Page 13 of Born to Be Legends (Soulbound Universe)

“You’re such a damn tease,” Patrick groaned when they finally pulled into their garage.

“You’re just easy,” Jono drawled, the smirk on his face something Patrick wanted to kiss away.

“Only for you,” Patrick retorted, coming around the Mustang. He wasted no time in grabbing Jono by the tie and pulling him down into a searing kiss, pouring all of his pent-up frustration over the last hour or so into it.

Hands curled over his thighs, and Patrick found himself being lifted into the air with an ease that never ceased to amaze him, even all these years later. He wrapped his legs around Jono’s waist, wrapped his arms around Jono’s neck, and did his best to breathe for the both of them.

“Can’t believe we’re married,” Jono muttered against the corner of his mouth. “Can’t believe I’m going to go upstairs and fuck my husband.”

“Don’t trip,” Patrick said, grinding against Jono because he could, and he liked the way it made Jono groan.

“And you say I’m a tease.”

Patrick laughed, sucking kisses down Jono’s throat, safe in the knowledge that Jono hadn’t ever dropped him like this and wouldn’t now.

He was carried down the hall to the elevator, where he was pressed up against the wall, Jono’s body keeping him in place while the other man fumbled at the buttons for the top floor.

Patrick’s cock was hard in his pants, and it was difficult to get enough air with the way Jono rocked against him.

The soft vibrations of the elevator as it ascended thrummed through his ribs, a counterpoint to the motion of their hips.

He ran his fingers through Jono’s hair, making a mess of the black strands before getting a good grip to pull Jono’s head back so he could kiss him properly.

It wasn’t new, but it felt new—a comfort he wanted to never live without.

The elevator door pinging open was background noise he didn’t pay attention to until Jono hauled him away from the wall, spinning around and walking them both into the hallway. It was dark, so Patrick freed one hand long enough to scatter some magelights up ahead, shining the way to the bedroom.

Jono walked with unerring steps into it, ignoring the light switch in favor of the magelights that Patrick sent up to the ceiling with a thought.

Patrick finally deigned to pull his mouth away from Jono’s, dragging one hand down his lover’s face, feeling the bump of his wedding ring slide over the sharpness of Jono’s jaw.

The weight and feel of it was strange and new, and he never wanted to take it off.

“Hey,” Patrick said, staring into those wolf-bright blue eyes full of so much love. “We’re married.”

Jono smiled, slow and easy. “Yeah, Pat. We’re married.”

Patrick unwound his legs from Jono’s waist, letting his feet sink back to the floor.

His body dragged against Jono’s as he did so, the friction against his clothed cock making him suck in a breath.

Patrick shrugged out of his suit jacket, watching Jono do the same, both of them stealing kisses as they helped each other get undressed from their wedding finery, finding excuses to touch skin with every movement of their hands.

The air in the bedroom was warm, the air-conditioning having been kept off for the day.

Patrick’s skin prickled from desire as he let Jono push him down onto the bed, spreading his legs.

His fingers caught on Jono’s hips, urging him closer, and he sighed against the warm skin beneath his mouth as Jono settled on top of him.

Their cocks brushed together from the motion, sensation pricking along Patrick’s nerves.

He bit down lightly on Jono’s collarbone, worrying the skin between his teeth as Jono ground their hips together.

“Didn’t want to have you like this in the hotel,” Jono muttered against his temple, dragging his lips down over Patrick’s cheek.

“You can have me anywhere we won’t be arrested. I don’t have a badge anymore to talk my way out of public sex,” Patrick told him.

Jono laughed, burying his face against the curve of Patrick’s neck and shoulders. “The travesty. Guess I’ll make do with our bed.”

Patrick ran his hands down the length of Jono’s broad back, feeling how his wedding ring bumped over the ladder of Jono’s rib cage. “I like our bed.”

“Suppose it’s a proper marriage bed now.”

Patrick rolled his eyes, hiking up a leg to dig his heel against Jono’s ass. “Only if you fuck me.”

The heat in Jono’s eyes seared right through Patrick, thrumming through his nerves.

To be wanted and loved like this was a heady thing he savored, arching beneath Jono’s hands and his mouth.

They moved with the knowledge of each other’s bodies having been embedded in their fingertips over the years, a touch memory they could shape without even looking.

When Jono’s mouth slid over his cock, tongue flicking at the tip, Patrick let out a quiet groan, hips jerking up.

A strong arm settled over his stomach, bearing him back down to the bed, keeping him in place.

The curve of Jono’s wedding ring against his cock made Patrick bite his lip, the sensation new.

Jono’s mouth slid lower, and Patrick reveled in the wet heat, in how good Jono always made him feel.

He threaded his fingers through Jono’s hair, giving it a light tug.

