Chapter Five
Jonah was pressed against Damon when he woke. He remembered Damon lifting him up, but it was all hazy, though part of him was glad he didn’t remember the trip they’d apparently taken to get back here.
He lifted his head, noting they were in the same room he’d been in with Finley the week before. Damon was sleeping, still partly transformed, and he looked almost peaceful, a contrast to the dull ache in Jonah’s…
Well, all of him.
Not that he hurt as much as he thought he should. Carefully, he climbed out of bed and padded through into the bathroom. Bruises in the shape of fingertips stood out starkly on his hips and thighs, not to mention the ones Damon had sucked into his throat.
He heard the sheets move and shifted from foot to foot. He really didn’t hurt as much as he should, considering the monster of a dick he’d had inside him.
Jonah stuck his head out of the bathroom and Damon met his glare with a raised eyebrow. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?” Damon replied. His voice was rough from sleep and Jonah tried to ignore the way his stomach flipped at the sound.
“I mean, how the fuck can I walk?”
Damon snorted, and a little pride shimmered in his eyes. Jonah rolled his own.
“Ez was cautious enough to order in supplies before we even really planned to invite a human in as a tester,” Damon supplied after a moment.
“Supplies?”
Damon shrugged. “I dunno. Magic salves, I guess.” His lips curved up in a smirk. “I can’t say it was a hardship to rub it in. You were moaning in your sleep.”
Jonah frowned and ducked back into the bathroom. “Yeah, right,” he muttered before he reached around and prodded at his hole gingerly. A little sore, but nothing that bad.
“Are you coming back out here, or what?”
Had Damon showered him, too? Jonah was pretty sure he should be covered in dirt from the path and the grass, but all he had were the bruises on his knees – and the rest of him – to prove what they’d done.
Whatever. He walked back out into the bedroom, gratified when Damon’s dark gaze followed him as he crossed to the bed.
“I almost forgot the toy,” Damon said. It was sitting on the table next to the bed, and Jonah tilted his head as he looked at it before he turned his attention back to Damon.
“I never saw the one I was playing with before.”
Damon smirked. The sheets pooled at his waist, exposing his bare chest. God, he was just a wall of muscle. Jonah wanted to lick him all over.
“Your turn, pretty boy,” Damon said. “Take what you want.”
Jonah didn’t hesitate. He jumped onto the bed, straddling Damon’s thighs with a grin. Damon leaned back against the headboard, resting his arms behind his head.
Jonah tugged the sheet down. His eyes followed the trail of hair running down from Damon’s navel, down to his cock…
Fuck, he was huge. Hard, too, and when Jonah ran his fingers gently down the length of him, Damon hummed, shifting his thighs wider.
“You have something else to be doing,” he said.
Jonah looked at Damon from under his lashes. “It can wait.”
“Don’t let me stop you, then.”
Jonah grinned again, lifting Damon’s cock gently. He couldn’t quite fit his hand around its girth and his mouth watered as he ducked his head.
Damon grunted when Jonah licked over the head of his cock, tongue dipping into the slit to lap at his pre-cum. He sucked on it, trying to fit the bulge into his mouth, and Jonah could tell Damon was holding himself still from the way his thighs gently trembled.
He pulled off and looked up at Damon, stroking gently. Damon’s eyes were dark again, expression almost unreadable.
Jonah licked his lower lip, turning his expression coy. He wanted what he’d had earlier when Damon had used Jonah to get himself off. Usually, he had no problem taking what he wanted, but with Damon… He wanted Damon in charge. Just for a little while.
“I don’t think I can do it,” he said, still rubbing his thumb over the head of Damon’s cock. “It’s so big.”
“Come here.”
Damon grabbed Jonah’s waist as Jonah moved up his body, kissing him deeply once Jonah was straddling his hips.
“I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours once you’ve played with your new toy,” Damon said. “I’ll even choke you on it.”
Jonah whined. “Yes, please.”
“Get the toy, Jonah.”
Jonah leaned across and snagged the toy, as well as the lube next to it. He dropped the toy onto the bed when Damon bit up the length of his throat, and Jonah pressed the lube into his hand.
“Damon, please…”
“Such a needy brat,” Damon chided. He kissed Jonah again. His other hand moved from Jonah’s hip and Jonah grabbed his shoulders, grasping out a breath when slick fingers pressed against his hole.
“Think you can take two now?”
Jonah nodded. He groaned when Damon pushed two deep inside, his body opening up easily. Damon kissed him again, fucking him slowly open. Jonah rocked against him, reaching up with one hand to grab one of Damon’s horns. Damon growled against his mouth. His cock hardened as Damon stretched him wider.
When he got to four fingers, Jonah was bouncing back on them, noises spilling from his lips, needy and desperate.
“Damon, please, please, please…”
“You’re not going to give me a show?”
Jonah whined, glancing at the toy. He’d need to be on his back because there was no way he was going to be able to lower himself onto that thing on his own or—
“Fuck. Hold it steady.”
Damon grinned. He kissed Jonah again, and then they both shifted. Jonah was still straddling Damon’s thighs, but he’d spread them wider and was holding the toy inches from his cock.
Jonah grasped the tip and lowered himself down onto the bulbous silicone head. It didn’t have as much give as Damon’s cock, but he rocked his hips until it pushed inside, groaning as he filled himself with the toy’s length.
Damon growled at the sight of him, and Jonah felt himself flush.
“That’s it, pretty boy. Give me a show.”
Jonah rolled his hips and Damon didn’t move his hands, keeping the toy in place as Jonah fucked himself on it. The head of the toy kept brushing against his prostate and Jonah moaned loudly, body shaking with every pass.
