Page 72 of Jonathon, After All

“He also knows where they keep the shovels,” Jonathon drawled and offered his arm. “I’ll walk you up. It has been a long day and you’re looking a touch peaked,” he said, frowning at her.

She swatted his arm. “Me? I’ve seen more color in a coffin, child. We’ll resume our walks after breakfast and lunch. You need more time in the sun.”

“Yes, Aunt Muriel,” he said, rolling his eyes and making Leo chuckle as he followed them up the stairs.

“Good evening, madam,” Leo said as he bowed over her hand, then left them to head upstairs to his and Jonathon’s wing.

Muriel had wished him a good evening and thanked Leo for the lovely trip—flying economy, trains, and buses aside—and for making them feel so welcome to his family and his home. She was far less grateful or graceful to Jonathon, needling him about the wedding and demanding he regale her new maid with all the gifts Leo had bought him and all the posh places he had taken them in Vienna.

Jonathon was in a snit when he strode into their room ten minutes later. “I’ve changed my mind. We’re sending her back to Manhattan,” he declared and peeled his coat off on the way to Leo’s closet. Jonathon’s was on the opposite side of the room but he knew Leo didn’t mind, he sounded thoroughly amused as he poured himself a scotch and chuckled.

“Already? It’s only been a week.”

It took Jonathon just moments to toe off his sneakers and strip. “She told her new maid to refer to me as the Archduchess,” he said, reappearing in nothing but one of Leo’s dressing robes and a black jockstrap. The robe was open and hung around his shoulders, dragging behind him.

He felt regal and irresistible but a loud cackle burst from Leo. “I would love to see the reaction that would get from the Foundation’s board. I say we let her run with it and see if it sticks,” he suggested and Jonathon mimicked him in a deep rumble.

“Muriel only runs when she’s wearing hose,” he informed Leo dryly, sauntering to him and reaching for the glass. “And we shouldn’t push our luck. The Foundation handled it rather well when they learned you were engaged, and returning to Austria with an elderly gorgon and an apricot poodle after your trip to New York.”

“Sabine has done her job, but it was a very eventful trip,” Leo said, pushing the robe down Jonathon’s arms. It slid and puddled at Jonathon’s feet and Leo’s head fell to the side as he stepped around the robe for a better look.

“Happy birthday by the way,” Jonathon murmured into the glass before taking a sip.

Leo hummed absently as he traced the curve of an asscheek, then stepped close so he could kiss Jonathon’s shoulder and lick the back of his neck. “Very happy. I finally have what I’ve always wanted: you,” he whispered into Jonathon’s hair.

The hand holding the glass extended and there was a thunk as it landed on the dresser. Jonathon reached up and slid his fingers through Leo’s hair. “And what do you want right now, sir?” he asked and tilted his head to the side, offering more of his neck.

Leo growled in delight as he licked, giving Jonathon goosebumps and making him shiver in anticipation. He adored Leo for openly loving him and treating him like an equal when anyone else was in the room, but Jonathon obediently handed over control when they were alone. After nearly a lifetime of feeling unwanted and being rejected by most decent men, Jonathan flourished under Leo’s thumb, glorying in his obsession and protective possessiveness.

And after a day of politely waiting, it was so good to see Leo shed his manners and simply take what he needed. He turned Jonathon, kissing him hard and growling.

“Auf die Knie,” he commanded, grabbing a rough handful of Jonathon’s hair.

He dropped to his knees immediately and efficiently dealt with Leo’s belt and fly. “Thank you, sir,” he said in a silky drawl that had Leo’s grip tightening and his eyes sparking with primal hunger. Jonathon cooed encouragingly as he freed Leo’s erection and covered it in long, greedy licks.

“Verdammte Scheiße!" Leo tightened his grip on Jonathon’s hair and forced his head back. His cock pushed past Jonathon’s lips and over his tongue, Leo bucking and grinding as he held on tight.

Jonathon used Leo’s belt to pull him closer, urging him on with strained grunts and moans. The pressure and burning in Jonathon’s esophagus was intense, but he could hear Leo unraveling as he mumbled pleas and compliments in broken German.

“Enough!” he eventually said, pulling Jonathon’s head back and forcing him up. He turned Jonathon and lifted him, striding to the bed and depositing him onto the mattress. It took just a moment to step out of his trousers and Jonathon had the lube ready as Leo crawled over him. “Show me what’s mine,” he commanded, nipping Jonathon’s shoulder and licking down his spine before sitting back on his heels.

“This is yours,” Jonathon said as he arched his back and gave his ass a little shake, tempting Leo.

“So beautiful.” Leo smacked the cheek on the left hard, making Jonathon yelp and gasp.

“Again! Please, sir!” His hands twisted in the velvet coverlet as Jonathon glanced over his shoulder, his gaze heavy with desire and devotion.

“Shhhh! Mein Süßer,” Leo crooned softly, caressing Jonathon’s asscheek before giving it another sharp slap. He bent so he could kiss it, then kissed the delicate, puckered flesh around Jonathon’s hole. “So süß,” he whispered lovingly and traced it with the tip of his tongue before sucking, causing it to flinch and quiver as Jonathon trembled and begged Leo’s name.

He fucked Jonathon with his tongue, eliciting a string of hoarse, wavering pleas until Leo held him down and fucked him senseless. After, Jonathon slipped from his arms to dash into the sitting room, returning a moment later with a heavy, ancient-looking tome he had found in the library.

“What’s this?” Leo asked, holding back the covers so Jonathon could curl up next to him.

“Grimms’ Tales.”

Leo frowned as he kissed Jonathon’s brow and allowed him to pick a story. “That would have been my last choice after what happened with the roses. I probably would have suggested something lighter—in topic and in size—just to be safe.”

“This is perfectly safe,” Jonathon said with an imperious sniff. “Although, it is missing Rapunzel. Seems all of those pages have vanished.”

---