“Fuck,” Rafe ground out. His hands shook, but he tossed Jonah’s bag aside and stalked over to the opposite side of the room.
Jonah groaned, stroking himself slowly. He didn’t want to get off. Not yet. Not until they were all together. But he neededsomething, even if it was just his cock growing hard under his own touch.
“Stop,” Rafe growled. He stood over Jonah, towering over him, and fire burned in his eyes. Jonah swallowed and tugged his hand free of his jeans.
“Strip.”
One-word commands it was, then. Jonah got clumsily to his feet, standing too close as he stripped off his t-shirt and kicked off his trainers. His socks were next, and he felt faintly silly wriggling out of his jeans, but the heat in Rafe’s eyes never dimmed, especially once his cock came into view.
“Underwear?” he asked.
Jonah shook his head, trying to fight the twitch of his lips. He hadn’t wanted to wear anything more than was necessary.
Rafe put the box he was holding on the bed beside Jonah and stalked back across the room. There was a tension to his shoulders that Jonah wanted to kiss away, but he thought it would take more than that to be rid of it.
He watched as Rafe opened one of the wardrobes. There was another logo-less paper bag at the top, and he opened it, glancing at Jonah once before he seemed to come to a decision and carried it over.
Jonah frowned as Rafe reached inside the bag. “Put these on.”
He held out a pair of lacy underwear, and Jonah swallowed hard. He took them, though, when Rafe’s expression didn’t change, and put them on with all the gracelessness he’d had when he’d been removing his jeans.
Rafe’s gaze was like a brand; he didn’t look away until Jonah had tugged them up over his hips. They fit perfectly there, of course, though his dick strained against the front, a wet patch already forming on the satin pressed against his sensitive head.
“Rafe,” Jonah murmured. “Did you…?”
Did you buy them for me?It was what he wanted to ask, but that seemed presumptuous. After all, Rafe had presented the collar and clamps and cock ring without asking, so if he’d been hiding the underwear…
“They’re for you,” Rafe said, his voice a little deeper than usual. “I didn’t know the best time to—”
He flushed, a little, and Jonah smiled. “Different colours?” he asked, indicating the bag.
Rafe huffed and set it aside, reaching next for the box on the bed. Jonah held himself perfectly still as he settled the collar around Jonah’s throat. This one was studded with rubies, the same colour as the fabric hugging his hips. Tiny rubies dripped from the clamps on his nipples, and they were studded into the cock ring, too, though Rafe didn’t fasten it around Jonah’s already hard cock.
“For later,” he murmured. For now, he tucked the ring into the front of Jonah’s underwear, then took a step back to admire his handiwork.
Jonah tried not to squirm under the intense scrutiny. A smile unfurled across Rafe’s face.
“Perfect,” he said.
He stepped back into Jonah’s space and Jonah turned his face up for a kiss. It was short and sweet, and then Rafe took Jonah’s hand and led him toward the door.
Jonah hesitated on the threshold. Rafe looked back at him. “You know they’re going to enjoy you,” he murmured. “But if you don’t want to do this, no one will make you.”
Jonah snorted. He knew that. He wanted them, too. It just felt… Bigger, somehow. Like this was a night that might change things.
Rafe squeezed his hand. “Jonah?”
“No, you’re right,” Jonah said. “C’mon. Let’s go.”
They made their way down the hall, up some stairs, and it took Jonah a moment to realise they were visiting a part of the building he’d never been to before. He scowled at Rafe as they climbed yet another flight of stairs, but Rafe merely laughed in response.
“Ez’s room is all the way at the top, unfortunately.”
Ez’s room? Jonah’s eyes widened. He’d not seen it before, and he wondered for a second what it might be like. Did it have some strange other dimension, like Damon’s? Only Finley’s had seemed entirely what Jonah was used to, and he thought, somehow, Ez’s room might be different to that.
They reached the top of the stairs and Rafe squeezed Jonah’s hand again before he opened the double doors in front of them.
As they swung open, Jonah’s eyes widened.
