Page 78 of Bad Habits

“Turn around and face the wall, baby.”

Once he did, Jonah took a moment to appreciate Cas’s tight asscheeks in the suit, then dropped to a crouch behind him and palmed one plump cheek that he bit gently before rising, lifting Cas’s arms and urging his fingers closed around the wood slats.

Cas let out a shuddery breath as he complied. Jonah dropped back to his knees, peeling the suit down to expose Cas inch by slow inch, enjoying the goosebumps that erupted over his skin. He wanted to take Cas apart slowly, but the more Jonah touched him, the more impatient he grew. The past three weeks had felt like a lifetime.

Cas arched, pushing back against Jonah, when he slid his fingers down his crack, and Jonah rumbled in surprise when his finger slipped over Cas’s hole and easily inside. “You’re slick.”

“I wanted you to be able to just fuck me,” Cas explained breathlessly. “Told you I was excited.”

Jonah grinned and bit Cas’s other cheek in appreciation, pumping and stroking him a few times before withdrawing his finger and closing his hand around Cas’s shaft. Jonah pulled his cock back between his legs, rubbing his thumb over Cas’s balls before sweeping them up out of the way and closing his lips around Cas’s swollen crown.

“Fuck,” Cas gasped and spread his legs wider.

“I didn’t like being away from you like that.” Jonah alternated between sucking Cas’s tip, laving over his balls, and spearing his tongue into Cas’s tight hole until his thighs trembled and his knuckles whitened where he gripped the wood slats. “It was too long. Missed you too much. Missed your tight little ass.” Jonah squeezed his cheek, spread it open and traced his thumb over Cas’s rim, making it twitch. “This pretty pink hole.”

“I can’t… I’m gonna…” Cas whimpered, and Jonah thrust his fingers deep inside him and lapped at the thick ribbon of jizz that pulsed from Cas’s slit. The second Cas started to come down, Jonah spit the hot fluid on his palm, coated his dick as he stood, and slid deep inside Cas in one deep thrust that had them both crying out.

“You feel so fucking good.” Jonah kissed the words onto the back of Cas’s neck, pressed them into the pulse fluttering at his throat, and gloved Cas’s spent cock with his fist, gripping it tight. “Gonna come for me again?”

Cas whimpered and nodded, bucking into Jonah’s thrusts, so hot and tight around Jonah’s cock he was seeing stars in seconds. He pulled Cas against his chest, slicking the wet ends of hair from his face as he angled them just so under the spray, and Cas reached his arms up, looping them back around Jonah’s neck. He rested his head against Jonah’s shoulder, soft moans falling from his kiss swollen lips.

Jonah fucked steadily into him, managing to hang on until Cas’s moans became louder cries, and he could tell by the urgent roll of Cas’s hips that he was close again.

They shattered together on a hard thrust, Jonah with a bruising clutch on Cas’s hip, the other hand shuttling mercilessly up and down his cock until the hot ooze of Cas’s second release set him off. Sparks of pleasure exploded at the base of his spine and raced upward, and Jonah groaned as Cas’s spasming hole milked him dry.

They clung together until the shiver of aftershocks subsided and the water sluicing down over their naked shoulders grew cold.

Jonah sighed as he eased out of Cas and watched his seed trek down the curves of Cas’s legs. Then he spun Cas around, gave him a gentler kiss this time, and reached for the body wash sitting on the ground. Cas had gone noodly, so Jonah soaped him up slowly.

“I thought you wanted to watch me jerk off.” Cas gave Jonah a sleepy smile as Jonah rinsed suds from his shoulders.

“Got ahead of myself. Guess it’s a good thing we’re renting by the month and have time.”

Cas returned the favor, washing Jonah, and when they were both clean, they wrapped up in towels and went inside. Cas collapsed dramatically in the middle of the floor, starfishing his arms and legs, and Jonah grinned as he stepped nimbly over him on the way to the kitchen. He was starving. He paused at the edge of the counter and picked up a glossy brochure featuring the Great Blue Hole.

“I got us a private tour. Our own boat with a captain and everything,” Cas said.

“You did? When are we going?” Jonah stared at the pristine water that was the same magnetic blue as Cas’s eyes, then set the brochure aside.

“Tomorrow.” Cas grinned. “Though maybe I should reschedule it for the next day. Or maybe the next. Because I really think we’re going to need a lot more showers like that before I’m ready to go somewhere else.”

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