He grabbed his own cock, spreading pre-cum along his length.
Maybe there was something else in whatever supplies Ez had ordered because Jonah didn’t know how he was so ready to cum again.
He could already feel it, balls tightening as pre-cum leaked onto his fingers and onto the bedspread between Damon’s thighs.
“Keep going,” Damon ground out. He leaned slightly forward, and Jonah whined, one hand clutching at Damon’s thigh. “Cum all over my cock.”
Jonah’s orgasm hit him like a freight train. He came with a cry, muscles fluttering around the toy as he took it deep again. Cum shot over Damon’s cock and heavy balls and Jonah saw Damon’s cock twitch like the feeling of it turned him on just like the sight of it had Jonah.
“Stay there,” Damon said. Jonah tipped his head back, trying to catch his breath.
Then he felt it. The toy in his arse was… growing? It was getting thicker, sure, stretching his hole and filling him until he cried out in surprise.
Damon chuckled. “You thought there wasn’t going to be a little surprise in there for you?”
“Wha – What?”
Damon let go of the toy and ran his hands over Jonah’s bare skin. “In this form, every time I cum, my cock swells. Takes a while for it to go down again and I can keep going and going… Helps keep my cum inside.”
Jonah’s cheeks felt like they were on fire. He hadn’t imagined it, at least.
“The toy?”
Damon shrugged. “Obviously, it can’t work quite the same way. Ez made it so that when the user cums, when all those muscles tighten, the toy will swell a little, filling them like my cock would. You have to turn it on, but you can turn it off again and it’ll go back down.”
“Fuck.” Jonah bit his lip. “How… big can it go?”
A mischievous grin crossed Damon’s face. “Ez never told me that.” He palmed Jonah’s thighs, fingertips teasing his cock. “That’s something we could find out. Later.”
“Later?”
“I said I’d choke you on my cock, remember?”
Jonah nodded eagerly. Neither of them made a move to remove the toy as Jonah lowered himself down so his face was level with Damon’s cock.
He licked along the length, tasting his cum and Damon’s flavour beneath. Damon seemed content to let Jonah clean him up, but when Jonah sucked on the head of his cock again, his hand dropped to tangle in Jonah’s hair.
“Open your mouth wide,” Damon said. “Tap my thigh twice if you need me to let up.”
Jonah licked his lips and nodded. His tongue darted out one final time before he opened up, mouth a hair’s breadth from Damon’s cock.
Damon fucked up gently and Jonah clenched around the toy in his arse as the head of Damon’s cock stretched his lips wide. Salt burst across his tongue and Jonah moaned.
Damon didn’t seem to care that Jonah couldn’t take all of him. He fucked up fast, and when Jonah stroked the base of Damon’s cock, he moaned, the grip on Jonah’s hair tightening.
Jonah relaxed his jaw more, closing his eyes. When the head of Damon’s cock finally pushed past his lips, he groaned. His arse squeezed around the toy, and he was certain it swelled again, pressing constantly against his prostate.
Damon fucked his throat relentlessly. Jonah sucked in a breath every time he pulled back, but his jaw ached, eyes streaming.
“Such a pretty little slut,” Damon cooed. He fucked back inside and groaned when Jonah made a choking sound, rolling his hips against the mattress. “Never met anyone so eager to choke themselves on my cock.”
Jonah whined, sucking in another breath when Damon pulled out, rubbing his cock against Jonah’s lips.
“Do you want to swallow my cum, or can I paint your pretty face?”
“Both,” Jonah managed. His voice came out rough. Damon’s expression darkened. He sat up and grabbed the base of the toy, pushing it in deeper. Jonah screamed, his cock twitching as he almost came.
“Open up again.”
Jonah did as he was told, and Damon shoved his cock inside. He fucked Jonah’s face hard, hips bucking upwards, and Jonah held onto Damon’s hips.
Spurts of cum shot down his throat and over his tongue as Damon pulled out. He groaned, jerking himself fast, and Jonah flinched as the first stripe of cum landed on his face.
The next painted his lips and Jonah’s tongue darted out for a taste as more cum landed on his cheek and chin. As Jonah watched, Damon’s cock thickened in his hand, just like he’d said.
Damon leaned back once he was done, breathing hard. He tipped his head back to look at the ceiling. Jonah licked his lips, reaching back to fuck himself with the toy as he tasted Damon.
“Get up here.”
Damon dragged Jonah up until he was straddling Damon’s hips again. They kissed, and Jonah rocked back when Damon fucked the toy in and out of him. He came with a quiet cry against Damon’s mouth, rubbing his cock against Damon’s hard abs.
The toy thickened again, and Jonah collapsed on Damon’s chest. He was breathing like he’d just run a marathon.
Damon stroked a hand down Jonah’s spine. He didn’t make a move to take the toy out, but it had stopped swelling, though Jonah could still feel Damon’s own hard cock nudging against him.
“Maybe later,” Damon said, laughing lightly. “Wouldn’t want to kill you before you get to the others.”
Never in his life had Jonah considered being fucked to death, but he thought Damon might be the one to take him there. God, he’d love every minute of it.
Jonah kissed the underside of Damon’s jaw. “Okay,” he said, voice coming out slightly slurred. “We should do a video later. Like with Finley.”
Damon grabbed Jonah’s arse, pulling him as close as they could be together. “By all means. We’ll get you some food first. I think I could make you cum five times before the toy’s too big for you.”
Jonah groaned. He needed to clean up, but he couldn’t bring himself to move. And the idea of it…
“You’re gonna be the death of me.”
“Gladly, pretty boy.”