Page 23 of Jonathon, After All

“We’re good,” Jonathon declared as he grabbed Leo’s cheek and pulled him back in for another kiss. “We don’t need them,” he whispered against Leo’s lips, inviting him to take and do whatever he pleased.

“Jonathon…” Leo chanted his name like it was sacred, kissing it onto his eyelids and across his brow and cheeks. “Jonathon, Jonathon, Jonathon…” They paused for a moment so Leo could find the lube and he was too gentle, caressing and carefully exploring Jonathon with slick, trembling fingers. “You’re so tight. You’ll tell me if I go too fast or I hurt you?” He was so earnest as he guided the head of his cock to Jonathon’s hole and gave just the slightest of nudges.

Jonathon bit his lip, nodding quickly. “I’ll tell you,” he said, his fingertips digging into Leo’s shoulders, silently urging him to just go for it and get it over with already.

“Verdammt!” Leo hissed as he slid deeper, slowly filling Jonathon with thick, slick heat. He was so large and Jonathon’s hole burned as it stretched around Leo’s shaft. “You’re so tight, mein Gott! Are you good? Is this how you like it?” he whispered in an awkward jumble but his hips pumped at a steady, shallow pace as he held himself up on his elbows.

“I… I don’t know what I like. You can do whatever you want to me,” Jonathon said bravely, but Leo halted and drew back.

“Why don’t you know?” he asked warily. “Is this how you usually prefer to be…taken,” he said with a pained grimace.

“The thing is…” Jonathon prayed this was one of those moments where telling the truth helped, and didn’t ruin everything. “I’ve never…before. So I don’t know how I prefer it.”

“Jonathon!” This time, his name came out as a strained shriek as Leo pulled out, rose and scrubbed his face with his hands. “What have I done?”

“No! You stop that right now!” Jonathon ordered as he got up on his knees and lunged at Leo, pushing him onto his back. “Look at me,” he demanded, throwing a leg over Leo’s waist and straddling him. “I am not a virgin,” he said clearly and captured Leo’s face so he couldn’t look away.

“You’ve done this with a man before?” he verified but Jonathon wrinkled his nose and shook his head. “Out!” Leo said as he tried to roll them.

“No!” Jonathon braced his hands on Leo’s shoulders and dug in with his knees, refusing to budge. “I’ve…done things with boys my age,” he began, earning a flat look from Leo and Jonathon returned it with a notched brow. “I dare you to tell me you were a man at twenty.”

“Fine,” Leo conceded tightly. “What things have you done with these boys?” he asked, his tone clipped, but Jonathon felt Leo’s cock jump against his thigh.

“Well…” Jonathon scraped his teeth over his lip, pretending to consider and bucking his hips and grinding against Leo’s hard-on. “I’ve made out with a few guys and I gave a hot nerd in my psych class a handjob in the library back in November.”

Leo’s eyes widened. “That’s it?” He tried to roll them again but Jonathon kept him pinned, smiling as he lowered and pecked at Leo’s lips.

“They bored me and I got tired of waiting for someone special to come along so I ordered some toys. I don’t have anything as big as you but I believe in myself and my ability to adapt to any challenge,” he said with a salute and a jaunty wink, making Leo gasp and laugh.

“You do have a remarkable ability to adapt,” he agreed as he twisted his fingers in Jonathon’s hair and pulled him close for a slow, clinging kiss. “You should have saved this for someone special. Your first time should have been magical,” he complained but a cheeky smile tickled Jonathon’s lips, making them twitch.

“You’re pretty special, Leo, and I don’t think a lot of people can say that their first time was in a castle with an actual prince.”

“That is true…” Leo murmured distantly, his attention drifting down Jonathon’s body. Hands tightened around Jonathon’s ass before he was lifted.

“And this feels very magical,” Jonathon purred as he reached behind him and gripped Leo’s shaft. Once it was lined up, Jonathon sat back, taking Leo to the hilt. “Wow!” He pushed out a long, cleansing breath, giving his walls a moment to stretch and willing the muscles gripping Leo’s cock to unclench. “There!” he declared and gave Leo’s chest a pat when he was ready.

“Show me what you can do. Reit mich,” Leo said through clenched teeth. His hands were tight around Jonathon’s waist, stiffly guiding him as he began to rock back and forth.

The friction was divine, creating sparks of bright pleasure in Jonathon’s core. “I’ll show you,” he replied, smirking haughtily as if Leo had dared him. Jonathon planted his hands on the center of Leo’s chest, over his heart, and rose on his knees so he could set a faster, bouncing pace.

Leo whimpered something in German that Jonathon couldn’t make out. His touch was no longer gentle and reverent as his hands tightened around Jonathon’s throat and his thigh, holding him tight and still as Leo bucked off the bed.

“So beautiful! So good!” He growled the words as he filled every inch of Jonathon’s passage.

Jonathon couldn’t manage more than a delirious moan, his hands locked around Leo’s wrist as he rode each rolling thrust. The hand around Jonathon’s throat was so strong and secure as it restricted his blood flow, making him lightheaded and his limbs tingle.

“Do you like that?” Leo asked, releasing Jonathon’s neck so he could nod. The rush of air to his head and lungs caused Jonathon’s skin to explode in goosebumps as he came with a burst of giggles.

“Yes! I love it!” he cried euphorically, limp and shuddering as he fell forward. Leo caught him and rolled them, gathering Jonathon in his arms.

Leo’s teeth dug into the side of Jonathon’s neck before nipping his earlobe. “Tell me,” he commanded, sliding deep into Jonathon’s ass.

“Oh, fuck!” Jonathon said breathlessly as his head lolled. He was drunk with lust and giddy with delight, he felt so gloriously full of Leo and possessed by Leo. Leo was everything and Jonathon wanted nothing else but to belong to Leo. “I love it!” he sobbed, his arms and legs winding tight around Leo’s shoulders and waist, drawing him deeper and closer until he was all Jonathon could see, hear, and smell. He kissed Leo with feral abandon, sucking on his lips and tongue until he was all Jonathon could taste. “I’m yours! Do whatever you want with me!” he pleaded.

“Mine.” Leo twisted the hand in Jonathon’s hair, pulling tight. “Are you sure you want to be mine?”

Jonathon nodded, thrilling at the pain and pleasure skipping along his nerves and the pure joy he felt as Leo shed his polite, graceful manners and grew more possessive and demanding.

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