August texted Steve the restaurant information and then went online to order. He didn’t know what Dylan liked, so he erred on the side of ordering too much. It would be fine. He and Ryker would finish off whatever they didn’t eat for lunch and dinner the next day.
As he was entering his payment information, Ryker walked back into the living room. He looked smug.
“You talked to Dylan?” August asked, eyeing the bulge in Ryker’s pants and unconsciously licking his lips.
“He’s coming over in an hour and a half. He just needs to finish up at the lab.” Ryker dropped down next to him and draped his arm over the back of August’s shoulders. “Make sure you order enough food.”
August’s stomach swooped, a warm fluttery feeling filling his chest. “Don’t worry, I ordered enough. Steve is picking it up on his way.”
Ryker lifted his hand and threaded his fingers through August’s hair, scratching over his scalp in soothing moments. He leaned in and kissed the side of his head.
August closed his eyes, goosebumps on his arms. He loved when Ryker petted him like this.
“Want some help with that?” he asked, eyes closed as he reached over and felt his way up Ryker’s thigh. His mate’s erection filled his grip, covered by the silky soft wool of his suit trousers.
“What are we talking about?” Ryker asked, spreading his legs and scooting forward so that he sat on the edge of the couch.
“I want to blow you.” August opened his eyes and shot his mate a lazy blink. He bit his lip, grinning at Ryker’s heated expression.
“I wouldn’t mind that.”
“No?” August gave Ryker’s bulge a squeeze. He moved his feet off the coffee table and sank to his knees on the floor, shuffling between his mate’s legs, and nuzzled into Ryker’s crotch with a heady sniff. He pushed his face into the bulge, rubbing his cheek against the hard length before looking up at Ryker and placing an open-mouthed kiss on his suited balls.
Ryker was biting his lip, breaths coming fast, his hands clenched by his side as he struggled not to grab August by the hair and take control.
“Take it out.”
Ryker’s voice was tinged with a growl, and August’s arms prickled with goosebumps at the sheer power his mate was holding back.
He couldn’t take Ryker in a fight, but his mate still kept himself in check and allowed August to set the pace.
“Sure,” August said, reaching up and unzipping Ryker’s pants. He pushed his nose into the opening, finding Ryker’s balls and breathing in the musky scent while he kept rubbing Ryker’s cock where it lay trapped against his thigh.
“August.”
Ryker’s voice was a warning.
“All right,” August laughed, reaching into Ryker’s pants and freeing his cock. He had to undo the button at Ryker’s waist to make it happen, but pretty soon he had the thick monster free, the throbbing monster leaking a steady stream of pre-come and pointing right at him. He leaned forward and took it in his mouth.
“Fuck!”
Ryker grabbed him by the hair, fingers clenching down and pulling, but before August could make a noise of complaint, he let go.
The taste of Ryker’s cock was exquisite. It filled his mouth, pushing down on his tongue with a heaviness that felt deliberate, slick with pre-come and tasting like faint sweat and musk. August spent a moment pushing his tongue under Ryker’s foreskin, rubbing it around the bulbous head, enjoying the way his mate bucked and shuddered at his ministrations.
When he could tell Ryker was about to grab his hair again, his frustration reaching a breaking point, he wrapped his fingers over the base of Ryker’s shaft where his knot was already forming, and went to work.
Sloppy and drooling, August sucked Ryker’s cock like his life depended on it.
“Fuck!” Ryker grunted, his abs contracting and making his balls pull up. August smirked around the thick cock in his mouth and took the length deeper, squeezing and jerking Ryker’s knot with the ease of years of experience.
It didn’t take long before Ryker was grabbing one of the pillows next to him and biting into it as he exploded into August’s mouth.
Instead of trying to swallow the massive amounts of come gushing into his mouth, August expertly let it gather on his tongue and run down the length of Ryker’s shaft, mixing with his spit and making an absolute mess of the front of Ryker’s pants and the leather sofa cushion beneath him.
“This is why my dry cleaner hates me,” Ryker huffed, satisfied and grinning as he petted August’s hair. He spread his legs wider and moved back on the couch, slouching.
August just grinned, licking the tip of Ryker’s cock, squeezing his knot one final time. He swallowed Ryker’s last little spurt of come with a happy noise of contentment and leaned back, sitting on his haunches, and grinned.
