Theo repeated the curse, grinning roguishly when Jun gave him a sharp glance. “I’ve been paying attention. If you’d give me data access, I could learn Patch on my own time in a few days.”
Jun groaned good-naturedly, popping open the bottle with one hand as he gripped his hard length with the other. “That’s all I need, another language for you to talk my ears off with.”
Theo attempted a shrug in his bindings, accomplishing little more than scooting his shoulders up the pillow. “Well, if you don’t want me to talk, maybe you should give me something more interesting to do, Capt—ah!”
Jun nudged his slicked cock inside with one long, smooth, powerful thrust. Biting his lip, he dropped the bottle and hitched Theo’s legs higher on his hips. He bottomed out with a grunt, teeth bared like an animal.
Theo went a little wild beneath him, bucking and thrashing against his bindings. “Fuck! Untie me; I’ve got to touch you.”
Those bared teeth flashed white and sharp as Jun shook the hair out of his face and adjusted his knees on the bed for leverage. The muscles of his abdomen flexed, ink rolling over the skin in undulating waves. “Not yet. I want you to beg first.”
Jun gave him one hard thrust, and then another, until he had built up a brutal rhythm that set Theo’s teeth rattling and his heart racing. He started begging in every language he knew, which only seemed to encourage Jun to go faster and harder until the obscene slap of their flesh filled the room.
Theo frantically tugged against the ribbons, wincing as they started to cut into his wrists.
Slowing to a stop, Jun shushed him while he stroked his hands up Theo’s arms. “Shit, you’re gonna hurt yourself. Here, let me just—”
He untangled Theo’s hands from the ribbons and brought his wrists down to rest on Theo’s chest between them. Jun rubbed at his arms and kissed the pinkened skin of his wrists in silent apology, then murmured into the marks, “Sorry, baby. Should’ve let you go, but you looked so good. I’ll do a better tie next time, so you won’t hurt yourself.”
Next time.
The words sparked a chain of small explosions in Theo’s chest, culminating in a flash fire that spread all over his body until he was nothing but flames in Jun’s embrace.
He fisted Jun’s hair in one hand as he trailed his nails down his back with the other, scoring the lines of ink with his own signature. Jun hissed Theo’s name and bucked his hips, eyes reflecting the fire inside of Theo even as his hands remained gentle and sweet along his ribs.
Theo urged Jun down onto his elbows, lifting his hips to rub his leaking cock against the straining muscle of Jun’s stomach with every thrust. “Jun. you’re so—I want—”
He shut his mouth against unwanted words, biting them back with clenched teeth. Heavy, painful words he knew he couldn’t say. Words that would undoubtedly prove unwelcome, since Theo’s love and affection, once earned, was unrelenting.
Stifling—as it had been described before. Things Jun did not want from a casual liaison such as this.
Better to keep it to himself.
Their lips brushed, softly, unconsciously. Less than a kiss but more than nothing.
It wasn’t nothing.
Theo’s breath caught in his throat, lips trembling as he tightened his neck muscles against the urge to reach up for more. He clenched his hands over Jun’s shoulders, nails digging in.
Jun pushed in hard, frozen in place as he watched Theo with an expression so open it seemed like it hurt. He took one ragged breath, then pulled out to flip Theo over onto his stomach. Jun then worked his way back in with short, smooth thrusts, picking up the pace.
His lips brushed over the nape of Theo’s neck, mouth open and panting with punched-out grunts and softer sounds, whispered low.
His hands glided down Theo’s arms to circle his wrists and brought Theo’s hands up onto the pillow beside his head. Jun dug his elbows into the mattress and laced their fingers together.
That wasn’t nothing either.
Carefully, tremulously, Theo stroked his thumb across Jun’s knuckles where they interlaced with his own, and Jun gasped, hips stuttering.
Then, just as slowly, just as carefully, Jun began to kiss Theo’s neck. Blatantly, unmistakably kissing him until Theo’s own lips ached with envy.
Jun unlaced their fingers on one hand and dropped his to stroke Theo’s cock in time with his thrusts. He made a soft sound of surprise when Theo reached out to take his hand again, holding it tightly.
“No, I don’t need it. I can finish like this; just keep going. I’d rather—” Theo laced their fingers back together and brought them up to press his lips to Jun’s knuckles. “—rather do it like this.”
This time, the sound Jun made was anything but soft. “Fuck, yes. Come on my cock. Show me.”
A minute shift of his powerful thighs and suddenly he was thrusting harder and deeper, dragging the head of his cock relentlessly over Theo’s sweet spot. Jun shoved Theo against the mattress with every push, rubbing his cock over the sheets in too-much, not-enough bursts of pleasure that built and built until Theo was shaking in his arms, clutching at his hands.
“Right there! Right there, don’t stop. Please!”
Jun caught the sensitive curve of Theo’s ear in his teeth with a growl, and Theo shouted as he spilled across the sheets, squeezing Jun’s hands even as his body tightened around his cock. Jun released his ear with a harsh, stuttering breath, barely able to pant out his words. “Good. That’s so good, baby. Holy shit.”
Jun lost his rhythm, pushing in harder and faster as he whispered praise into Theo’s hair until he finished with a rush of warmth inside of Theo, muscles locking in place with a grunt.
Theo braced for Jun to roll away, clean himself up, and leave without another word. In Theo’s experience, such was customary of a casual lover who held
