Jono licked his way inside again, tongue curling over his fingers in a distracting way that had Patrick panting wetly against the pillow. Jono teased his prostate for a few more seconds with light touches that made Patrick’s cock throb. Then he pulled his fingers free and grabbed Patrick’s ass, touch warm like it always was.
Patrick let go of Jono’s hair in order to get his elbows underneath him as Jono pulled apart his ass cheeks to press an openmouthed, sucking kiss right over his hole. Patrick moaned, giving in to the full-body shiver that made his toes curl.
Jono slid his hands along Patrick’s body to fit them over his hips. With a firm tug, he pulled Patrick closer. He would’ve got up on his hands and knees, except Jono pressed a hand between his shoulder blades and pushed him back down onto the bed. Patrick instinctively pushed back against the strength holding him down before relaxing, reaching out with one hand to snag the pillow again.
He turned his head, the angle making his neck go tight, but seeing the smirk on Jono’s gorgeous face was worth it. When Jono leaned over Patrick to kiss him, he didn’t turn away, not caring where the other man’s mouth had just been. Jono’s cock slid into the crease of his ass, rubbing against him as they kissed. The thickness was something Patrick wanted in him, sooner rather than later.
“Hate when you’re gone,” Jono said after he broke the kiss. He bit down gently on Patrick’s shoulder before reaching for the bottle of lube again.
“Soulbond,” Patrick muttered.
Patrick dug his fingers into the pillow as Jono poured lube over his cock where it was nestled between Patrick’s ass cheeks, getting them both messy. That thick length slid against his body, the fat head teasing over his hole and catching on the rim.
“You,” Jono retorted before nipping at Patrick’s shoulder.
Patrick wanted to argue—partly because he still had trouble believing someone could care for him like that in such an intimate way—but all the words fled his mind as Jono finally pushed into him. His mouth opened on a silent groan, lungs locking up as that thick cock split him open. Lying on the bed how he was, with his hips tilted up, knees spread wide, and Jono practically lying on top of him to keep him there, all Patrick could do was take it.
Jono worked his way inside with slow, agonizing pushes, each inch gained causing Patrick to draw in a shuddering breath. Jono’s cock was long and thick, filling Patrick up in the best way possible. By the time Jono’s hips were flush against his ass, Patrick was half out of his mind with need.
“You’re such a fuckingtease,” he gasped out, entire body tight as he clenched around Jono’s cock.
Jono laughed, and Patrick could feel the vibrations through his rib cage. “Want to enjoy you. Is that too much to ask?”
“Fuck yeah it is.”
“Too bad you have to work. I had plans for you that would’ve taken all day,” Jono murmured as he flexed his hips and pulled back, the long drag of his cock leaving Patrick’s body making him whimper.
“Yeah?” he said, licking his lips.
“I wanted to take my time with you. Wanted to make you come over and over until it hurt. Then I’d take my turn.”
Patrick squeezed his eyes shut and breathed into the damp fabric of his pillow as Jono thrust back in at just the right angle to rub against his prostate. “Fuck. You’re gonna kill me in bed one of these days.”
Jono’s chuckle was warm in his ears. “Be a fun way to go.”
“Foryou.”
“Nothing wrong with that, love.”
For all his magic, Patrick was human, and Jono’s preternatural strength meant he could never let go entirely in bed. Some nights he wanted more than what Patrick could give, and stretching out the pleasure helped to temper that need.
“Maybe next time,” Patrick muttered, digging his knees into the mattress so he could push back against Jono’s next thrust.
“Yeah?” Jono asked, fingers digging into Patrick’s hip bones as he straightened up. The movement had him grinding against Patrick’s prostate. “You want that?”
Patrick flushed at the thought, but he wasn’t going to deny he wanted that. He knew Jono could smell his desire and wasn’t ashamed of that fact. Jono rewarded Patrick for that nonverbal agreement by snapping his hips forward, driving his cock in deep and hard. Patrick nearly swallowed his tongue on the second thrust, groaning at the way Jono made sure to catch his prostate.
He reached between his legs to stroke his cock in time with Jono’s thrusts, the pace picking up. Patrick closed his eyes, sinking into the sensations of his body climbing toward orgasm. The tightness in his balls warred with the fire in his nerves as Jono fucked him, sweat sliding over his skin.
After a week with nothing but his right hand to help him get off, Patrick didn’t last—hecouldn’t, not with the way Jono so easily took him apart. The thick heat of the hard cock inside him was impossible to ignore; Jono’s warm hands like a vise around his hips. Patrick came, tipping over the edge with a muffled cry as he turned his face into the pillow, shuddering through his orgasm. Hot cum spurted over his fingers, body tightening around Jono’s cock.
Jono didn’t stop thrusting, but his movements slowed until Patrick was a limp mess on the bed, muscles shaky with exertion. Jono leaned over him and kissed the back of his sweaty neck, licking at his skin. Patrick managed to flop a hand onto Jono’s head, lazily tugging at his hair.
“Want you to come in me,” Patrick said on a satisfied sigh.
Jono obliged, taking Patrick apart in the best way possible. Every thrust burned with a teeth-tingling sensation oftoo muchthat Patrick ignored in favor of giving Jono what he wanted. And Jono took, driving in deep and hard until Patrick wanted to scream. When Jono finally came, Patrick had to bite his lip, hands twisting at the sheets as Jono’s cock throbbed in his body, coming deep inside him.
Jono stayed buried deep for a few more seconds before he slowly pulled out. Patrick groaned, body clenching around the emptiness. Jono lay down beside him as Patrick straightened out his legs, resting his hand possessively over Patrick’s ass.
