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“Shh, that’s it, Jo,” Derek crooned, pressing kisses along Jonas’ shaft. “Slowly now … it’s been so long.”
“So long,” Jonas’ echoed. “So long, Derek. There hasn’t been anyone but you. No one has been inside me but you.”
Derek’s cock throbbed at Jonas’ admission, even though deep down he had already known the truth. Still, hearing Jonas say it aloud sent fierce possessiveness through him, hot and potent.
“The oil,” Derek said. “On the bedside table, there.”
Jonas handed him the oil, and Derek yanked out the glass stopper with his teeth. The cool trickle of the oil coated his fingers and Jonas’ hole, easing his way even more. Derek searched for the hidden nub of Jonas’ pleasure, stroking it with his fingers while gripping Jonas’ cock with his other hand and slowly stroking it from base to tip.
Jonas shook beneath him, thrusting his hips as droplets of seed leaked down Derek’s knuckles. “Derek, I … I’m going to come. You have to stop, or I’ll … I want you inside me.”
Derek squeezed his eyes shut, certain he would climax before he could even manage the feat. The hot clench of Jonas around his fingers had him aching in his breeches, desperate to connect their bodies in the most primal of ways.
“Are you certain you are ready?” Derek asked, even while tentatively testing Jonas with a third finger. “It has been such a long time.”
Jonas winced at the invasion of the third finger, but nodded his consent, spreading his legs and pulling his knees up toward his chest to let Derek in. He couldn’t wait another moment to claim Jonas as his own again. Crouching between Jonas’ legs, Derek tore at his fall while continuing to push his fingers as deep into Jonas as he could reach, wanting him ready for the invasion to come.
Breeches pushed down to his thighs, Derek pulled his fingers free of Jonas and applied another liberal trickle of oil. He slathered his cock with it, groaning at the slide of his own hand up and down his shaft as he ensured he was adequately primed. Falling between Jonas’ thighs, Derek eased a heavy leg back over his shoulder and guided his prick toward the ready opening. Jonas clung to him, pulling Derek down until they lay chest to chest, mouth to mouth. Jonas drank from his mouth with hungry kisses, then gasped against Derek’s lips when the head of his cock gained entry.
“Oh, God,” Derek choked out, hardly able to breathe from the intensity of the pleasure gripping him. “You feel so good, Jo. So tight.”
He buried his head in Jonas’ neck, pressing soft kisses to his throat while pushing in carefully, gaining another inch and then another. Jonas’ body clutched at him as if desperate to keep him deep. Derek took Jonas’ other leg over his shoulder and held him down, easing the rest of his cock inside. He went perfectly still, resting his entire length inside of Jonas and giving him the time to grow accustomed.
“All right?” Derek asked, staring down into Jonas’ eyes, which glimmered with unshed tears. He nearly pulled away, afraid he had hurt Jonas.
“Yes,” Jonas cried out, clutching the back of Derek’s neck with one heavy hand. “Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Take me, Derek. I want all of you.”
With a desperate groan of surrender, Derek gave in. He withdrew until only his head remained inside and then plunged deep, his thighs slapping against Jonas’ arse. Jonas pulled Derek in until their foreheads touched, and their eyes burned into one another’s as they came together. Derek took him with slow, deep strokes, using his grip on Jonas’ thighs to propel him into each thrust. Their bodies collided and separated, over and over, the burning friction sending them both higher and higher toward the peak of release.
Derek struggled for every breath he took, the pleasure gripping him so tightly and fiercely that the edge of his vision went hazy. All he could see was Jonas lying beneath him, lips parted on moans of ecstasy, chest heaving with labored breaths. Jonas kissed him fervently, first his mouth and then his jaw and his neck. Derek growled through clenched teeth when Jonas’ teeth scraped the tender cords of his neck, the prick of pain exacerbating the urgency of the climax drawing nearer with each passing second.
“Come with me, Jo,” Derek murmured, quickening his pace. “Come with me now … Fuck, I can’t hold it back any longer.”
Jonas seemed to need no additional prodding. He was already coming apart beneath Derek, his moans echoing from the walls and ceiling as Derek drove him into the mattress. The rhythm of his hips lost their precision and he rolled and pushed, searching for the deepest parts of Jonas in which to release his seed. Jonas spent with a hoarse cry, his cock jerking and spurting hot streams of seed against both their bellies. Derek was swift to follow, bottoming out inside of Jonas and releasing at nearly the same time. Derek rocked into Jonas for as long as he could bear the friction, pumping every ounce of his seed into Jonas’ body.
Once Jonas had gone still beneath him, Derek eased his way out of him and rolled onto his side. When he felt as if he had regained control of his legs, Derek left the bed and went behind Giles’s privacy screen, where he knew clean water and linens were always kept. He cleaned himself first, then brought a damp cloth to Jonas, who used it to wipe away the mess staining his lower belly. Then, Derek fell back into bed with Jonas, lying on his back and staring at the ceiling. They lay together in the dying light of the embers glowing in the hearth, their heavy breathing the only sound in the room. After a while, Jonas turned onto his side and pulled Derek into the shelter of his body. A light sheen of sweat and the tickle of Jonas’ hair met Derek’s back, and the strong pillars of Jonas’ thighs fell along his. Jonas’ flaccid cock pressed against his tailbone, and a heavy hand rested on his abdomen. Derek closed his eyes and reveled in the moment. He had never thought he would feel this again—Jonas’ body pressed close and his lips skimming soft kisses against Derek’s shoulder.
Jonas remained silent and still for so long that Derek thought he had fallen asleep. The sudden rumble of his voice was a shotgun blast in the stillness of the room.
“God, what a fool I have been, hiding myself away when I could have been here with you. So much time, wasted.”
Derek turned to face Jonas, wrapping an arm around his waist. “I would have waited for you forever.”
Jonas frowned, shaking his head. “You should not have been made to wait at all. I cannot express how sorry I am for—”
Derek cut him off with a swift kiss. “You are forgiven. Now, let us speak no longer of the past. You are here and I will never allow you to be away from me again. Do you understand?”
Jonas grinned and stretched like a cat in a patch of sunny grass. “What ifIam the one who is resolved to never letyouout ofmysight again?”
“All the better,” Derek replied, nuzzling into Jonas’ bare chest.
Jonas seemed on the verge of speaking again when the door of the room suddenly swung open. They shot upright on the bed, clinging to each other as Giles appeared on the threshold. A soft smirk twisted his pretty lips and amusement danced in his eyes as he raked his gaze over their nude bodies.
“Congratulations on what must have been a stunning reunion,” he drawled, leaning against the door frame. “Now, I must insist the two of you vacate my chambers at once. I have a regular client visiting in less than an hour and a maid will have to change the linens before he arrives. Oh, and might I suggest that in the future the two of you find someplace else for your assignations? Not that I do not enjoy the sight of youin flagrante delicto.”
Derek looked to Jonas, whose face had gone as red as an apple. He groped about the bed for whatever clothing he could reach and shoved the articles at Jonas, who used them to cover what small amount of his bulk could be concealed.
“Of course, Giles,” Derek said with a chuckle. “I thank you for your hospitality, but I will have no further use for it. Jo and I will find some other place … a place of our own.”
