He was almost surprised when their lips finally met. It had been a while since he kissed someone quite like this: gently, without communicating power. Jake’s warm mouth opened up, trembling against Vars’s touch before Jake’s entire body followed, overcome by shudders. Keeping his hand on the collar, Vars inhaled Jake’s scent—burning wood and sweet musk— before softly lapping on the rims of his open lips.
The shivers in Jake’s fingers, which ran up and down Vars’s chest, awoke an insatiable hunger in Vars. He wanted to bite into this boy’s flesh and suck on his bones. So experienced, and yet frightened of Vars like a lost lamb of the wolf. Vars would gladly take his time to guide Jake through real sex—the kind that wasn’t about serving someone without getting anything in return.
He started with deepening the kiss as he pressed himself more forcefully against Jake, and the little whine Jake made into the kiss only fueled Vars’s need. From the day they met, he’d been intoxicated with that pressing urge. So much so that no hangaround or guest of the Kings had been worth a random fuck when all he could think of was Jake eagerly kneeling in front of him.
He could have that. He could have that beautiful boy, who was both so strong and so vulnerable. While not wooden, Jake was clearly following Vars’s lead, only stroking Vars’s palate with his tongue once it was coaxed out of his mouth. He didn’t seem confident in his kiss, but that was all right with Vars. He would pull his hot new boy out of his shell and show him how things were done.
With a stroke to the top of Jake’s head, Vars forced himself to pull away.
“I haven’t kissed anyone in a while,” Jake whispered, as if that fact embarrassed him, but he reached up and stroked Vars’s damp beard. His touch was tentative, yet so very eager it made Vars smile.
“You’re doing well.”
Jake wrapped his arm over Vars’s neck and pulled him down for another kiss, this time more confident and greedy, rubbing his fingers through the beard.
It was Vars’s time to open up, and he closed his eyes, humming into the kiss when it deepened, with Jake sucking on his tongue and pushing his fingertips tighter against Vars’s skin. They only pulled apart once Vars felt the need to breathe properly was starting to make him lightheaded.
“Let’s get warm, huh?” he asked and moved his hand down Jake’s arm to entwine their fingers.
Jake squeezed back, and Vars had no idea how he would keep his hands to himself for their budding relationship to remain a secret. “I’m dying for a shower. A hot one this time.”
They walked out into the empty corridor illuminated only by moonlight coming in through the large side windows.
There was no need to stop by their room, and so they went straight to the bathroom. Vars started to shed his clothes as soon as the pale light went on in the room lined with white tiles that reminded him of a public restroom.
Jake gave him a silly grin, ogling Vars shamelessly as he took off the damp clothes. The sparks between them could light up the room, and yet, they weren’t touching, even though it was now beyond obvious they both wanted to. The hungry stares Jake kept sending Vars’s way made him want to take his time, stretch and show off his muscles, but on the other hand he’d finally gotten permission to touch the handsome boy and found it difficult to wait. He was no longer cold.
Once he was done undressing, he stepped closer to Jake, his gaze trailing up the bare, toned torso, all the way to the heavy metal collar around the firm neck. Despite the truth behind its presence, Vars couldn’t help a pang of arousal. It might be there because of the monster inside Jake, but he was still the one Jake allowed to put it on him, the one man Jake trusted with this, no matter how little they really knew each other.
Jake pushed off his shoes, but Vars couldn’t wait for the main dish. As soon as Jake took off his jeans, remaining only in a white jockstrap. Vars grabbed his elbow and forced him to turn around. He smiled contently at the sight of Jake’s rounded, delicious ass, framed by the underwear that exposed him so obscenely. Fucking Jake had been an experience that kept coming back to Vars during the most menial of chores, and tonight he’d finally do it again, even if without Jake so obediently following orders.
Jake didn’t fight against Vars’s guidance either. When Vars turned him around, he stayed like that, not realizing that what he was doing was in fact submission. He glanced at Vars over his shoulder with a shy smile in the cornflower blue gaze.