Page 58 of Lovesick Gods

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 andhands. 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 thoroughlyhis.

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, andmoved 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 myass.”

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, stomachmuscles 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 andlick. 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 Iwreckyou?”

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’mtrying.” 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 justget on with italready.

“Soon, Sparky,” Cho whispered, reading his mind or maybe the desperation in his eyes. “We’ll get there.”

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