Lucas was already too close, toes curling as August began to work at him with long, sucking strokes, sending goosebumps of pleasure erupting along his skin. “Oh, fuck.” Lucas threaded his fingers in August’s hair, holding him steady so he could work himself in and out of his mouth. “God, your mouth…”
Yeah, nope. Lucas wasn’t going to last. He pulled free. “On the bed. On your back.”
August did as Lucas ordered as he grabbed the lube and tossed it on the bed. He caught August under the knees, pushing his legs apart to kiss his inner thighs, his balls, spreading him open to lave over his entrance, loving the harsh sound August made.
Lucas coated his fingers, closing his mouth over August’s cock as he pushed two fingers inside, pumping them in and out as he sucked him.
“I’m good. I’m ready.”
Lucas was relieved to hear it. He caught August’s knees with his elbows, sliding into him in one solid motion that had them both groaning against each other’s lips. Lucas usually started slow, building up, drawing it out, but the minute August’s body gripped him, this wasn’t going to be a long, drawn out process.
He caught August’s gaze as he began to move, his chest tight at the wave of emotion that hit him. This was the man he was going to marry. This crazy, beautiful, sexy, weird man. A man he loved so much he could never put it into words. The thought was so overwhelming he had to catch August’s mouth in a kiss before he did something stupid like start to cry during sex.
August’s hands gripped Lucas’s ass, spurring him on, letting him know he was on board with the brutal pace he was setting. Lucas dropped his shields, letting August’s pleasure become his own, unable to stop the moan that fell from his lips. “Fuck, you feel so good. So hot. I love you. Love this. Love us.”
Then there was no more talking, just Lucas pistoning into him, chasing the pleasure building within him, his forehead pressed to August, their bodies moving together, August’s feelings washing through him as much as the physical sensations pulsing over him. It was too much. Lucas drove into him once more, groaning as he came hard, filling August before sitting upbetween his legs, gripping August’s leaking cock and working him roughly, even as he moved his own oversensitive erection in and out of August’s hole, knowing he liked Lucas inside him when he came.
August worked himself into Lucas’s tightened fist for another minute before he followed, his cum spilling over Lucas’s hand, his body spasming around Lucas, making him shiver.
Lucas collapsed on top of him unceremoniously. “That was nice.”
“Yes, very pleasant,” August agreed, still breathing hard.
“Do you know what would make it better?” Lucas asked, kissing August’s sweaty, fuzzy chest.
“What’s that?”
Lucas rolled off him. “You going and getting the cheesecake you promised me.”
August snorted, but he rose, visiting the bathroom before making his way to the kitchen. He returned with the entire cheesecake and two forks, setting the box between them. Lucas rolled onto his side, forking a bite and feeding it to August, who did the same.
“So, Noah and Cricket helped with your little psychic scavenger hunt? Does that mean the whole family knows about the proposal?” Lucas asked around another bite.
August nodded. “Yeah, even Aiden. They were excited. Well, Calliope, Noah, and my dad were excited. The others were ambivalent about the announcement.”
“Well, no surprise there. When do you want to get married? Do you want, like, some kind of big, fancy wedding?”
“Given who my father is, I imagine there’s probably some kind of etiquette involved, people who have to be invited. If it was up to me, I’d say let’s go to the courthouse right now and do it.”
Lucas’s pulse quickened at the idea. “We could,” he said, trying to keep his voice casual as he forked another piece of cheesecake into his mouth. “Nobody would have to know.”
August took another bite of his own. “Really?”
“I mean, if you wanted.”
“Do you want?” August asked.
Lucas bit his lower lip for a minute and then nodded. “Yeah, I want. Do you?”
“Yeah. I do.”
A laugh bubbled from Lucas. “We moved in together at seven days, had sex in your office at seven weeks, got married at seven months. What are we going to do for seven years?”
“Have a baby?” August asked just as Lucas took another bite of his cheesecake.
Lucas inhaled his bite, erupting in a coughing fit that took a solid minute to subside. “A baby? You want to raise a baby in a family full of murderous psychopaths?”
“Can you think of a more protected child?”
