Page 35 of Lovesick Gods (Lovesick #1)
Danny’s collection of Cho’s gifts landed with a thud of discarded bags on the floor. It all would have seemed like a blurred rush to Cho, but he recovered instantly and had Danny pinned against the door to his apartment the second they arrived.
Cho’s lips and tongue and hands . Danny whimpered into the other man’s mouth as they kissed. He felt Cho’s cool fingers tease up his abs beneath his button down and thrummed with sparks from the base of his spine into his palms.
“No powers,” Cho spoke against his lips, as both hands caressed the muscles of Danny’s chest and stomach. Danny shivered from the faint tickle.
“Huh…?” He felt feverish in his want; maybe he hadn’t heard right.
“Save the sparks for when I tell you,” Cho said, sliding his hands around to grip the bare skin of Danny’s back.
Nodding within the blissful haze of letting Cho lead, Danny agreed. He’d loved having all of the control the first time, but going along for the ride was nice too, letting Cho take what he wanted, knowing that it just made the man more and more thoroughly his .
Cho’s hands left Danny, and he registered his jacket and blazer being pushed from his shoulders, then Cho’s jacket dropped as well.
They stepped over the cast-off articles, kicked away their shoes without caring that they never made it to the rug, and moved through the apartment, Cho walking backwards with ease, while Danny eagerly followed.
They bypassed the stairs, Danny noticed, only half-aware of his surroundings, though Cho clearly had the place mapped in his head like a GPS, because he never tripped or wavered. The moment they reached the desk against the far wall, Cho spun them around and hefted Danny on top of it.
The desk was so tidy, only a few items were disturbed.
The pen holder spilled over, the keyboard drawer shoved in, the mouse knocked aside just so, rousing the computer from sleep.
Danny glanced behind him at the eruption of light as black was banished in favor of Cho’s desktop background.
He blinked at it for a moment before the image registered.
“Is that…?”
“For research purposes,” Cho said, too winded for Danny to take seriously. The picture was one of the first photographs of Zeus—a white and gold figure surrounded by lightning.
Danny didn’t try to hide his smirk as he turned forward.
Cho had his hands up Danny’s shirt again.
He spread Danny’s legs so he could crowd in close, with their lips mere inches apart, but Danny had to chuckle.
“Sure it is,” he said, winding his arms around Cho’s neck.
“Do you have a secret stash of Zeus pictures, Ice Man? Maybe some of the ones that get a really good angle of my ass .”
There was a flush to Cho’s cheeks, but that was all arousal. If he harbored any embarrassment at being found out, he didn’t show it. “Any sites you recommend for finding shots like that?”
Danny laughed harder, and Cho kissed the sound right out of his mouth.
Leaning back wasn’t easy as Cho unbuttoned Danny’s shirt.
He’d end up propped against the computer screen if he wasn’t careful, so he steadied himself on the edge of the desk, stomach muscles taut to keep him upright.
Cho kissed down his bare chest, licking along his abs while deft fingers undid his slacks.
Nearly thrumming with sparks again, Danny quickly quelled the urge.
He could control his powers. He could control his powers.
Cho just felt so good—every touch and kiss and lick .
He looked great, too, wearing a black Henley, which Danny hadn’t noticed with the long jacket he’d had on before.
The shirt sinfully clung to Cho’s shoulders as he pulled Danny’s pants and underwear down his thighs.
He took Danny into his mouth like he was starved for it, and Danny groaned. This was so much better than touching himself, even with Cho’s eyes on him. But he wanted more than Cho’s mouth. He’d felt so empty for so long; he needed something to fill him.
Tucked between Danny’s thighs, Cho seemed to be trying to get him as wet as possible, but before Danny had the chance to beg for more, he pulled up and undid his own slacks.
Removing them and his underwear, he displayed an urgency that never looked desperate or sloppy, always powerful and in control, just like he’d been in the convenience store, facing down a gunman without anything but a shelf of potato chips getting hit.
Danny coiled his arms around Cho’s neck again as soon as the man stepped in between his legs. Tipped back on the end of the desk, he wrapped his ankles around Cho’s waist and reveled in how they connected—this was why Cho wanted him wet, for the slick slide as they collided.
Locked in this new position with Cho’s arms around his back, Danny felt the other man start to slow them. He had Danny pinned.
“ Faster ,” Danny gasped into the side of Cho’s neck. “Please…”
“ No ,” Cho panted equally breathless into his ear.
