Page 27 of Jonathon, After All

“Gott!” His lips smashed against Jonathon’s for a brutal kiss before Leo pushed him down onto his knees. “Open!” he ordered and shoved his cock into Jonathon’s mouth as soon as his lips parted.

Gleeful gurgles burst from Jonathon and his eyes rolled euphorically. No matter how rough Leo was, Jonathon wanted more. He moaned like a siren and licked and sucked more and more enthusiastically despite the tears and drool streaming down his cheeks and chin.

It was Leo who broke first and begged for mercy when he spied Jonathon fingering himself, one hand deep in the back of his unzipped jeans and an opened packet of lube by his knee.

“Enough!” Leo declared as he lifted Jonathon. Leo yanked down his jeans and turned Jonathon as they dropped into the armchair. It only took a moment of juggling before Jonathon was impaled and Leo was engulfed in slick, gripping heat.

“Oh, fuck!” Jonathon gulped as he arched in Leo’s arms. “You’re so deep!”

Leo was lost as his nose sifted through Jonathon’s hair, the fresh, clean scent intoxicating as their bodies fused in the cool darkness of their secret library sanctuary. “Ich will dich so richtig hart durchficken,” he whispered raggedly, earning a drunken nod from Jonathon.

“Yes, to whatever you just said,” he mumbled, then held onto the arms of the chair when Leo grabbed hold of his hips and lifted him.

“Have to. Fuck you. Hard,” Leo repeated through clenched teeth as he pulled Jonathon onto his cock and bucked his hips, making them both gasp and swear. He set a fast, bouncing pace, hypnotized by the muffled clap of Jonathon’s ass against his lap and it was bliss. Leo had never felt happier or lighter as he came, biting Jonathon’s shoulder to hold back a scream. And Leo felt like a king, holding a delirious Jonathon in his arms and licking their cum off his fingers. “Be careful what you wish for. I could get used to this,” he had warned Jonathon, only to receive a drowsy, sated purr.

“Anytime and anywhere, sir. I am yours to use in any way you wish,” he said, but Leo was the one who had been slain as Jonathon stroked his cheek lovingly. “How about this? I’ll wear something red, so you know to ‘stop’ and ask first, in case I’m not feeling…up to everything or I need a break. Otherwise, do whatever you wish.”

“Anything?” Leo verified and was tempted to ask if pinching was an option because he was sure he was dreaming.

But Jonathon was true to his word and he never wore red. He obediently dropped to his knees or produced a packet of lube whenever Leo needed him.

“Ich will dich! Jetzt!” he said whenever he passed Jonathon in a hallway, the library, or the tower stairwell, too overcome with lust to think straight.

A bemused “Here?” was Jonathon’s only response as Leo spun him and pushed him up against a stone wall or bent him over the back of a sofa.

“Here,” he would growl in Jonathon’s ear like a barbarian as he took him hard and quick on the stairs.

What had initially begun as a month of boredom and isolation had turned into the most peaceful and decadently sensual period of Leo’s life. But those weeks were also the happiest and most fulfilling and they were the only time Leo felt understood and like he mattered to someone. Not the Leo who was responsible for three younger brothers or the Leo who would be Margrave, but the man within Leo.

Jonathon saw past the title, the glamor, and the wealth and found the man Leo hid from the rest of the world. In the safety and privacy of Leo’s suite, he could let down his guard with Jonathon. They explored, shared, and confessed their wildest and silliest secrets and they were real. The sex was phenomenal but it was the intimacy and freedom that Leo cherished most.

“Do you believe in fairy tales?” Jonathon had looked like pure temptation, lounging naked in Leo’s bed with their book.

He read to Jonathon every night. First in German, then translating into English because Jonathon wanted to learn. “Of course, I believe,” Leo had replied while pouring a glass of champagne for them to share. “I found a magical creature in my bed, didn’t I?”

“Stop it.” Jonathon rolled his eyes, scooting over as Leo lowered onto the bed and put an arm around him.

“You are magical,” he insisted, kissing Jonathon’s hair. “And much of my life has seemed like a fairy tale, in the best and worst ways.”

“Because you’re going to be Margrave?”

Leo shook his head. “Time will tell, but that could be one of the worst parts. I could be the worst,” he chuckled wryly.

“You really don’t want it, do you?” Jonathon leaned back in Leo’s arms, frowning at him. “Why didn’t you tell Max?”

The thought of Theo as Margrave tickled and horrified Leo. “I didn’t want my brother to carry that burden. Theo is…” He took a few sips of champagne, using the moment to steady himself. “I wouldn’t have been able to handle a whole month here if Theo wasn’t looking after Matteo and Elio. It’s better now that I have you, of course,” he said while rubbing his cheek against Jonathon’s hair. “But he’s always been my rock and he is the better version of me.”

“What?” Jonathon laughed and shook his head. “You are literally the perfect man!” he said, making Leo shush him.

“I am not, but maybe I misspoke or that wasn’t the right word. Theo and I could be twins, I’m only a year older and we both look like our mother. He got my father’s charm and sense of humor, though. All of it,” Leo added with a shake of his head. “And most of my mother’s as well. He’s always been a tiny bit smarter and nothing ever upsets Theo, he’s always cool and knows exactly what to do. He would have made an excellent margrave but I’m glad I was born first.”

Jonathon frowned as he chewed on a thumbnail. “Why? And why don’t you let him, if he’d be so good at it and you don’t want to?”

“Stop it,” Leo said softly and took Jonathon’s hand so he couldn’t bite his nails. “I saw what it did to Max and I knew Ella. My brother is a romantic like my father was and a rebel when it comes to helping others. The Foundation would stomp out every bit of that and I want Theo to be free to love like our parents.”

“You don’t want to fall in love like them?” The furrow in Jonathon’s brow deepened with concern.

“It wasn’t a matter of not wanting, but a matter of what I stood to gain and am I even capable? Do I have the capacity to love the way my parents did?” Leo said with an apologetic cringe. “We weren’t poor by any means, but we did not live like the rest of the von Hessens. While it was never publicly acknowledged, my father had been quietly disowned because he married a commoner. And she was an Italian, to make matters worse,” Leo said dramatically, making Jonathon snort.

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