Rafe snorted when he pressed it against his chest. He reared up, shrugging off his shirt, and Jonah spread his legs wider, stretching out like he was presenting himself.
Fuck, maybe he was. It didn’t matter. Rafe clearly liked what he saw, giving his cock a couple of hard strokes.
His hand came away glistening and slick. When he gave Jonah a questioning look, Jonah nodded. They could’ve fucked in the living room, then, though he thought Rafe was maybe less likely to break his bed than one of the chairs.
Two fingers pushed inside and although Jonah hissed at the initial burn, soon he was panting, pushing back for more. His cock was hard and angry, the ring still tight around the base, and fuck, he hoped Rafe would let him cum.
Two fingers became three and Rafe seemed to think that was enough. Big hands grabbed Jonah’s thighs, pushing them back toward his chest until Jonah got the hint and grabbed them, holding them in place.
Rafe ran his thumb over Jonah’s hole. When he looked up, his grin was feral. “Tell me, Jonah. What do you want me to do to you? What do you wantall of usto do to you?”
Jonah whimpered. “Ruin me.”
“Good boy.”
Rafe lined up his cock and pushed inside in one go. Jonah cried out, but pleasure swamped any pain, and he rocked back against Rafe almost instantly, meeting him thrust for thrust.
Jonah didn’t speak. He couldn’t. Every noise out of his mouth was a moan, a cry for more, and Rafe met every demand with another hard thrust. His eyes were entirely gold now, his dragon shining through, and when Jonah pushed his hands up under Rafe’s shirt, he was sure he felt scales under his fingers.
He dug his fingers in, and Rafe growled, lifting up slightly to tug at the chains connected to Jonah’s nipples. Jonah groaned, arching his back. Rafe tucked his face into Jonah’s neck, teeth scraping over his skin.
“Let me hear you, my treasure,” he rumbled.
It was all the warning Jonah got before Rafe pulled. The left nipple clamp came off and Jonah howled, pain and pleasure combining when Rafe’s cock hit his prostate.
“Oh,fuck,Rafe!”
Rafe chuckled. He thumbed Jonah’s now-sensitive nipple and Jonah whimpered. He wanted to cum, but he couldn’t, not with the ring still on, and he knew Rafe was close. His ridges massaged Jonah’s insides. Jonah pushed back against him.
“Rafe, please…”
“You sound awfully coherent.” So did Rafe, but he was breathing hard, at least, and Jonah squeezed around him.
“Please.” He bit his lower lip, then let it spring free. “I want to cum when you do.”
Rafe grinned. He took Jonah’s face in his hands and kissed him deeply, keeping his cock buried deep. “Such a spoiled brat you are,” Rafe murmured, but there was no heat in it. He tugged the second nipple clamp off and Jonah cried out again.
“Please.”
“So pretty when you beg,” Rafe said, but he seemed to decide to take pity on Jonah.
He reached between their bodies, giving Jonah’s hard cock a few teasing strokes before he unfastened the cock ring from around its base. Jonah moaned, grabbing at Rafe, trying to pull him closer. There was pressure all around him, like something far larger and more powerful was in the room, and Jonah realised all at once that it was Rafe’s dragon side, ever so close to the surface.
“Fill me up,” Jonah said against Rafe’s mouth. “Rafe, I need it, please…”
Rafe growled. He squeezed Jonah’s cock hard before he shuttled his hand up and down his length, thumb swiping over the head. It only took a few seconds for Jonah to tip over the edge, his whole body trembling. Rafe bit down on Jonah’s shoulder, thrusts jerky, and his cock stiffened before he buried himself deep, shooting his load deep in Jonah’s arse.
Jonah whined when Rafe lifted his head. They kissed lazily, and Jonah felt sated, sure, but he also ached, and part of him wanted Rafe to roll him over onto his front and take him again.
“So ambitious, my treasure,” Rafe said. His voice came out like gravel, and the gold wasn’t entirely gone from his eyes. When he pulled out, Jonah winced, but Rafe shushed him with another kiss, reaching over for Jonah’s phone on the bedside table.
“What are you…”
“Lie back,” Rafe said with a wink. “I’d get mine, but I left my jacket in the other room.”
Jonah’s stomach fluttered. And he didn’t want to go that far away? He settled back against the sheets, tipping his head back to look up at the ceiling.
Rafe let out a little growl. The bed dipped when he climbed back onto it, one knee planted between Jonah’s legs.