Squeezing Cho’s neck, Danny struggled in vain to buck up and force him to pick up the pace. “ Please …I need it…I’ve been so wound up, I just—”
“Shhh…come on, Sparky, have some pride.” Cho’s voice was a low rumble, every phrase followed by a slow grind.
“You can do this. I want to draw this out like you did with me. Want you shaking before we’ve even started.
You want it good like that, don’t you? Want to come undone beneath my fingers, beneath the weight of me as I wreck you? ”
That sounded so good. Payback was a bitch and so was Cho, but Danny couldn’t complain. He was shaking already. Holding onto Cho’s neck all the more tightly, certain he was leaving bruises behind, he shuddered with a spark of power he couldn’t suppress no matter how hard he tried.
“No lightning unless I say so,” Cho reminded him with a roll of his hips.
“I’m trying .” Danny mouthed along the other man’s neck to ground himself. “Thought you liked it when I lose myself a little.”
“I do. But resisting can be sweet too. And I do so owe you for last time…” Shifting so that his tip teased with the faintest pressure at Danny’s unprepared entrance, Cho was so wet. Even without any force, the promise of what would come next made Danny whimper.
Cho dragged along the puckered skin again and again, but only ever barely pushed forward.
Danny knew he didn’t actually want Cho to press inside like this—not at all stretched, no lube, no condom.
But in the moments between, when Cho tormented him with that slow slide of heated skin, Danny was close to begging for him to just get on with it already.
“Soon, Sparky,” Cho whispered, reading his mind or maybe the desperation in his eyes. “We’ll get there.”
Fingers grazing Danny’s jawline, Cho moved them to his chin and finally to his lips.
Danny didn’t need to be told. He opened his mouth and sucked Cho’s fingers in with fervor.
The man had such amazing hands. Danny never got tired of watching them, and when Cho talked, they were always moving, always dancing to the rhythm of his speech.
It was hypnotic in its own right, just as much as the man’s alluring voice.
Soon, Cho pulled his moistened fingers free, making way for his mouth as he kissed Danny deep. Their tongues tangled in sync with their hips.
“Please…” Danny whined when those damp digits reached down low between them.
“Tell me, Danny…tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you.”
Spreading his legs wider to accommodate Cho’s prodding fingers, Danny hooked his ankles around Cho’s waist. He marveled at the strength in the man, holding him upright with one hand while the right toyed with him with slow, measured twists of his fingers.
“I…I want…” Danny tried to clear his mind, to focus his thoughts, but everything was a daze of heat and need and Cho’s hands. “I want…more of you…all of you. Your tongue. Your cock . Want you inside me til I beg for you to go faster.”
Til it hurts. Til I scream. Til I feel…
“You sure about that, Danny?” Cho panted and licked the skin along Danny’s neck. “Think you can handle it?”
The gentle stretch that followed made Danny moan.
He hadn’t been this good for Cho, he couldn’t have been, yet he remembered the most beautiful, needy noises from the man that poured from his own lips now.
Maybe that was why this worked so well, because they could both reduce the other to an incoherent mess.
“Please.” Danny rocked against Cho’s hand, trying to pull his fingers in deeper. “Right now, right here, please ...”
“Patience. We’re too unprepared for that here on my desk.” Slowing his hand, Cho dragged the pads of his fingers along the intimate curves inside of Danny, over every nerve that made him shudder.
Danny squirmed as he bucked up helplessly in response, but it wasn’t the right angle, rocked back on the desk.
Only Cho could speed things up the way Danny wanted.
Gripping the man’s head in his hands, thumbs hooked around his jaw, Danny kissed him to plead his case, slow and deep and messy as they panted into each other’s mouths.
“Then let’s go up—”
“Not yet,” Cho gruffed out, completely unswayed.
Danny groaned and dropped his head back in defeat.
Cho chuckled, low and deliciously menacing, causing Danny to shiver at the sound.
If he couldn’t coerce the man to speed things along, he might as well enjoy the ride.
He felt like the edge was always out of reach, like a mirage in the desert that he could grasp if only he went a little further, waited a little longer, but then it was gone, leaving him thirsting for release.
No one had ever given Danny such full attention, made it all about him. That was one thing Danny could never deny about Cho; he always gave Danny his entire focus, like an obsession.
Finally retracting his fingers, Cho left Danny a mess of ignited nerve endings, trembling and gasping for breath. Danny whimpered again, but he didn’t beg. He waited.