Jonah shivered. Torin leaned in, licking the shell of Jonah’s ear before he continued.
“I want to lay you out and tell you every filthy thing I’d do to you – anyone has ever wanted to do to you – until you cum just from the sound of my voice in your ear. I want to hear the music of you begging, desperate for something only I can give you.”
He leaned back and Jonah stared at him for a moment before he surged forward. Torin met his kiss, growling intoit, and when he pressed forward, Jonah hitched his legs up, wrapping his thighs around Torin’s hips. Their cocks pressed together under the water, and they both moaned.
“Yes,” Jonah breathed between desperate kisses. “Any of that.Allof it, fuck,Torin…”
“Turn around,” Torin demanded.
Jonah untangled his legs from around Torin’s hips, bracing his forearms on the edge of the tub. Torin was gone for a second, but then he was back, and two slick fingers pressed against Jonah’s hole.
“Yes,” Jonah begged. “Yes, Torin, I can take it, please…”
A groan tore itself from his throat as Torin pushed his fingers inside. The initial burn was brief, overpowered by the need still pulsing through Jonah’s veins. Torin pressed up against him again, nipping Jonah’s earlobe.
“Such pretty sounds you make for me,” he said. His voice sent a jolt to Jonah’s cock, and Jonah moaned again.
He couldn’t help it. Every word out of Torin’s mouth was drenched in sex and seduction and had Jonah wanting to hand himself over if Torin would only keep talking to him.
Two fingers became three. Every so often, Torin brushed Jonah’s prostate, making him whine and desperately push back against Torin.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” Jonah whined. He looked over his shoulder at Torin, who leaned forward and kissed him hungrily.
“Do you want my cock, Jonah?” Torin murmured. “Do you want me to fill you?”
“Torin!”
Torin chuckled darkly. He withdrew his fingers and spread Jonah’s cheeks before he lined up his cock. Jonah threw his head back with a groan as Torin pushed inside. He couldn’t tell if there was anything different about Torin’s cock, but he didn’t care. He just needed to be full, needed to have Torin hold him down and take him.
Sharp teeth traced over the nape of his neck. Jonah shivered, clenching around Torin, which made him groan in turn.
“Jonah,” Torin warned.
“Fuck me!”
Torin growled but pulled back before he slammed home again. Water splashed against the edge of the tub and Jonah was pushed up onto his tiptoes, but with Torin’s arm strong around his waist, he didn’t care. He just had to take it; it was all he wanted to do.
Torin’s hand took hold of Jonah’s cock, and Jonah whimpered at the slick heat of his grip. He took no mercy; he stroked Jonah hard and fast, and Jonah writhed in his grip, so close…
Torin let go of Jonah’s cock and Jonah cried out, shaking his head. “Torin – Torin, no, I need to – Please…”
Torin thrust in deep, cock brushing against Jonah’s prostate before he went still. He was breathing hard, and Jonah was sure he felt Torin’s legs tremble.
“You want to see what’s so special about me, don’t you?”
Jonah looked back at him again. He looked wild, almost ethereal, with his hair damp and in disarray, his eyes dark and lips pulled back in something that was almost a snarl.
“Yes,” Jonah said, nodding desperately.
“Good boy,” Torin said. He pulled out and Jonah whimpered at the loss. “Get up on the edge of the tub and show me that hole I’m about to ruin.”
Chapter Four
It took Jonah three tries to get himself out of the tub, even though it shouldn’t have been that difficult. Torin helped him in the end, pressing his chest against Jonah’s back before he grabbed him by the hips and hoisted him onto the edge.
He pushed Jonah’s thighs apart and Jonah shivered, staring down at him. He still looked hungry, and Jonah was no closer to figuring out what he was.
