“You would not,” Charlie agreed.
Jonathan gripped the back of Charlie’s head and crashed his mouth over his. He loved being able to kiss Charlie ferociously out in plain view of whomever might stumble across them. He loved the way he was able to tug Charlie’s shirt out of his trousers and off over his head, then unfasten Charlie’s trousers and push them down to reveal his boy’s beautiful body in the middle of an exposed courtyard.
“That is what I like to see,” he said, stroking his hands over Charlie’s sides and around to grip his arse.
Charlie surrendered completely to him in that scintillating way he had that was all trust and lust. It didn’t matter where they were. They could be standing in the middle of Trafalgar Square, and if Jonathan chose to strip Charlie naked in front of half of London, Charlie would let him.
“I suppose we have time for one more photograph,” Jonathan murmured near Charlie’s ear, then kissed its shell before raking his teeth across it.
Charlie shivered, which stirred Jonathan even more. He nudged Charlie back, and as Charlie splayed over the chaise, Jonathan raced to undo his trousers.
He did nothing more than freeing his cock and balls. He loved taking Charlie while he was fully clothed and Charlie was naked. It satisfied the urge deep within him to hold all the power. Those feelings were something he was still coming to terms with, but The Zagreus Den had been teaching him ways to harness that potency over the last few weeks.
He stretched himself over Charlie, humming happily as their bodies slid together. Charlie grew hard quickly, as usual, and opened himself for Jonathan to take in any way he wanted. Thatwas something The Zagreus Den was teaching Charlie to do as well.
“You never fail to ignite me,” Jonathan murmured as he kissed Charlie’s neck and shoulder, all while sliding his hands over his lover’s perfect body. “You are a daily temptation.”
Charlie tilted his head back and made a noise of such sinful acceptance that Jonathan sped up his plan for the two of them. He stroked Charlie’s cock a few times before sliding his hand down to caress his balls. He wanted more than that, though, and kept moving his hand until his fingertips teased Charlie’s tight hole.
“Let’s see if we can’t do something about this,” he said, pressing into the tight muscle for a moment before withdrawing his hand to reach for the jar on the table beside the chaise.
From the moment he’d received permission to set up a temporary studio in the courtyard garden on sunny days, Jonathan had made certain to always have something slippery on hand. He used it to prepare his photographic subjects, and he inevitably needed it himself when his work left him aching for release.
It was a blessing to have the jar ready for him to scoop out some of the slippery ointment so that he could use it to open Charlie up. Not that Charlie needed much encouragement to give himself over fully. Living as a submissive within the Den meant that Charlie was primed and ready to be used at any time, even though Jonathan was the only one who had any rights over him.
Charlie had taken to the ways of The Zagreus Den even faster than Jonathan and adored being free to live in an almost constant state of near-arousal. He sighed eagerly as Jonathan maneuvered him so that one ankle rested on the side of the chaise and the other on Jonathan’s shoulder. When Jonathanlined up and sank insistently into him, Charlie made the most delicious sounds of need Jonathan had ever heard.
It was heaven to be able to thrust with abandon into a man he loved in the middle of the afternoon, sunshine all around him. Wicked though it made Jonathan feel, it was even better when he realized the two of them were being observed.
That was another revelation Jonathan had had since moving into the Den. He rather liked to be watched when he was fucking Charlie and bringing him to climax. It made the whole thing sweeter.
He gave whoever was enjoying the show more to look at as he shifted position so he could stroke a slick hand around Charlie’s cock while hammering into him. There was no need to draw things out, so within minutes, Charlie strangled a cry and shot beautiful ribbons of cum across his belly and chest.
Jonathan let the tension and squeeze of Charlie’s body bring him to climax. He pulled out just as his orgasm began to consume him, gripped himself, and discharged himself all over Charlie’s beautiful body.
“Perfect,” he panted as his orgasm subsided. “You are the most perfect thing in the world.”
Charlie smiled, his body going limp with satisfaction. His skin glowed, and if Jonathan did not already have dozens of pictures of his beloved looking exactly like he did just then, he would have rushed back to his camera to capture another one.
He was not ready to be interrupted as he drank in the sight of his lover, but the footsteps that echoed off the stone of the courtyard as they came nearer told him he would have to enjoy a longer moment of intimacy with his boy some other time.
He stood, tucking himself back into his trousers and fastening them, before turning to find Brutus and Titus approaching. Jonathan’s good mood flattened considerably.
“Apologies for the interruption,” Titus said without a hint of bashfulness.
“Not at all,” Jonathan replied, though he actually did mind anything that took him away from Charlie.
“I see that this studio suits you,” Brutus said, grinning as he nodded to the staged area Jonathan had set up.
“The light is exquisite,” Jonathan said with a shrug. He was trying to like Brutus and Titus. Truly, he was. But unlike Charlie, he couldn’t bring himself to fully trust the brothers yet.
That changed slightly when Brutus said, “We thought you’d like to know that Lord Fabian has been found.”
Jonathan’s brow shot up. Behind him, Charlie scrambled off the chaise, reaching for a rag to clean himself.
“You’ve found him?” Jonathan asked. “Is he safe? Are you bringing him here?”
Brutus and Titus exchanged serious looks.
