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Jesse nodded again, swallowing curses, then inhaled sharply as Emory unzipped his hoodie. He pushed it off Jesse’s arms then leaned in to mouth his neck as he slid his hands inside Jesse’s T-shirt. Jesse closed his eyes, his shoulders aching as he forced himself not to move. They were so close, and yet the only contact between them was Emory’s mouth on his throat and hands running up his back.
“So warm,” Emory breathed against his skin. “So fragrant. So…colorful.”
He fought for control as Emory drew his T-shirt over his head and threw it aside. He trailed his fingers over Jesse’s tattoos, his gaze following the path his fingers made with hunger in his eyes.
“So many stories here,” he whispered. “I hope soon you’ll trust me with them.”
Jesse swallowed. Emory bit his earlobe. Jesse’s earring clicked against his teeth. He ran his hands up Jesse’s arms and down his chest. Jesse’s skin rippled in the wake of the touch. His throat was painfully tight, as were his jeans. Thankfully, Emory’s next move was to strip him entirely.
Jesse gasped with relief when his erection sprang free but then moaned in frustration when Emory didn’t touch it. He kissed him on the mouth, sweeping his tongue against Jesse’s. He inhaled as his hands skimmed Jesse’s chest, belly and the front of his thighs. Jesse keened in frustration, but Emory pricked his sharp fingernails against Jesse’s legs in warning.
“Patience,liebling,” he whispered, then stepped back to unbutton his shirt.
Jesse ached to touch him. But when he finally stood before him, naked and glowing in the firelight, all Emory did was hold his hand out. Jesse took it in and allowed himself to be led around the back of the sofa. Emory backed him against it, leaned into him and kissed him. Jesse sobbed to finally have some friction against his throbbing cock but then Emory was breaking the kiss and whispering in his ear.
“Turn around.” Jesse shivered with excitement and obeyed. “Hands on the back of the sofa.” Jesse gripped it tight. He stared into the fire, feeling Emory’s body draw close. “Don’t let go. Understand?”
Jesse nodded, crushing his eyes shut. Emory kissed the back of his neck and ran his hands down his back, over his arse, around his hips. Jesse fought a groan. Emory continued his hands’ slow, meandering exploration. He stepped close and Jesse felt the swelling flesh of his cock against his arse cheek. Jesse shivered. Sparking starlight began to gather under his balls.
Emory lifted Jesse’s right hand from the sofa. Emory bent it back then cool, slick liquid was squeezed into his hand. Emory pressed his mouth into Jesse’s hair.
“You’ll have to prepare yourself,” he whispered, the building heat in his voice sending sparks along Jesse’s nerves. “My nails mean I can’t. Make sure you do a thorough job. I’m watching.”
Jesse drew in a deep breath then reached back and plunged two fingers into himself, a cry strangling in his throat.
“Slower,” Emory ordered, squeezing Jesse’s other wrist as he fluttered kisses over his shoulders.
Jesse nodded stiffly and eased his fingers out and into himself, swallowing groans, the pleasure already almost overwhelming.
“Here,” Emory whispered, gripping the wrist of the hand half-buried inside Jesse. “I’ll help.” Emory guided a third of Jesse’s fingers inside him. Jesse couldn’t stop the choked sound that escaped him. The delicious stretch and the strength in Emory’s hold was too much. Emory moved Jesse’s fingers for him, in and out, so slow that Jesse wanted to scream. Emory’s breathing was deep and loud in his ear. The haemophile crushed Jesse’s legs against the sofa and the huge, hard cock was like steel against his arse.
Jesse swore under his breath, reaching deeper, trembling, but before he could reach release, Emory moved his hand back to the sofa. Jesse made a noise—half pleasure, half agony—then Emory was chuckling against his neck.
“Almost, my dear,” he whispered. “Almost.”
He then heard the click of a bottle lid and the sounds of Emory lubricating himself. He longed to watch, but the haemophile was kissing his neck, shoulders and down his spine and he was almost dizzy with it all. The fire blurred before his eyes. He felt the thick carpet under his feet, the sofa under his hands and the heat of the flames against his face. But none of it compared to the feel of Emory so close and the anticipation prickling beneath his skin.
“Permission to speak…” Jesse’s voice was tight.
“Go ahead,” Emory said as the sound of him lubricating himself continued.
“What about a johnny?”
Emory kissed his shoulders. “The Blood prevents us from carrying infection—or contracting it. I will fetch one, if you prefer…”
“No,” Jesse said hurriedly, his legs and arms aching as he held himself rigidly. “I want to feel you…all of you.”
Emory made a low noise of satisfaction and gripped Jesse’s hip. There was a blunt, hot pressure against Jesse’s entrance. He almost came right there but he sucked in air and fought himself back from the edge. His muscles were strung through with hot wire, but Emory didn’t move.
“Now, dearest,” he breathed into Jesse’s ear, “I’m about to fuck you within an inch of your life. But remember the lovely Tom is only a couple of floors away, so you are not to make a sound. Understand?”
Jesse nodded frantically, pushing back against the hard cock, but Emory tightened his grip, stilling him.
“There will be one exception to the no-noise rule,” Emory said. “If you want me to stop, you say so. Is that clear?”
Jesse made a pained noise in his throat, nodding again.
“I mean it, Jesse,” Emory said against his temple. “You must tell me if you need me to stop, or we can’t do this.”
