He dropped Patrick onto the bed, following him down, chasing after his mouth. Patrick’s arms wrapped around his neck to hold him there, trying to breathe with the help of Jono’s lungs. The soulbond hummed between them, stronger than it had been when they’d had so much distance between them.
He rolled his hips, dragging his clothed cock against Patrick’s. They both groaned, and Patrick tore his mouth free, throwing his head back, giving Jono room to kiss his throat. Patrick’s shields had been taken down, and Jono could finally breathe in the strangely bitter scent that meant home to him.
“Didn’t pack lube,” Patrick groaned when Jono worked a hand under his arse to lift him into the roll of Jono’s hips again.
“I did,” Jono muttered against his skin. Patrick grabbed his hair and gave it a good yank, the quick sting in Jono’s scalp making him smile.
“Then fucking go get it.”
Letting Patrick go took effort, and Jono didn’t manage to get off the bed for another minute. Patrick’s mouth and his scent were too enticing, but he finally made it to his duffel bag. Jono found the lube in thirty seconds, which was about the same amount of time it took Patrick to remove his combat boots, dagger, and pistol. The boots stayed on the floor while the weapons were put on the desk.
Jono stole a kiss on his way to the window to shut the curtains. Not that anyone would be able to see in through the heavily falling snow, but he wasn’t willing to put Patrick on display for anyone. He turned back to the bed, stripping out of his shirt and tossing it on the floor. His jeans and underwear followed seconds later. Patrick was down to his underwear, which Jono helped pull off before kneeling down to suck the tip of Patrick’s cock into his mouth.
Patrick’s hips jerked upward, and Jono pressed him back down onto the bed with one firm hand. He swallowed Patrick down to the root, dragging his tongue over sensitive skin. Fingers tangled in his hair, pulling again as Patrick tried to strain upward, his heels digging into Jono’s back.
“Fuck.Fuck,” Patrick bit out, his entire body tense.
Jono pulled off, turning his head to bite gently at Patrick’s inner left thigh before straightening up. He pulled Patrick’s legs off his shoulders and crawled over him, hauling Patrick with him farther up the bed. Patrick distracted him by biting one nipple and scraping blunt fingernails over the other.
“Bloody tease,” Jono grunted.
“Fuck you. I’m not the one who needs to apologize.”
Jono uncapped the lube and poured it over his fingers. He leaned down and kissed Patrick to shut him up. He pushed Patrick’s knee to the side, opening him up so Jono could push a finger inside him. He didn’t go slow, knowing that’s not what Patrick wanted right now. Jono still got undertones of anger in Patrick’s scent, and taking his time as an apology wasn’t going to be welcomed here.
Jono dragged his teeth over Patrick’s jaw and down his throat. He traced scar tissue with his tongue as he pushed a second finger into Patrick. “Didn’t mean to keep you out of the loop. I just wanted to keep you safe.”
“You think I like finding out you could’ve died and I wouldn’t have been there?” Patrick asked, his voice cracking slightly.
Jono curled his fingers and rubbed them against Patrick’s prostate. Patrick arched against him, groaning loudly, so Jono increased the pressure. Fingers hooked over Jono’s chin and tugged in a demanding way. He lifted his head, meeting Patrick’s gaze without blinking. “Next time, I’ll call.”
“You better. I’m the one who makes stupid promises, not you, remember?”
“Rather you didn’t.”
“Shut up. You don’t have any room to talk right now.”
Jono pulled his fingers out and reached for the lube again, slicking up his cock. When Patrick reached for him, Jono grabbed his hands and pulled them over his head. Jono wrapped his hand around Patrick’s wrists, pinning him to the bed. When he met Patrick’s eyes, most of the green was gone, swallowed by black pupils. Jono kissed him because he could, because he never wanted to know what it would be like to watch Patrick walk out the door and leave him behind.
Jono dug his knees into the bed as he guided his cock to Patrick’s hole, pushing into that tight heat with tiny rolls of his hips. Patrick’s legs wrapped around his waist, and he swallowed loudly as Jono sank all the way in, his cock jerking between them. Jono flexed his fingers around Patrick’s wrists, keeping him pinned as he pulled out and snapped his hips forward. The hard thrust drew a moan from Patrick that made Jono smile and do it again and again.
Jono didn’t go slow, and he wasn’t gentle, holding Patrick down with firm hands while he fucked him hard. Every moan, every hitched breath that escaped Patrick’s mouth spurred Jono on. He didn’t stop until Patrick came with a shout, Jono’s name on his lips as he shuddered through his orgasm. Jono dug his knees into the bed as he chased his own release, grinding his cock into Patrick until he came with a harsh groan.
Patrick’s eyes were closed, his fingers fisted tight over his head. Jono let his wrists go, the skin there red from pressure, but not bruises. Patrick blinked his eyes open when Jono touched his cheek with gentle fingers.
“We’re in this together, and I’m always going to trust you. That’s never going to change, love,” Jono said quietly before pressing a gentle kiss to the corner of Patrick’s mouth.
Patrick turned his head, catching Jono’s mouth with his, kissing so sweetly that it felt like an apology when he had nothing to apologize for. Jono gently pulled out of him before getting them underneath the blankets. Jono wrapped his arms around Patrick, holding him close, refusing to let him go.
Patrick stroked calloused fingers over Jono’s hips. “Where were you hurt?”
Jono shifted, grabbing Patrick’s hand to place it over the spot on his ribs that was healed up now. “Didn’t go deep.”
“A silver knife laced with aconite doesn’t need to go deep.”
“Bloke is dead and the demon is gone.”
Patrick rested his forehead against Jono’s chest. “Demons are never gone.”
