Jono shifted against him, sliding lower so he could lick at Patrick’s left nipple, knowing it had better sensitivity than the other one. “You want me to fuck you like this and take my time? Or put you on your knees and make you scream my name?”
Patrick groaned, his fingers scratching at Jono’s skin. “Both?”
Jono sucked at the nipple until it hardened into a nub, tugging at the other one with firm fingers. Patrick moaned, the sound vibrating against Jono’s lips. He pulled back, the nub caught in his teeth and stretching before he let it go. He grabbed the bottle of lube from the nightstand before stacking up the pillows and lying down beside Patrick.
“Come here.”
Jono coaxed Patrick onto his lap, knees on either side of him, lean body rising over him. He hooked a finger around the dog tags, pulling Patrick down for a long, deep kiss that left them both gasping for air when they broke apart.
Jono uncapped the lube and poured it over his fingers. “Hold yourself open for me.”
Patrick’s eyes darkened at his request, but he didn’t argue. He merely reached back with one hand to grab his ass and open himself up while bracing himself against Jono’s shoulder. Jono slid one finger inside, pushing past the initial resistance. Patrick’s eyes fluttered closed, mouth dropping open a little.
Jono nipped at Patrick’s bottom lip, hooking his other hand around the back of Patrick’s knee. “There’s a love. I’m going to get you ready, and then I want you to ride me.”
“Didn’t think I’d be the one doing all the work here,” Patrick muttered as he pushed back against Jono’s finger.
“It’s not about work. It’s about control, and what you want.”
Patrick opened his eyes, staring at Jono. He didn’t say anything, but neither did he stop rolling his hips onto Jono’s finger. Jono didn’t look away, breathing in Patrick’s scent and cataloguing every twitch of his body.
Patrick leaned in, his lips barely brushing over Jono’s. “You’re something else, you know that?”
Jono licked his way into Patrick’s mouth at the exact same moment he slipped a second finger inside him. Patrick shuddered against him, biting into the kiss with a needy moan that made his own cock twitch.
“Never met anyone else like you,” Jono said against his lips. “Don’t want anyone else but you.”
Patrick pulled back, face flushed and eyes more black than green. “You mean it?”
“Always. I’m not leaving you.”
Patrick surged forward, nearly pulling free of Jono’s fingers completely as he kissed Jono hard enough their teeth scraped together. It’d been roughly two months since Patrick had walked into Tempest and into his life, and despite everything that had happened, Jono wouldn’t give up what they were building between them for anything.
He reached up with his free hand and got a good grip on Patrick’s hair, pulling his head back. Patrick arched backward, and Jono sucked a bruise against the pulse in his throat.
“Get on my cock.”
“Fuck, yes,” Patrick groaned, flailing for a moment on his knees before he found his balance again.
Jono pulled his fingers free and poured more lube onto them. He slicked up his cock with a few hard strokes. Patrick finally batted his hand away and gripped his cock, giving it a good squeeze. Jono dug his fingers into Patrick’s hips and lifted him higher. Patrick took the hint and shifted back, guiding Jono’s cock to his hole.
Jono held still, his fingers pressing bruises into Patrick’s skin as he slipped inside that tight heat. Patrick slid onto him slowly, opening up just a little more with every roll of his hips. Jono fought against the desire to thrust up into Patrick and have that clenching warmth surround him.
Patrick finally seated himself fully on Jono’s cock, one hand resting on Jono’s chest for balance. His head was tipped back, and Jono raised a hand to stroke his fingers over Patrick’s throat, scent-marking him even if the other man couldn’t smell it.
“Come on, love,” Jono said, voice rough with want. “Fuck yourself on my cock.”
Patrick swallowed, Jono’s thumb following the motion, as he rose up on his knees and sank back down. Slow at first, every roll of his hips loosening him up, then faster, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the bedroom.
Jono didn’t let Patrick go, following the motions of his body with careful hands. Patrick picked up the pace, the flush of arousal spreading from his face down to his neck and scarred chest. Jono’s fingers followed the warmth, then drifted lower, wrapping around Patrick’s cock and making him lose his rhythm.
Fingernails bit into Jono’s skin as Patrick cried out, working himself between Jono’s cock and hand. The whine that fell from his lips had Jono’s hips snapping upward, driving his cock deep into Patrick even as he pulled him down.
“Oh,fuck,” Patrick moaned, shuddering as he clenched around Jono. “Right there. Do it again.”
“Yeah?” Jono grunted, thrusting into him again.
The wordless sound Patrick let out made Jono smirk. He kept stroking Patrick’s cock, drinking in the sight of the other man taking pleasure because it was what Patrick wanted. Jono could smell his desire, the heady scent of it filling his nose. He dragged his thumb over the tip of Patrick’s cock, smearing the precum over the sensitive skin there. Patrick swallowed loudly, driving himself down onto Jono’s cock.
