“Having fun?”
Jonah gasped, shooting Damon a glare when he saw him standing in the doorway. “I’m working,” he said, but Damon only laughed at his bratty tone.
“Oh, I can see that.” He eyed the whirlwind that was the room now, and Jonah rolled his eyes.
“I have to see it all so I can organise it all,” he said. “Did you need something?”
“That’s what I came to ask you.” Damon’s eyes darkened when he realised which toy Jonah had in his hand. “Do you need help with that?”
Jonah rolled his eyes. “I was just gonna make a video talking about it.”
“It’s beenweekssince you used it.” Damon prowled toward the bed and Jonah’s stomach fluttered when Damon stood over him,toweringover him. “Sure you don’t need a reminder?”
Jonah grinned. He let his gaze drop to the bulge in Damon’s jeans. “Sure it’s the toy you want to remind me of?”
Damon growled and grabbed Jonah by the waist. Jonah laughed and wrapped his legs around Damon’s hips, throwing his arms around his neck as Damon kissed him hard. It was perfect – almost too much, but Jonah melted all the same,already rubbing against Damon’s hard stomach as Damon sucked on his tongue.
“That’s it, pretty boy,” Damon murmured in his ear. He kissed Jonah’s jaw. “You want my cock in you?”
“Yes.”
Jonah tugged on Damon’s hair until Damon turned his head, then kissed him desperately, still writhing against him. Damon growled. His big hands grabbed Jonah’s arse, squeezing, and Jonah moaned, tipping his head back to try and catch his breath.
“Lube,” he managed. “It’s…”
“I saw it when I came in,” Damon said. He ducked his head and sucked a mark at the base of Jonah’s throat. “Bend over the foot of the bed.”
He set Jonah down and swatted his arse before he crossed the room. Jonah swore and fumbled his jeans undone. He pushed them and his underwear down, and only when he bent over did he realise the door was still open.
Jonah went to stand again, but then Damon was at his back, running a soothing hand down his spine. “Do you need it closed?”
“Anyone could…”
“Who comes up here aside from us?”
Jonah shrugged. He’d never seen anyone else up here, but…
“Leave it open,” he said finally, throat dry. It wasn’t so much the others seeing him; they’d hear him, for sure, because Damon wasn’t going to help him keep quiet.
“Good choice, pretty boy,” he rumbled, and when he pressed against Jonah’s back, Jonah realised he’d transformed while Jonah had his back turned. He whined.
“What is it?”
“I wanted tosee.”
Damon’s answering chuckle sounded surprised. “You can look your fill after.” A lubed finger pressed against Jonah’s hole. “I need you now.”
Fuck. Jonah grabbed the sheets as Damon pushed one finger inside. He still didn’t understand it – why they seemed to want him so much. He was just some guy, and they were—
Damon pushed the finger in deeper, moving a little more sharply. “Damon,” Jonah moaned.
“Get out of that pretty little head of yours,” Damon growled. He bit Jonah’s ear. “I don’t want you thinking about anything else but how good this feels, how much you want it…”
Jonah nodded frantically. He reached down and stroked his half-hard cock, and it jerked in his hand when Damon pushed another finger in alongside the first. Damon opened him slowly, carefully, but Jonah arched back against him, wanting more.
“Damon… Fuck me.”
“Just a little more,” Damon growled.
