The thought would’ve frightened him if he’d had time to dwell on it, but as soon as it popped into his head, Jason’s mouth closed over the head of his cock, and his focus snapped elsewhere.
Pleasure, hot and sharp, danced up his spine, making his hands curl into fists and his breath catch. Jason sucked him deep, then drew back, slowly dragging his tongue along the underside of Daryl’s length. He did it again, and again, each time tracing patterns over Daryl’s lower belly with claw-tipped fingers. The slight sting felt good, but Daryl wanted more. Wanted to feel them sink into his skin, experience that intense spike of pain before his body healed.
Putting a hand over one of Jason’s, he pressed down until he got the message.
Fanning the fingers of his right hand, Jason sank his claws in and sucked Daryl’s cock hard enough to make him thrust up, hips leaving the bed as he cried out. Jason handled him like they’d been doing this for years, like he knew what Daryl wanted and how he wanted it. His hands held him tight, claws drawing out moans and soft whimpers Daryl hadn’t thought himself capable of, and his mouth pulled him to the edge of orgasm and kept him there.
Writhing on top of the quilt, Daryl clung on with his hands fisted in Jason’s hair, breaths coming sharp and fast as Jason stripped him of everything but the waves of pleasure coursing through him.
When he finally came, it felt as though all his tension, all his anxiety went with it, leaving him wrecked.
His hands fell to his side as Jason knelt up, hand already wrapped around his cock. Shoving Daryl’s legs apart, he shuffled forward in time for his head to fall back, mouth open, as he shot all
over Daryl’s belly and chest. Gripping onto his knee for support, Jason glanced down at him, smile slowly appearing as he got his breath back. “I thought it was about my turn.” He nodded at the mess he’d made and reached out to run a finger through it, rubbing it into Daryl’s skin.
They’d smell like each other for days.
The thought would usually annoy him, but much to his surprise, he felt . . . satisfied.
Jason tapped his finger on Daryl’s chest. “Hey, you okay?”
“Yeah, why?”
“Because you’re frowning.” He traced his thumb over Daryl’s nipple, then gave it a gentle pinch.
“And I’m pretty sure you shouldn’t be doing anything other than lying there enjoying the afterglow of a spectacular orgasm.”
It had the desired effect of chasing his frown away, and Daryl huffed out a laugh. “Meh. It was all right.”
Jason stretched out beside him, amusement back in his eyes. “Just all right?” He trailed his hand down to Daryl’s cock, stroking the pads of his fingers back and forth. “I guess I’ll have to try harder next time.” Daryl’s cock started to thicken up, and Jason wrapped his hand around it. “You up for another round?”
“Oh yeah.” He yawned, then grinned. “Maybe give me ten minutes, though.” Pulling Jason in for a kiss, Daryl smiled as he imagined the council members coming into their room to try and take either of them unawares.
No chance.
CHAPTER TWELVE
The second Daryl stirred into consciousness, he knew something was wrong.
After showering last night, they’d opted to sleep in their own beds, but even without opening his eyes, he sensed the one next to him was empty.
Fuck.
Maybe Jason was in the bathroom?
Daryl pushed down the rising anxiety and sat up. He could well be overreacting. The bathroom was soundproofed so—
The door stood wide open.
Empty.
Early morning light seeped through the gap in the corners, and when Daryl reached for his phone to check the time, he saw Jason’s lying next to it, a message displayed on the screen.
Please get dressed and come outside, we need you to be our prisoner for a few hours.
Do not alert anyone, and make every attempt possible to leave silently and unobserved.
Leave this message for Daryl to find.
