They were filled with tears as he studied Jonathon. “You are exactly as I remember you.”
“Am I?” Jonathon looked down at himself.
Leo now understood that Jonathon rarely considered his body beyond the way it fit into a particular outfit on a given day. Jonathon admitted he was self-conscious about how lean and “unremarkable” his frame was, compared to Leo’s. But he was absolutely perfect for being carried and cuddled and fucked while seated on Leo’s lap.
“I guess I haven’t changed all that much,” Jonathon murmured and his face turned red.
“Shhh!” Leo cupped Jonathon’s cheek and found his eyes. “You will. I noticed that time began to catch up with me rather quickly after I turned thirty. And I will love every change and feel blessed to be here with you to witness it. No matter what, you will always be perfect to me.” They kissed and Leo hummed in approval as he sucked on Jonathon’s lip, then traced it with his tongue. “I dreamt of this part,” he whispered and angled his head so he could kiss along Jonathon’s jaw to his earlobe. “And this…” he gave it a quick tug with his teeth, making Jonathon shiver before leaving a trail of kisses down his neck. Leo bit and blew softly before he sucked hard, making Jonathon’s eyes cross.
“Tell me more. Later,” he said, trying to get his arms around Leo and pull him onto the bed, but he was spun and thrown onto his chest.
“Now.” Leo dragged a knuckle down Jonathon’s spine, growling in approval as he kneaded an asscheek. Jonathon grabbed hold of the edge of the mattress as Leo lowered. They both knew what was coming and it would be heavenly. “You’re so bright and graceful, like touching a star and you taste?—”
“Stop it!” Jonathon giggled breathlessly and swallowed a loud moan as Leo’s tongue swept over his puckered flesh.
“Oh, Gott… The way you taste.”
Leo stopped talking after that, using his lips, tongue, and fingers to show Jonathon just how much he still adored his body.
Meanwhile, Jonathon whimpered and writhed as Leo thoroughly fingered and rimmed him. “Fuck! Only you know how to do that to me, Leo,” Jonathon panted, his cheek dragging on the duvet. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Leo! I need you to fuck me.”
“Lass dich fallen,” Leo commanded gently. “Ich will dich hören.” He wanted to hear Jonathon let go and fly high, then hold him tight, tight, tight, and fill him. Consume him.
“Please!” Jonathon cried as Leo stroked his prostate, seeking his release. “Leo!” Jonathon came, crisp and tart on Leo’s tongue, but his ecstasy was brief. Jonathon twisted and wiggled, attempting to pull Leo up and get under him. “Please, please, please! I need you!”
Leo fought to maintain his control as he turned and rolled them so that Jonathon was on top. “Reite mich,” Leo ordered before pulling Jonathon onto his cock. “Jetzt,” he said and guided Jonathon up and back. His hand slid around Jonathon’s throat, tender at first, as Leo strummed and shushed. “Like this?” he asked, thrilling at the wild anticipation thrumming in his veins as Leo sensed that he had finally returned to his sanctuary. Here, Leo could be as demanding and strict as he wanted.
“Yes! Please, sir!” Jonathon begged and Leo’s cock jumped, pulsing and making them slicker and hotter.
Leo’s hand tightened, reigniting desires that had gone dormant and making him burn even hotter. “Still mine,” he growled as he bucked off the bed, making Jonathon moan and yelp deliriously. He was stretched so tight and every slide of Leo’s shaft matched Jonathon’s lustful whimpers. Leo commanded him to let go and Jonathon’s eyes rolled and his body jerked as he came again.
“So gut,” Leo murmured, licking cum from his fingers as he held Jonathon by the throat. He gathered every drop from Jonathon’s stomach and thighs, then flipped him onto his back again. “Mine.” He dove into Jonathon’s mouth and body, gripping his ass tight as Leo rolled his hips, hard and swift. Leo sucked and licked blindly, drunk on the scent of Jonathon’s breath, their hot, sweating bodies, and the taste of his cum.
“Yes! Yours!” Jonathon clutched at his head and shoulder, his feet were hooked under Leo’s ass. “Reclaim me, sir. Make me yours again.”
“Yes!” Leo’s lips covered Jonathon’s and his kiss was ruthless and possessive, his hips pumping harder and deeper with every grinding thrust. “Mine! My Jonathon!” he shouted as he slammed forward and heat flooded Jonathon’s ass. “Mine!” Leo rasped, crying as he cradled Jonathon’s face and sucked on his tongue and lips. He stayed deep, lingering and showering Jonathon’s face in kisses. “My Jonathon,” he said softly, over and over again.
“Yes and forever, this time,” Jonathon whispered and tightened his arms and legs around Leo, making him chuckle and hum in agreement.
“I will never part with you again, mein Süßer.”
“Can we stay like this forever?” Jonathon asked dreamily but Leo shook his head, sliding out and sitting back on his heels.
He hauled Jonathon upright by his wrists and kissed the left one. “I want to feed you, and take a long, hot bath with you, and then I want to use that sweet mouth of yours.”
A loopy, crooked smile spread across said mouth as Jonathon offered his lips. “That sounds even better, sir. Make sure there’s plenty of champagne.”
“Anything you wish, mein Liebster. And later, we can tell your aunt and pack all your things for Austria.”
Jonathon cleared his throat and offered Leo a sheepish smile. “You know Muriel’s coming with me wherever I go, right? She’s my best friend and she’s taken care of me long enough. It’s my turn to look after her.”
“I wouldn’t dream of separating the two of you and I am very fond of your aunt.”
That got a hard snort out of Jonathon, but he was smiling. “We’ll see, but thank you for understanding.”
“I’m looking forward to it,” Leo said and hummed contentedly as he held Jonathon tighter. “I could be very happy, I think, looking after you while you paint and keeping that meddlesome aunt of yours out of trouble.”
Jonathan chuckled softly as he snuggled closer. “Now, I know we were made for each other because you might be the only man on the planet who’d happily sign up for that.”