“Open it,” Rafe said when he pulled back, thrusting the bag against Jonah’s chest.
Jonah laughed. He pulled a thin, square box out of the bag and his throat bobbed as he swallowed. He hadn’t…
He balanced the box on Rafe’s thighs – trying not to stare at the obnoxious bulge in his trousers – and pulled off the lid. Gold and emeralds glittered up at him and Jonah let out a little gasp.
“Rafe, you shouldn’t—”
Rafe’s fingers pressed against his mouth. “Trust me when I say these gifts are as much for me as they are for you,” he said, voice low and husky. “May I?”
Jonah nodded. He stood, dropping the towel, and Rafe shifted forward on the seat.
The collar was thin and light, and fuck, Jonah didn’t know if Rafe had secretly taken his measurements or what, but it fit around his throat perfectly. It was just snug enough that he knew it was there, but not so much that it made him feel suffocated.
Three chains were connected to the collar, and though they looked delicate, Jonah had the feeling they were anything but. Rafe licked his lips as he fastened the first of two clamps to Jonah’s left nipple. Jonah’s breath hitched when he attached the second, a small groan escaping him when Rafe tugged.
“So pretty,” Rafe murmured.
He held the object attached to the third chain in his hand. A cock ring. It looked a lot like the one they’d used before, but Jonah knew it was new, designed forhim,and his hands trembled when he reached for Rafe’s shoulders.
Rafe turned his head and kissed the inside of Jonah’s wrist. He fastened the ring around the base of Jonah’s cock, which twitched when he ghosted his fingers along the length of it.
Leaning back in his seat, Rafe’s eyes were heavy-lidded. “Perfect,” he said, and Jonah let out a plaintive sound. Rafe smiled. “I have some matching cuffs arriving soon. Finley told me about the fun you had yesterday. Ez collects nice toys, but I think you’ll look prettier chained to my bed if everything matches.”
Jonah couldn’t help it. His cock jerked again, and he moaned, clambering into Rafe’s lap. Rafe met his frantic kisseswith a grin, hands on Jonah’s arse as he took control. He fucked Jonah’s mouth with his tongue and Jonah melted against him, grinding his cock against Rafe’s stomach to try and get some friction.
“Oh, not so fast, treasure,” Rafe murmured. He pressed a finger against Jonah’s hole, nipping his jaw when it slid easily inside. “You’re not the one in charge here.”
Jonah almost laughed. He wasn’t sure he ever was. Rafe bit down his throat as he pushed his finger deeper and Jonah wished he’d stashed lube in his living room because he wanted Rafe’s cock in him. Now.
“Rafe,” he whined, voice coming out breathless and needy. “I need you to fuck me.Please.”
“I’m surprised Finley didn’t spank the brat out of you,” Rafe said. He tugged on the chain and Jonah cried out as the clamps tugged at his nipples. “Maybe next time he should leave some of those bruises behind.”
“Rafe.”
Jonah leaned forward and pressed kisses to Rafe’s jaw. When he didn’t say anything, one finger still sliding leisurely in and out of Jonah’s hole, Jonah moved lower. He unbuttoned Rafe’s shirt slowly, kissing each patch of exposed skin.
Rafe tangled a hand in his hair. “Lower,” he growled, and Jonah flashed him a grin. Rafe pulled his finger free and then Jonah was on his knees again, but now they were both scrambling to get Rafe’s trousers unfastened.
They got them down to his thighs and Jonah groaned at the sight of a wet patch on the front of Rafe’s silk briefs. He leaned in, mouthing over the ridges, and Rafe shuddered beneath him.
“Jonah…”
Jonah wanted to tease him. Rafe was in charge, sure, but what if he wasn’t? Jonah’s cock twitched again, but he had cum not long before; how long could he keep Rafe on the edge?
Like he could read Jonah’s thoughts, Rafe hooked a finger between the collar and his skin, pulling him back. Jonah yelped. His cock jerked.
“Get your mouth on me,” Rafe growled. Gold was flooding his eyes, now, and there was a heaviness in the air Jonah hadn’t felt the last time around.
He nodded, belly twisting in desire and anticipation, and when Rafe let go, he tugged his briefs down, exposing his cock. Jonah didn’t hesitate. He licked along Rafe’s length, then took the head into his mouth and sucked. Rafe groaned, one hand resting in Jonah’s hair.
Jonah took more and more of him, bracing one hand on Rafe’s thigh as he tried to take him to the hilt. He still couldn’t, but Rafe swore and groaned like he had, hips twitching and forcing him even deeper. His sweet, familiar taste flooded Jonah’s mouth with each jet of pre-cum and Jonah pulled back to suck in a breath.
“Fuck, the mouth on you,” Rafe said. He didn’t look away as Jonah sucked him down again. Jonah wanted Rafe to cum like this. He’d swallow it all.
Still, Rafe seemed to have a different idea. He moved suddenly, pulling Jonah off his cock and up into his arms. Jonah groaned when Rafe crushed their mouths together and he lost himself to the kiss as Rafe stumbled toward Jonah’s bedroom, losing his trousers and boxers somewhere along the way.
Miraculously, they didn’t knock anything over, and Jonah groaned when they tumbled onto the bed, Rafe resting on top of him. Rafe kissed him again, and Jonah reached a hand out blindly, grinning against Rafe’s lips when he grabbed the lube.
