Ez’s eyes burned when he looked at Jonah. Jonah’s pulse fluttered at the base of his throat. “Yes, I think these will all do perfectly.”
Jonah managed a smile. “So, the meeting’s over?”
Ez growled and before Jonah could react, he’d been dragged into Ez’s lap and Ez was kissing him hard. Hands tugged at his clothes and Jonah unfastened Ez’s tie, struggling with the fiddly buttons on his shirt.
The chair creaked and Jonah tore his mouth away, breathing hard. Ez’s office had a sofa against one wall, and he waved his hand at it. “Over there.”
Ez grunted, but he stood, and Jonah wrapped his legs around his hips. Lust filled the air, heavy and thick, and when Ez pressed Jonah down into the cushions, their cocks met through their clothes. Jonah gasped. Ez grinned down at him.
“I should have made one extra toy,” he said.
Jonah kicked off his shoes, then pulled his shirt off. Ez’s jacket was on the floor, and his trousers soon followed.
“What?”
“I should have made one of myself,” Ez said. His voice was utterly steady, the fucker, and Jonah wanted him as out of it as he was. “I think I would have liked to see a video of you playing with it.”
He was undressed to his boxers now, cock straining against the tight material, and when he prowled over Jonah, Jonah arched his back and leaned up for him.
“Still got time for that,” he said, and grinned when Ez met his kiss.
Jonah had taken off his shirt, but he was still wearing jogging bottoms, and Ez teased the waistband with his fingers as they kissed. Jonah whined into his mouth. He wanted more. Every time he was here, around these men, it was like he spun out of control.
Jonah didn’t mind. He didn’t think they did, either.
“Want you,” he said against Ez’s mouth. “All of you.”
Ez pulled back and smirked down at him. He had one knee planted between Jonah’s thighs, the other foot still on the floor, and even in his human form, he towered over Jonah, eyes gone dark as his incubus form began to seep in.
“Watch,” he said.
Jonah did. He watched as Ez changed, whole body widening, thickening, muscles bulging as they strained. His boxers were a lost cause as his hips changed, the thigh between Jonah’s legs shifting to press against his leaking cock.
Horns sprouted from his head, face gone more angular, and Jonah grinned when Ez’s tail whipped out and caught one ofhis ankles, tugging him further down the sofa. Jonah ground against Ez’s thigh and moaned.
“Fuck, that’s hot.”
Ez snorted. His cock jutted out, hard and wet at the tip, and Jonah wanted to get his mouth on it. As he watched, it changed, widening to the point that Jonah knew he’d choke on it – but he still wanted to try.
“Come on, then,” Ez said like he knew what Jonah was thinking. Maybe he did, but Jonah didn’t care. He rolled off the sofa gracelessly and settled between Ez’s legs, licking up the length of his shaft.
Ez growled. A hand tightened in Jonah’s hair, and claws pricked at his skin. Had Ez had claws last time? Or had he still been holding back.
“You like a big, thick cock, don’t you Jonah?” Ez asked, voice deceptively soft. “You want something you can choke on.”
Jonah moaned. He licked over the head, lapping up pre-cum. There was so much of it, so Jonah chased the taste, finally taking the head of Ez’s cock in his mouth.
It stretched his jaw already, but Jonah took deep breaths through his nose and tried to relax. Fuck, he wanted this. Ez was right. It was what he wanted from all of them – all those monster desires they had that, with anyone else, would have sent him running long ago.
Ez’s claws dug in. Jonah took more of his length, jaw aching. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. Fuck. His own cock twitched, still confined, but he kept his hands on Ez’s thighsbecause he knew better than to touch before he’d been told he could.
“You’re so pretty on your knees for us,” Ez cooed. He pushed Jonah’s hair back from his face, and more pre-cum flooded Jonah’s mouth. “Take more of me, Jonah.”
Jonah tried. He did. He gagged and pulled back and took a deep breath as he tried again. Every time he choked, Ez groaned, hips flexing just a little, and Jonah’s cockachedeven as tears streamed down his face.
He pulled off, and Ez let him, watching hungrily as Jonah caught his breath.
“Fuck my mouth,” Jonah said, voice coming out like gravel. “Want you to cum down my throat.”
