Kings of Hawkings [bxb]

Chapter 30 [M]

•••••• 🌶 Mature Scene 🌶 ••••••

Hello! Just a quick note! I have set this up like most of my other novels. This short chapter is strictly a mature scene. There are no plot points, so if you wish to skip, you are free to do so! Thanks!

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When Eli closed the door behind him, Jonas exhaled shakily, his body swaying slightly. His face turned pale, the emotional and physical toll of the day catching up with him. Sensing the shift, Hugh immediately moved to support him, wrapping his arms around Jonas. "Come on, let's get some rest."

Jonas nodded, leaning heavily on Hugh as he was guided to the dorm room. Hugh helped him settle onto the bed, his concern evident as he gently peeled off Jonas' shirt. His eyes roamed over Jonas' muscular frame, taking in the array of cuts and bruises that marred his skin.

Hugh's fingers traced over the bruises and old scars on Jonas' chest, lingering along his collarbone. The gentle touch sent a shiver through Jonas' exhausted body. He let out a low groan, gripping Hugh's shirt with a frustrated urgency.

"Off," he growled, his voice rough with fatigue.

Hugh responded with a soft, understanding smile, quickly removing his own shirt to reveal his collection of cuts and bruises. His lean yet sculpted body was marked by the same kind of battles Jonas had faced. Jonas' gaze lingered on Hugh's form, a silent appreciation in his eyes.

Grabbing Hugh's hips, Jonas pulled him closer until Hugh was standing between his legs. Jonas' lips pressed against Hugh's chest, kissing a delicate path across his skin, tracing the contours of his muscles with tender care. When he reached a nipple, he teased it with his tongue, eliciting a soft moan from Hugh. Hugh's grip tightened in Jonas' hair, urging him on as Jonas continued to nip and suck, savoring the taste of him.

Jonas dragged his tongue to the other nipple, making Hugh shudder. Jonas' hands slipped from Hugh's hips and moved to his ass. He kneaded Hugh's backside while his mouth worked on his chest, scraping his teeth along his skin.

Hugh let out a hiss. "Shit."

Jonas continued his descent, pressing soft, lingering kisses on Hugh's chest. His lips traced a path down to Hugh's stomach, each touch eliciting a tremor from his partner. The sensation of Hugh's body responding so intensely to his affection was intoxicating, making Jonas feel a deep sense of power and connection. It was mesmerizing to watch the strength and composure of such a formidable man dissolve into vulnerability under his touch.

Jonas' gaze fell to the taut line of muscle leading down to Hugh's waistband. With deliberate slowness, Jonas traced his tongue along the exposed portion of Hugh's v-line, savoring the taste and the warmth of his skin. He lingered there, his breath hot against Hugh's abdomen, before eventually reaching the waistband of Hugh's pants. The action sent a shiver through Hugh, his fingers tangling more firmly in Jonas' hair, encouraging him with a low, appreciative murmur.

"Jo..." Hugh's voice was deep and raspy.

Jonas' fingers gently brushed along Hugh's hips, the touch light yet electrifying. Each caress seemed to heighten the intimacy of the moment, sending shivers down Hugh's spine as Jonas' hands explored. The tenderness of the touch contrasted with the roughness of their day, creating a soothing connection between them.

His fingers hooked around the waistband of Hugh's pants, and he paused, waiting for Hugh's permission.

Hugh's mind grew hazy with lust, his chest rising and falling with rapid, uneven breaths. Each touch from Jonas sent waves of sensation through him, leaving him struggling to maintain any semblance of clarity.