Rafe pressed their foreheads together. Whatever he’d been looking for, he’d clearly found, because he’d otherwise stopped moving.
“You forget,” Rafe said, “Not only have we watched everysingleone of those delightfully dirty videos you posted online, but we’ve also seen the ones you shot with Damon and Finley, as well as listened to them regale us with just what a good boy you are.” At Jonah’s gasp, his smile widened. “So responsive. So desperate to take whatever we’ll give you.”
Jonah whined. He wanted to look away from Rafe’s golden gaze, but he couldn’t.
“Now, close your eyes.”
Jonah obeyed without a thought. Rafe took hold of his cock and he gasped again when he felt cool metal slide down his length, fitting snugly around the base of his shaft.
“Open them.”
Jonah opened his eyes and looked down. The cock ring Rafe had put on him was made of gold, small emeralds glittering allaround it. His cock was still filling, feeling harder by the second, and Jonah let out a shuddering breath.
“Yes or no?”
Jonah met Rafe’s eyes. “Yes.”
“Perfect,” Rafe said. He kissed Jonah again and tugged him over toward the bed. When they were close enough, he pushed, and Jonah landed on his back on the silk sheets, the green dark against his skin.
“I thought that colour would look good,” Rafe murmured, mostly to himself, it seemed like to Jonah. “Glad to know I was right.”
Jonah huffed out a laugh. He reached down, stroking his thumb over the ring and shuddering when he touched his cock. Rafe leaned against one of the bedposts, watching him indulgently.
“Go on,” he said. “Stroke yourself.”
Jonah wet his hand with pre-cum before he gave his length one firm stroke. Fuck, but he was sensitive – both from cumming downstairs and because of the ring now. After two more strokes, he removed his hand, thighs shaking.
“How does it feel?”
“It’s alot,” Jonah managed. “Rafe…”
“Just a few more things,” Rafe said. He stripped efficiently, revealing the hard muscles Jonah had been sure were there, and a cock that made Jonah’s eyes widen.
It was thick like the toy, as thick as Finley’s, but with ridges that pushed out even further. Rafe was hard, too, and his cock curved upwards invitingly. Jonah’s mouth watered.
“You’ll get what you need, don’t worry,” Rafe murmured. He crawled over Jonah and ducked his head for a kiss. How long had they been here? Would the others arrive and see him lying here like this?
There was a pinch on one nipple, then the other, and Jonah felt the cool brush of metal against his skin. When Rafe pulled back, he spotted the nipple clamps – matching the cock ring, of course – and the thin chain that connected them. Jonah’s heart thudded in his throat. He’d played with toys like this before, but never with anyone else.
And, he was certain, never with anything this expensive.
Rafe tugged on the chain and Jonah hissed at the pain, sitting up slowly. Rafe chuckled.
“Damon said you liked a little pain with your pleasure.”
His nipples already felt swollen, filling with blood just like his cock, which felt like it was throbbing with every beat of his heart. Jonah whined, jerking his hips up so his cock brushed against Rafe’s.
“Rafe, please…”
Rafe kissed him again, swallowing any protests in a way Jonah didn’t want to fight. He pushed up against Rafe instead, gasping into his mouth when their cocks brushed together.
“Touch me, Jonah,” Rafe said against his lips. Jonah hurried to get a hand on him, startled by how slick he was, the ridges smooth under his palm.
“Like that?” he asked, stroking slowly.
“More,” Rafe growled. He sucked a mark on Jonah’s throat. “Harder.”
Jonah tightened his grip. Rafe’s cock jumped in his hand, a hand he could barely wrap around its girth. Slickness spread across his palm and Rafe panted against his throat, leaving bites anywhere he could reach.
