I saw him wince, but he gave an imperceptible nod and moved one hand to his cock. I pushed a little more, and Jesus Christ, he was so impossibly tight that as my head slid into I nearly came on the spot. I held still, more for me than him at that point, frantically dredging up horrible images from soulgazes I'd had with evil people until I had calmed down enough to move again.

His breathing was harsh, but he didn't complain. His free hand twisted white-knuckled in the sheet, the other working his cock. He moaned a little, and I slid in another inch or two.

"Christ, Dresden," he panted. "That feels like a wine bottle."

I gave a shaky laugh. "Had one of those up here before, have you?" I continued my slow, inexorable slide. Another inch. "You are so tight."

"Jesus." He gritted his teeth. "How much more of you is there?"

I glanced down at where our bodies joined. It was wrong. So wrong. And so unbelievably hot. "I'm only halfway in."

"Fuck."

My stomach lurched as he said it. It sounded so raw and gorgeous coming from Marcone's urbane, cultured mouth. "You got a dirty mouth there, John." I sunk my fingers into his hips, went in another inch. "I like it."

"Fuck," he said again, but now he pushed back on me too, and I flooded my mind with thoughts of death and destruction as he took me up to the hilt. "Jesus Christ goddamn fuck, Harry."

I stayed still, trying to catch my breath. Then I withdrew a few inches, slowly, and angled my hips so I would touch that place that he liked. When I slid back in, he moaned. Loudly.

"Does it hurt?" I asked.

"A little. Doesn't matter. I –" His reply cut off as I thrust again. "That feels so fucking good, you have no idea."

I grabbed the lube, added a little more, and holding his hip with one hand, I began thrusting gently. He was so tight I didn't think I was going to last much longer even if I tried to think of every terrible thing I'd ever seen to kill my desire. I looked down at where his ass stretched to accommodate my cock, and holy shit, I was fucking Gentleman John Marcone.

"Jesus Christ, John," I choked.

He gasped, writhing on the sheets, and slammed back into me. "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me. Come first."

I reached around for his cock, slapping his hand away from it, and fisted it to the rhythm we'd developed. He was slick with pre-cum, and he was so hard I knew he couldn't be far away from orgasm. But I could feel the pressure building in me too. It was going to be a close one.

"Fuck me," he moaned, and I saw the half-smile that curled his mouth. He was doing it just to make me come first and I knew it, but it was still so hot. I let go of his hip and slapped his ass hard, once, then raked my fingernails up his spine to catch a handful of his hair and tug his head back. My other hand slid up to the head of his cock and I rubbed my thumb over the slit.

"Dresden, you bastard," he groaned, and came in a flood of heat, all over my hand. He tightened around me, pulsing with the force of his orgasm, and all but milked my cock. I let the wave I had been riding crash down on me, and I slammed into him as I came like a fucking tsunami.

He collapsed, sinking down onto the bed, and I followed, too exhausted and boneless to move much. We lay there for a few moments, catching our breath, and then he said, "You might want to pull out before I clamp down on you."

"I thought you'd never done this before." I pushed myself up, and withdrew. The sensation pulled another spurt of semen from me, and I shuddered. I removed the condom gingerly, and aimed for the wastepaper basket next to my bed. Fortunately, I didn't miss.

"I didn't. Doesn't mean I don't understand the mechanics. I thought it might be useful information if and when I ever got you in bed." He rolled over onto his back with a slight wince, and looked at me. "Granted, this was not what I meant."

Oh, the spell. I had completely forgotten about that. I opened my Sight and took us in. Our bodies were wrecks of pleasure, emotions thrumming through them on some unknowable wavelength. The violet magic was gone, as was the chain was joined us. I closed my eyes, and relaxed into my bed.

"Spell's gone," I said tiredly.

"Oh, that." He exhaled. "Good work. Shall I pay you by the hour?"

I laughed despite myself. "Nah, you can take this one gratis."

He stretched, and I watched the muscles of his body lengthen and flex with appreciation. "I should have you sign a retainer. Although perhaps I'll build in the condition that sometimes I get to be on top."

That gave me pause. "You want to make this a regular thing?"

He raised an eyebrow, and pointedly looked down at my naked body, sprawled gracelessly next to him. "A gentleman never comes first," he said. "I wouldn't want you getting the wrong opinion of my bedroom conduct, so of course I shall have to eclipse my premature conclusion this time with future instances of better performance."

"John," I said, turning on my side and shamelessly resting my head on his chest, "once in a while you could really just say 'yes'."

A beat. "Yes."

"Very good. And you don't have to pay me, Christ. I'm not a hooker."

He shrugged, idly stroking my hair. "As you wish."

All of a sudden, someone banged on the door, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. "Who is it?"

"The boss said to meet him here," rumbled a voice. Hendricks. What excellent timing.

I glanced at Marcone, who looked more amused than anything else. "I am here," he called. "Wait in the living room."

There was a grunt of reply, and footsteps receded from my door. "Jesus," I said, pressing a hand to my chest. "He nearly gave me a heart attack."

"Good thing you remembered to close the door," he said, getting up to get dressed.

I frowned. "I didn't close the door." In fact, I distinctly remembered leaving it half open.

"Perhaps your dog?" He reached for his shirt.

Holy. Shit. My blood ran hot and cold and in opposite directions, and my stomach tied itself in a knot. "Yeah, probably." I grabbed my jeans, hauling myself into my clothes as quickly as possible without seeming like I was rushing. "You go deal with Hendricks. I'll just be a minute." He gave me an odd look, but nodded and slipped out the door, closing it behind him.

I facepalmed now, with both hands. "Molly," I growled. "I am going to kill you."