger pushed into his body, the sudden stretch nearly making Patrick swallow his tongue. The burn was almost too much, too soon, but it feltgood. And Jono was careful with him in a way Patrick never got to experience.
“You don’t strike me as a bloke who does easy,” Jono murmured. “But I want to make this good for you.”
“Pounding my ass into the bed would be the quickest way to get me off.”
Jono pulled back, taking with him the warmth that seemed to live in his skin. “I saidgood, not quick.”
He punctuated his words with two more hard thrusts of his fingers. Patrick twisted against Jono’s hand with a whimper, biting his lip. He tipped his head back, swallowing thickly. When Jono wrapped a hand around his cock, Patrick couldn’t help but thrust up into that frustratingly light touch, hips rolling back down onto Jono’s fingers buried in his ass.
“You keep this up and I am going to come without your cock in me, and Ireallywant your cock,” Patrick told him.
Jono chuckled, the sound making Patrick’s cock twitch. “Greedy.”
He stretched his arms over his head, pressing his palms flat against the headboard, using the sturdiness of the bed to drive himself into Jono’s touch. Jono smiled down at him, teeth just a shade sharper than usual in his mouth before they evened out. That hint of something preternatural didn’t scare him away.
Patrick reached between his legs where Jono’s hand was, curling his fingers around that strong wrist. “Don’t tease.”
He didn’t get what Jono wanted to give him often, if ever—not like this. Not easy and warm and sweet in a way Patrick didn’t think he deserved. But Jono thought he did, and Patrick was willing to let Jono believe he was worth that kindness, just for one night.
It wouldn’t mean anything, in the end.
Jono pulled his fingers free and slid his hands up Patrick’s thighs, pushing his legs farther apart. He lost his hold on the headboard and had to make do with the pillow when Jono finally guided his cock to Patrick’s hole. The first push inside had him moaning, body stretching around the thick length seeking to fill him up.
Patrick nearly swallowed his tongue at the stretch. “Yes.”
Inch by hard inch, Jono worked him open, lube making each slide in slick and easy. The feel of that hard cock inside him left Patrick breathless, unable to do anything but let Jono own him, just for one night. The slow thrusts were guaranteed to drive him mad even as his body made room for that thick, wonderful cock.
When Jono was finally buried to the hilt, throbbing deep inside him, Patrick sucked in a shaky breath, body aching from the fullness stretching him more than he was used to these days. Jono was thicker and longer than the guys he’d hooked up with in his past, filling him up so good. While Patrick wasn’t complaining, he definitely needed a moment to let his body adjust.
“Fuck,” Patrick groaned, pressing his knees against Jono’s chest. “You feel so good in me.”
Jono settled on top of him, his weight pressing Patrick down against the mattress, caging him in. Patrick had an idle thought that he could get free, could twist his body and flip them over, but he didn’t want to lose this feeling of tenderness settling between them.
He unclenched his hands from the pillow, wrapping his arms around Jono’s neck again. The shift of their bodies had Jono’s cock gliding against his prostate, and Patrick squeezed his eyes shut, biting back a moan. A warm mouth covered his, and Patrick tasted himself on Jono’s tongue.
“You need some looking after,” Jono whispered against Patrick’s mouth right before he rolled his hips and thrust in deep.
Patrick let out a shaky cry, nerves on fire as Jono did it again and again. He opened his eyes, finding Jono’s face mere inches from his own, staring down at him with an intensity that made him want to hide. Instead, Patrick kissed him again, gasping at a particularly hard thrust that sent his own cock sliding between their bellies.
“Harder,” Patrick moaned, moving his arms so he could clutch at Jono’s shoulders with desperate hands. “Jono,please.”
Jono sucked a kiss into the side of Patrick’s neck, right over the spot Lucien had bruised. “No. I’ll give you what you need. Trust me.”
Patrick opened his mouth to say he didn’t, but the words wouldn’t come, blocked by the pleasure coursing through his body. Each hard thrust of Jono’s cock hit his prostate, driving in slow and deep, filling him up. Jono lifted his head, stealing another kiss while he fucked Patrick with a focus that was almost too much to handle.
Jono dipped his head, nipping at Patrick’s bottom lip. “You like my cock in you?”
Patrick let out a breathless little laugh that became a gasp on Jono’s next thrust. “Do you even have toask?”
Jono’s smirk was far too self-satisfied for Patrick’s liking. He clenched down around Jono’s cock on the next thrust, liking the way those wolf-bright eyes darkened just a little with hot desire.