Jono released his cock with a slick-sounding pop and shifted upright.

He leaned across the bed to pull a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

Patrick watched him through half-lidded eyes, gaze caught on the glint of Jono’s wedding ring.

He propped himself up on both elbows, spreading his legs as Jono slid both hands between them, fingers stroking over sensitive skin.

“I want to ride you,” Patrick said, tipping his head back and breathing through his nose as Jono’s finger pushed into him.

“Never going to say no to that.”

Jono took his time opening Patrick up, teasing him, and Patrick wasn’t going to complain.

The first time the edge of Jono’s wedding ring brushed up against his hole had him twitching.

Jono rubbed it against the edge of his hole, three fingers deep inside Patrick, who was unashamedly grinding down against the touch.

Patrick reached for him with grasping hands, pulling Jono down into a deep kiss even as those long, talented fingers inside him pressed against his prostate, sending fire licking across his nerves.

Patrick scraped his fingernails over Jono’s back before pressing on his shoulders.

They didn’t need words to express what they wanted, and Jono sat up, hooking an arm around Patrick’s back to haul him upright as well.

The fingers inside him slid out, and he sucked a kiss against the side of Jono’s neck to keep the whine from escaping his throat.

Jono knelt on the bed, knees spread wide, and Patrick had no choice but to let his own slot on the outer side of Jono’s thighs.

He rose up onto his knees, dragging his lips up Jono’s neck, licking at the pulse there, before letting his mouth hover over his husband’s.

Jono’s hands settled on his waist, fingers still slick, holding him steady as Patrick reached behind for Jono’s cock and guided it to his hole.

He slid down onto it in one long glide, the moan that tore free of his mouth swallowed up by Jono’s.

The sensation of being filled was like coming home, the length and breadth of Jono’s hard cock sliding into him everything he wanted.

Patrick sank down all the way to the root, clenching around Jono’s length until he groaned in Patrick’s ears, fingers digging into his ass.

“You keep teasing me like that and I’ll just lay you out on the bed and fuck you,” Jono growled.

“Like I’d ever complain about that,” Patrick muttered against his throat. He nipped at the warm skin there as Jono’s hands flexed against his ass. Acceding to that silent request, Patrick rose up on his knees again, the drag of Jono’s cock sliding out of him making him groan.

Finding a rhythm was second nature, everything about how they moved together proof of their partnership.

Patrick fucked himself on Jono’s cock with a covetous sort of desire that clawed at him, pleasure building in his gut and snaking up his spine.

Jono moved with him, hips snapping up every time Patrick ground down against him, both of them chasing their need for each other in frantic motions.

The sound of their sweat-slicked skin slapping together, the creak from the bed, and their moans echoed in the bedroom.

Patrick dragged his mouth back to Jono’s, stealing frantic kisses even as the aching pressure built in his gut from the need to come.

Jono slid his left hand between them, wrapping his fingers around Patrick’s cock to stroke him in a counterpoint to the movement of their hips.

“Let go,” Jono muttered against his throat. “I want to feel my husband come.”

It shouldn’t have been as triggering as it was, but Patrick had no recourse in that moment for the acknowledgment of what they were. He came riding Jono’s cock, head thrown back with a ragged cry, spilling over his husband’s hand, entire body shivering from the intense release.

Jono kept thrusting up into him, grinding deep, and Patrick clenched down around him as best he could, wanting to share the moment.

It didn’t take long for Jono to tip over the edge, cock throbbing inside Patrick as he came.

For a moment, they just held each other, hands pressed against hot skin, Jono’s face buried against Patrick’s shoulder, both of them heaving for breath.

Patrick closed his eyes, cradling Jono in his arms, thinking about how much he’d wanted Jono that night in Tempest so long ago when he’d first laid eyes on the Brit.

He hadn’t known then what Jono would become to him, but he wouldn’t change any of it—not the loss or the betrayals or the heartache that had pitted the road to the end of the world.

Because giving all that up meant giving up his pack, his family, and the future that surrounded him, forever promised in the waves of Maui and tied up with dragon-made wedding rings years later.

“I love you,” Patrick said when they were curled around each other after the glow of orgasm had faded, skin warm, body sated.

Jono took his left hand and drew it to his mouth, kissing the wedding ring. His wolf-bright blue eyes nearly glowed in the near darkness of their bedroom, the magelights dimmed to starlike pinpricks against the ceiling.

“I love you. I always have and always will,” Jono said.

Years ago, they’d fought together at the end of the world, refusing to be remembered in a myth of someone else’s making. And maybe all of this was inevitable, maybe Patrick had always been born to exist in such a way, but this life was theirs now—theirs to live however they wanted.

This was forever, and Patrick would live in it and love Jono as his husband without regret.

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