Chapter 35 #2
Jarryn growled his displeasure and shifted to reach across and take Leander’s hands, forcing them over his head and holding them there. “What a pretty position I have you in… shame I can’t keep you like this all night.” And his hands tightened around the demigod’s wrists as he went to work.
Glancing down, Jarryn caught both of Leander’s wrists in one hand and used his other to stroke Leander’s painful erection. From under lowered lids, he looked up and spoke in a soft growl. “Well now, that does look uncomfortable… perhaps you need some help?”
Fogged with desire as Leander’s mind was, he nodded mutely.
“Oh, Leander… I would never have imagined you as lost for words. If only I’d known all those months ago how to get you to shut up…”
Releasing Leander’s hands, Jarryn warned him, “If they move, there will be hell to pay,” and he snaked kissed all the way down Leander’s torso, maddeningly slowly, until he kissed his hardness before drawing his full length into his mouth.
As he sucked, Jarryn’s hand continued to roam Leander’s thighs and clutch at the supple skin, careful not to venture anywhere near the brand, as he increased his pace.
It became more and more of a challenge for Leander to keep his hands where they had been left. His attention was on what was happening south of his belly button, not north of his head, and they twitched every so often, but he was determined to obey the most recent, seemingly simple, command.
He had never been this… this open, this driven by sheer need.
And it was only because of Jarryn. No one else would ever elicit this reaction from him.
There was no pretence in Jarryn’s dominance, in his need to control Leander in this moment; it was innate and unwavering.
This was a side of Jarryn that Leander had never seen but had been craving for so long.
Jarryn exhaled it in every breath and word he spoke, it was written in every line on his smirking face.
It emanated from him every day, Leander had been blind to miss it.
No, he didn’t wear his sensual authority and confidence like a costume—it was woven into his very being, an intrinsic part of him.
The instinct to submit was near undeniable; he couldn’t fucking not surrender to Jarryn tonight.
Leander’s notes of pleasure and the thrust of his hips caused Jarryn to work harder, faster, deeper. But the burning desire to be pleasured was only overcome by his desire to pleasure the man on top of him.
Only when Leander’s moans had become nearly frantic did Jarryn stop. He slowly drew his mouth away with one last, lingering lick.
“Enjoying ourselves, are we?” It would have been mischievous, save for the utterly visceral way in which he spoke.
“I… yes. More. Please.”
Jarryn was well aware of the impact he was having.
“I love how I can reduce your extensive vocabulary down to a few broken and slow sentences when treated like this.” His voice was a low and breathy growl.
It was more than a little clear that his own arousal was painfully evident as it strained against his breeches.
Leander moved to help but Jarryn stopped him. “Nuh uh. What did I tell you about those hands?”
He stopped. Jarryn smiled, his expression making very clear just how much he was enjoying the control he had over the other man. Only then did Jarryn indicate with the swift movement of two fingers that Leander could assist .
The demigod scrambled to sit and then reach down to release Jarryn’s cock, which sprang loose to attention.
He was prepared to lean down and provide the same service Jarryn had given him but the prince stopped him. “I don’t think so, little lion. Turn over.”
Their eyes met for a brief moment and Leander saw that Jarryn was near mad with his own lust and hunger.
He did as requested.
Jarryn’s hands never left his thighs as he did so, moving with him and positioning his prostrate form in front of him, ready and willing.
“Have you done this before, Leander?” he asked softly and smiled as the demigod nodded fervently.
“Are you telling me the truth?” Another nod.
“Then let’s see how ready you are for me. ”
With oil-slicked fingers, Jarryn rimmed the edge of Leander’s hole, maddeningly slowly, until Leander bucked his hips backwards in disapproval of the time it was taking Jarryn to enter him.
“Oh? Is that how you’re going to play this game, Leander? Would it be easier for me to strap you down and take you at my leisure?”
Leander whined.
“No? Then you will accept what I give, when I give it, without complaint.”
Suddenly, two fingers were thrust inside him and Leander gasped in surprise.
“That’s it, Leo, good boy,” Jarryn praised as he gently thrust them in and out, preparing the helpless demigod who had been reduced now to mere sounds of pleasure.
For a time Jarryn continued his finger motions, adding more, taking them away, enjoying the sounds he was hearing from the prone boy in front of him.
Finally, he removed them and prepared his own length, gripping the boy’s hip as he positioned himself with his other hand. “Ready?” He pushed his throbbing cock inside Leander.
There was a cadence to his thrusts now, both seeking his own pleasure whilst ensuring Leander got his own.
Leander was a husk of himself, barely registering anything beyond the deep propulsion of Jarryn inside him. If the prince was speaking, the words were no longer heard in his mind, and he didn’t care.
Reaching a momentum they both could enjoy, Jarryn settled into a rhythm while rubbing hands along Leander’s back and repeatedly pulling him back towards him as he edged closer and closer to climax.
When Jarryn came, in his final few thrusts, it was like an explosion. Leander trembled as his breathing also quickened, finding release at the exact same moment, just as Jarryn claimed Leo for his own.
Breathing heavily, Jarryn pumped the last of his seed inside Leander, his hands tightly gripping the demigod’s hips. When he removed them, he saw marks from his nails and smiled, fingers lightly tracing the imprints.
Afterwards, they lay entwined beneath the blankets, their breathing slowly returning to a gentler cadence. Jarryn brushed a strand of hair from Leander’s face, while Leander traced circles on Jarryn’s chest with gentle fingertips.
“I love you,” Leander murmured, the words carrying the weight of their shared experience .
Jarryn smiled lazily, and Leander had the distinct impression that the vague smile was a direct result of the frenzied orgasm he had just enjoyed. “And I love you, the stars as my witness...”
“Do you really see a future? For us?” Leander asked tentatively.
“For as long as we have each other.”