“Oh fuck, yes!” Jonah cried out before he came. Cum spurted over his fingers and he moaned as he continued stroking his cock, milking out every last drop. He relaxed back into the bed, breathing hard, and it took him a few seconds to tug the toy free and turn it off.
He climbed off the bed with shaking legs, walking over to turn off the camera. Jonah yawned and stretched, grinning despite himself. He flicked quickly through the footage – it all looked pretty good, and he knew a few edits would tighten it up some.
He yawned again. No time for a nap. He’d shower and get back to work.
***
Jonah climbed out of the shower and scrubbed his hair before he wrapped the towel around his waist. The haziness of his orgasm had worn off and now he was thinking about what else he had to do today. He could put together some posts of the toys – it might be a good idea to show those to Ez tomorrow and get a release date out of him.
He wandered into the kitchen, intent on getting something to drink before he dressed and got back to work but was distracted by a knock on the door.
Jonah frowned. He wasn’t expecting anyone – or anything. He turned toward his bedroom, about to run in to get a pair of shorts, but whoever it was knocked again. Jonah tightened the towel around his waist. It was probably nothing.
Of course, it wasn’t nothing.
Jonah’s eyebrows rose when he unlocked and opened his flat door to find Rafe standing on the other side of it. Rafe, in turn, looked Jonah over hungrily, eyes lingering on the towel around his waist.
“Am I… interrupting?”
Jonah snorted. “No, I just showered. What – Why are you here?”
Rafe tilted his head to one side. “Am I not allowed to visit?”
Jonah stepped aside to let Rafe in past him. He was dressed impeccably, of course, in a suit that made Jonah’s mouth water. He was also carrying a shopping bag, though Jonah couldn’t see a label on it that told him where it was from.
“I didn’t know you knew where I lived,” Jonah answered, closing the door behind him. He followed Rafe through into the small living room, where he’d stopped. As Jonah watched, he lifted his head and breathed in deep. Jonah flushed. The door to his bedroom was still open, but he knew that Rafe couldn’t see anything from that angle.
But if dragons had a good sense of smell…
“Oh, Ididinterrupt something.”
“No,” Jonah said patiently. “I told you, I just showered. I was already done.”
He laughed when Rafe pouted, sitting in one of the chairs and crossing one leg over the other. Jonah took a step toward his bedroom.
“Let me just get some clothes on.”
“Why?”
“What do you mean, why?”
“Will it make you more comfortable?”
Yes,Jonah thought, but that wasn’t it.
“I would be more comfortable if you were wearing nothing at all,” Rafe said like he could hear what Jonah was thinking. “And I brought you something that will require you to be wearing even less than what you currently are.”
He held up the bag. Jonah huffed and took a step closer. “Fine. What did you get me?”
Rafe clicked his tongue against his teeth, but his eyes were sparkling. “That’s no way to ask, pretty boy.”
Jonah moved closer. Rafe uncrossed his legs and Jonah stepped between them. He reached for the towel but then decided against it.
When he dropped to his knees, Rafe sucked in a sharp breath. Gold circled his iris.
“What did you get me?”
“My treasure,” Rafe murmured and leaned forward and kissed him. His hand held the back of Jonah’s head, keeping him in place as he swept his tongue through Jonah’s mouth. Jonah groaned when his tongue went deeper than it should, his cock twitching beneath the towel despite the very thorough orgasm he’d given himself already.
