Chapter 5: The Knot

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...kiss was nothing like Leo expected....

He'd read about kissing in books, back when he had time to read. He'd seen it in movies, on the tiny TV in his apartment. He'd imagined it, late at night when he couldn't sleep, pressing his own fingers to his lips and pretending they belonged to someone else.

But nothing had prepared him for this.

Julian's mouth was hot and demanding and surprisingly soft. His hands came up to cup Leo's face, holding him like something precious, something breakable. His tongue traced the seam of Leo's lips, asking permission instead of taking it.

Leo opened for him.

The taste of whiskey flooded his mouth. Julian groaned,a low, desperate sound that vibrated through Leo's entire body. One of Julian's hands slid into Leo's hair, tugging gently, tilting his head back. The other hand dropped to Leo's waist, fingers pressing into the sharp bone of his hip.

Leo made a sound he'd never made before. A whimper. A plea. Something between a gasp and a sob.

Julian pulled back just far enough to speak. "Too much?"

"Not enough," Leo breathed.

Something in Julian's expression snapped.

He kissed Leo again, harder this time, walking him backward across the suite. Leo's heels hit the edge of the bed and he fell backward, pulling Julian down with him. They landed in a tangle of limbs and dark sheets, Julian braced above him on his elbows, their bodies pressed together from chest to hip.

Leo could feel everything. The heat of Julian's skin through his shirt. The hard line of Julian's thigh between his legs. The thick, heavy press of something that made Leo's breath catch.

"You're sure?" Julian asked. His forehead was pressed against Leo's. His breath was hot on Leo's lips.

"I've never been sure of anything in my life," Leo said. "But I'm sure of this."

Julian kissed his forehead. His eyelids. The tip of his nose. Each kiss was soft, reverent, almost painful in its tenderness. Then he pulled back and looked down at Leo with those dark, dark eyes.

"Tell me if it hurts," he said. "Tell me to stop. I will. I swear I will."

Leo nodded. His hands came up to fumble with the buttons of Julian's shirt. His fingers were shaking too much to manage. Julian laughed softly and pushed his hands away, undoing the buttons himself with quick, practiced movements.

The shirt fell open. Leo stared.

Julian's body was a map of hard lines and old scars. Broad shoulders. A chest dusted with dark hair. A stomach that was flat and ridged with muscle. And there, just above his heart, a small tattoo,a single word in a language Leo didn't recognize.

"What does it say?" Leo whispered, reaching out to touch it.

Julian caught his wrist. "Later," he said. "Right now, I need to focus on you."

He stripped off Leo's clothes with surprising gentleness. The cheap vest. The wrinkled shirt. The worn pants. Each piece of fabric fell away like a layer of armor, leaving Leo bare and trembling beneath him.

Leo wanted to cover himself. Wanted to hide. He'd never been naked in front of anyone before. His body was too thin, too scarred, too marked by years of hunger and hiding.

But Julian looked at him like he was beautiful.

"God," Julian breathed. "Look at you."

Leo's eyes burned. "I'm nothing."

"You're everything." Julian lowered his mouth to Leo's neck, to the peeling edge of the scent patch. His tongue traced the edge of the adhesive, lapping at the honey-and-jasmine scent that leaked from Leo's skin. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

The patch came off in Julian's teeth. He spat it onto the floor and pressed his mouth directly to Leo's scent gland.

Leo screamed.

The pleasure was blinding. White-hot. It shot through his entire body like lightning, arching his back off the bed, digging his nails into Julian's shoulders. His heat crashed over him in a wave, drowning him, consuming him, remaking him from the inside out.

Julian worked his way down Leo's body with his mouth. His lips. His tongue. His teeth. He kissed every scar, every bruise, every place where Leo had been hurt or hungry or alone. He worshiped Leo's body like it was a temple, and Leo had never felt so seen in his entire life.

When Julian finally pushed inside him, Leo wept.

Not from pain,though there was pain, a sharp bright ache that made him gasp. Not from pleasure,though there was pleasure too, building like a storm on the horizon. He wept because for the first time in his life, he wasn't alone. He wasn't hiding. He wasn't pretending.

He was just Leo. And someone wanted him anyway.

Julian moved slowly at first. Gently. He watched Leo's face with every thrust, checking for pain, for discomfort, for any sign that this was too much. Leo clutched at him, pulled him closer, wrapped his legs around Julian's waist and held on.

"More," Leo begged. "Please. More."

Julian's control snapped.

He fucked Leo harder, deeper, faster. The bed creaked beneath them. The headboard slammed against the wall. Leo cried out with every thrust, his voice rising higher and higher until he was nearly sobbing with the intensity of it.

And then Julian's knot began to swell.

Leo had heard about knots. He'd read about them in the same books where he'd read about kissing. But reading was nothing compared to feeling.

The pressure built inside him, stretching him, filling him, locking them together in a way that was almost unbearably intimate. Leo's climax hit him like a freight train,wave after wave of pleasure that left him shaking and breathless and crying out Julian's name.

Julian followed moments later, burying his face in Leo's neck, his body shuddering as he spilled inside Leo. His knot held them together, pulsing, keeping them connected.

For a long time, neither of them moved.

The fire crackled. The city glittered. Leo lay in Julian's arms, his body aching and satisfied and utterly claimed, and tried to remember why he'd ever been afraid.

"That was," Leo started, then stopped. He didn't have words.

"Yeah," Julian said. His voice was rough, wrecked. "It was."

They lay in silence for a while longer. Julian's fingers traced patterns on Leo's back. Leo's cheek rested against Julian's chest, rising and falling with each breath.

"Stay," Julian said. It wasn't a question.

Leo wanted to say yes. He wanted to stay forever, to curl up in this bed and never leave, to let Julian hold him until the world ended.

But he'd learned, long ago, that staying was dangerous. Staying meant being seen. Being seen meant being claimed. Being claimed meant being owned.

And Leo had spent his entire life running from being owned.

"I can't," Leo whispered.

Julian's hand stopped moving. "Why not?"

Leo didn't answer. He couldn't. The truth was too big and too ugly and too sad. So he closed his eyes and let himself pretend, just for a few more minutes, that this could be real.

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