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He groaned.

Jefferson wrapped his hand around Jochi’s cock and began to stroke him while he removed his boxer-briefs. A sigh of relief passed his lips as the pressure building on his dick eased.

“Bèndàn...please. No more.”

Jochi’s head fell back on his shoulders, exposing the length of his neck. For the last several months, the overwhelming need to bite his mate as Jochi had done to him, rode Jefferson hard. He couldn’t explain it, nor could he explain the other, smaller issues he’d been dealing with. Since he’d been in D.C. he didn’t have anyone he could ask about what he’d been experiencing. He’d been isolated and afraid of what Jochi would say when Jefferson told him. Plus, with the way rumors swirled in D.C. he’d be exposed as a mate quicker than he could say, “just kidding.” It would jeopardize everything he’d worked so hard for if it came out in some rag magazine, even if he had nothing to be ashamed of, would dog him for the rest of his life. The sheer paranoia of it all kept him in check and made it almost impossible for him to express how he was feeling. Jefferson snorted. A fifty-six-year-old man having to worry about what others might say about him or his sexuality should have made him laugh. However, when he thought about all the people he’d helped and was still helping at the moment, he should be selfish, right?

“No more?” He nuzzled Jochi’s neck, bringing himself back to the present. “I thought you enjoyed it when I stroked your dick.”

Jochi yowled. “I do. But too close.”

"Come for me." Jefferson pumped his fist twice more before Jochi tensed and a cry of pleasure fell from his lips. The warmth of his mate's release covered his fist and Jochi's chest and stomach. "Fucking amazing." He kissed Jochi once more before taking a step back.

Jefferson used the cum to coat his dick then positioned Jochi just as he needed him. When he spread his mate’s legs placing them over his elbows, Jefferson’s gaze met the pink tip of an anal plug. His nostrils flared as he sucked in a breath.Fuck.He tapped the kitty decal on the end. “Did you do this for me?”

Jochi nodded.

“Were you hoping I’d find you out here like this and I’d fuck you?”

He nodded again.

Jefferson tugged on the plug before pushing it back inside Jochi. The man’s back arched off the counter. “Like that?”

Jochi shook his head.

“No?” Jefferson tugged on the toy again before pushing it back in. “How then?”

His mate hissed. “Pull it out and fuck me, bèndàn!”

“Oh, you want me to pull this plug out of your ass and put my dick inside you.”

A low warning growl rumbled in his mate’s chest.

“Vicious and so fucking hot.” Jefferson removed the plug from Jochi then positioned himself at his rear.

Jochi’s puckered entrance fluttered around Jefferson’s tip before sucking him inside. He sank into his mate, inch by inch and basked in the way the heated muscles wrapped around him in a snug fist. Jefferson readjusted his position, opening Jochi up more to Jefferson’s gaze. His mate was glorious, even on the kitchen counter. His long, black hair fanned out around him. His emerald green eyes sparkled with arousal and his lithe body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat and cum.

Jefferson shivered in pleasure. Held as he was, each thrust, shot sparks of pleasure down his spine and settled low in his gut. This... This right here had been what drove him to madness over the last year they’d been together. The insatiable need to cum over and over again inside Jochi and out. It didn’t matter how long each session lasted, as long as he came, marking Jochi. Jefferson also received some perverse gratification at seeing his cum leak from Jochi ass after they were finally sated as well as knowing another shifter would smell him on Jochi.

He gripped his mate's hips and powered into him over and over as he tried to stave off his release. It felt too good though. Too warm. Too tight. Jefferson groaned as he leaned over Jochi. He buried his face in the crook of his mate's neck, the enticing scent, made his head spin. He ran his tongue over Jochi's pulse and groaned. The small gasp from his mate excited him more. Jefferson shifted his hips, changing the angle and Jochi clamped down on him hard.

Jefferson saw stars. His pace faltered and he swore their souls latched on to one another. The coil of excitement and anticipation building within him snapped and he let go. He pounded into Jochi over and over, unable to get enough of the way his mate quivered and clenched around his intrusion. Jochi reached between them and pumped the hard flesh of his cock in time to Jefferson's thrusts. The sight robbed Jefferson of his sense and he slammed into Jochi one last time, filling his mate with his cum. Jochi followed seconds later with a hoarse cry of completion.

He collapsed over Jochi, making sure to brace his forearms so he didn't hurt the man below him. As he caught his breath, he stared down at his mate. Jefferson hadn't been lying when he said he didn't understand how it all worked because in all estimation he should have lived out his remaining days alone. When he looked at Jochi, though it didn't make sense, living alone left a nasty taste in his mouth and he'd been so grateful to the man. Jefferson kissed his mate then gave a few lazy thrusts of his hips. If he continued to do any more than that, they'd be late meeting Kalkin.

“Good morning, bèndàn,” Jochi murmured.

“Good morning, love. What a way to start the day.” Jefferson slipped free of his mate and muttered a curse.

“Would you still like to have breakfast with me?” Jochi leaned up on his elbows, his cock slowly deflated and laid along his upper thigh.

“I would, but first we should shower.” Jefferson held out his hand. “We don’t want to be late after all.”

Jochi gave him a coy little smile. “Never.”

They arrived at Vigilante a half-hour late.

Kalkin and Jerome stood near one of the monitors at the back of the office. The conference room to the left was open and inside sat Keeley, Rapier, and Adrian. Jefferson cleared his throat as he stepped into the office. He hated being late, but one thing led to the other and as cliché as it sounded, Jochi dropped the soap and who was he to not take advantage of the situation. If it'd been possible, he came harder than the first time, leaving him unable to stand for a few minutes afterward.

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