Snickering, Jonah relaxed again. Emmett tucked his face into the crook of Jonah’s neck, breathing in his favorite scents. It was when that hint of arousal tinged the air that Emmett came up with an idea to make Jonah feel better. He sniffed him again, making a disgruntled sound before saying, “Four days was too long. You don’t smell like me anymore.”
The scent of arousal grew, and Jonah sounded a little breathy when he said, “Well, maybe you should fix that…”
Emmett grinned. He loved that Jonah was on the same wavelength he was. “Sounds like a good idea to me. Get in the truck, Jonah. I need to muss you up a little.”
He nudged and pushed the adorable man into the back seat of his truck, setting the coffee in the cupholder up front. Then he dragged Jonah into his lap, licking up his neck and nibbling a little just to hear him moan.
“If you… leave a hickey… I’m gonna be pissed…” Jonah panted.
Chuckling, Emmett moved to his ear, nipping lightly at the lobe. “No marks, I promise.”
That would edge on mate territory, and while the idea made his cock twitch, he didn’t think Jonah was his mate. At least… he didn’t think so. He’d never asked how other werewolves knew. He just assumed when he met his mate, he’d know. Maybe by scent or something. If Jonah was his mate, he wouldn’t be opposed…
To distract himself from that train of thought, he cupped Jonah’s ass, dragging him closer to grind their cocks together. It made kissing harder, snouts were sometimes inconvenient, but Jonah didn’t seem to mind, if his moans were anything to go by.
“I thought–” Jonah gasped, rolling his hips in a way that let Emmett know they’d found the perfect amount of friction for him. “Oh gods, that feels good.”
It did for Emmett, too. He knew he needed to switch things up or they were both going to make a mess of their pants, but he couldn’t make himself stop. It felt too good to slow down.
“You thought what?” he growled into Jonah’s ear, returning to licking his neck just because he couldn’t help himself. His fake boyfriend was a tasty snack.
“I thought we were just going to fool around. If you don’t stop…”
It was a warning as much as a question, one that only made Emmett want more. His grip tightened on Jonah’s ass, and their grinding pace picked up as he urged the man on.
“That was the plan…” he panted. “Changed my mind.”
Jonah’s moan said he wasn’t mad, but he did slow their movements, reaching between them to undo Emmett’s buckle. “You said it works better if you come on me, right?”
“Oh gods…” Emmett’s eyes nearly rolled back into his head at that filthy question. Why was this human so damn sexy?
The second their cocks were out and Emmett felt that first brush of skin on skin, he lost his cool a little. He growled out a feral sound, wrapping his fist around them both and stroking hard and fast.
“Oh, fuck!” Jonah cried out, thrusting into Emmett’s fist. “Are you… How are you lubed up already?”
His laugh was strained, and it was hard to find enough brain cells to rub together to explain when he was that delirious with pleasure. “It’s–Ungh, fuck. It’s called slick. It’s– Oh shit shit shit, I’ll explain later, keep going, keep going!”
He felt his balls draw up tight, his hips moving mindlessly as he threw his head back. The little minx in his lap had reached between them to touch his knot, and it was all Emmett could do not to come immediately. He felt Jonah shove his shirt up, his free hand holding his own shirt out of the way. He was smarter than Emmett was. All Emmett felt able to do was hold on for the ride.
The mental image of Jonah riding him, of his ass squeezing his knot instead of his hand, was all he needed to lose it completely. He came with a shout, hips bucking as he came all over his chest and belly. Jonah was quick to follow him, and when his release landed on Emmett, another wave of pleasure crashed into him and he moaned helplessly in response.
Slumping in the seat, he fought for breath, practically melting when Jonah started petting him.
“I think we messed up,” Jonah chuckled.
Emmett’s eyes opened, and he frowned at the man in his lap. “What do you mean?”
Jonah gestured to Emmett’s chest, raising an eyebrow at him. “Kind of seems like we marked you, not me.”
Dropping his gaze to the mess on his chest, he felt his cock stir at the thought of Jonah scent marking him. That was hot. He had a point, though. While Jonah probably smelled enoughlike him that no one would question it, if they wanted it to last, he needed to go another round. He grinned wickedly, only to be stopped by Jonah pointing a stern finger at him.
“Nope. I’m not going to be late because you messed up. It’s lucky I got here early this morning, or we wouldn’t have had time for this at all.”
Emmett pouted, then perked back up when he remembered his morning efforts. “Guess I’ll just have to visit you more often today. If they see me around smelling like you, they’ll just assume you’re the dominant one in the relationship.”
Jonah flushed bright red at the thought, which made Emmett laugh. He shook off the embarrassment, giving Emmett a smirk. “I don’t know. I feel like I could go either way. What about you?”
His cock twitched and started to swell at the thought of Jonah dominating him, and Jonah definitely noticed if the smug look was anything to go by.
