Page 37 of Fixing the Grumpy Pumpkin King
“Stop asking and start doing,” Jack murmured. “I can manage that.”
He kissed down Locke’s chest, letting his hands map the planes of muscle and soft skin, learning what made Locke gasp and what made him arch up into the touch. When he reached a nipple, he let just a whisper of magic flow through his fingertips as he brushed over it.
Locke nearly levitated off the bed of leaves.
“WHAT... oh god, what was that?”
“Magic,” Jack murmured, doing it again. “Enhancing sensation. Too much?”
“No. More. Please more.”
Jack obliged, working both nipples with magic-enhanced touches while he kissed lower. Down his sternum, across his stomach, feeling the muscles jump under his lips. Locke’s jeans were in the way, and Jack looked up at him through his lashes.
“May I?”
“If you don’t get these off me in the next ten seconds I’m going to spontaneously combust.”
Jack paused, genuinely concerned. “Can warlocks spontaneously combust?”
“I don’t know, do you want to find out?”
“Absolutely not.” Jack made quick work of the button and zipper, and Locke lifted his hips to help. The jeans came off, underwear with them, and then Locke was completely bare beneath him.
Jack’s breath caught.
He’d imagined this too, late at night in the guest room when he couldn’t sleep and the walls were too thin and he could hearLocke breathing in the next room. But imagination was nothing compared to the reality of Locke spread out before him: flushed and wanting and so perfect.
“You’re staring,” Locke said, but he didn’t sound self-conscious. He sounded pleased.
“You’re beautiful,” Jack said simply. “I’m allowed to stare.”
He ran his hands up Locke’s thighs, feeling them tremble under his touch, and settled between his legs. Locke’s cock was hard, flushed and curving up toward his stomach, and Jack wanted to taste him so badly he could barely think.
“Can I...” he started.
“Yes,” Locke said immediately. “Whatever you’re about to ask, yes.”
Jack wrapped his hand around Locke’s cock, and Locke made a sound that went straight to Jack’s own arousal. He stroked slowly, learning the weight and shape of him, what made Locke’s hips jerk and his breath hitch.
“Jack, please...”
Jack lowered his head and took him in his mouth.
The sound Locke made was obscene. His hands flew to Jack’s hair, gripping tight, and Jack took him deeper. He tasted like salty caramel and musk, and Jack couldn’t get enough. He worked him with his tongue, finding the sensitive spot just under the head that made Locke’s thighs shake.
“Oh Jack, your mouth...”
Jack pulled off with a wet sound. “Good?”
“Too good. If you keep going I’m going to...”
“Not yet,” Jack said, kissing his hip. “I want to take my time with you.”
He let his magic flow, and warm slick appeared exactly where he needed it: coating his fingers, making everything smooth and easy. Locke gasped at the sensation.
“What is that?”
“Something to make it easier,” Jack murmured, pressing a slick finger against Locke’s entrance, circling gently. “Relax for me.”
