They had a lot in common. As he read through the list, August was a little surprised to see that Steve was something of a sadist. Where August had only indicated mild interest in things like hot wax, clothespins and electricity, Steve had marked those down as a strong yes. Things that August had marked down as a hard no, like branding and scarification, Steve had indicated as mildly interested.
Steve also apparently had a thing for breath play. August had never gotten the appeal of that particular kink, though he knew that Ryker got a huge hard-on whenever he got to choke someone out, so he wasn’t unfamiliar with the concept.
“We’re a good fit,” August said, looking up from his phone once he’d finished reading through the results. “Though I’m not sure Dylan will ever let you brand him.”
“What the fuck?” William said, the words exploding out of him as he rounded on his brother. “You want tobrandpeople? Like they’re fucking cows?”
Steve squirmed, shooting August a betrayed look as his brother made exaggerated gagging noises.
“Not a big brand,” Steve defended himself. “Just a little one, with my initials or something like that.”
William jumped up and marched back to the bathroom. “Nope, I did not hear that. I refuse to have that information in my brain. I’ll see you when we land. If any of you need to use the bathroom, you can pee on Steve. I’m sure he’d enjoy it.”
William slammed the door to the small bathroom shut, after which August burst out into laughter.
“It’s not funny!” Steve hissed. He crossed his arms, looking embarrassed.
“It’s a little funny,” Ryker said, joining the conversation. He shot Steve a stern look. “You don’t do anything like that to Dylan without my permission, understand?”
Steve nodded. “Of course.”
From behind the bathroom door, William wailed, “Oh my god, stop talking about it!”
August’s phone vibrated in his pocket again, and this time when he pulled it out, he saw that Dylan had also accepted Steve’s request to match with him.
He sat back and watched as Steve nervously opened the results, enjoying the way the younger alpha’s eyes lit up and his cock hardened against his thigh as he realized just how kinky his new omega actually was.
When he was done, Steve’s pupils were blown wide open and he was breathing hard.
“Any surprises?” August asked, grinning at Steve’s aroused state. He glanced over and saw that Ryker was also enjoying the view, taking a break from obsessing over his upcoming fights.
“Stomping,” Steve said, licking his lips. “With boots.”
August’s cock twitched, remembering how nice it felt to feel Dylan beneath his feet. He’d been very gentle about it – nothing you could call stomping – and he wondered what it would be like to watch Steve put on his big police boots and trample Dylan into the ground.
“Nice.” August put his hand over his bulge, giving it a squeeze. He wasn’t going to jerk off with William in the cabin with them, but he’d allow himself a brief couple of gropes. “Anything else?”
Steve frowned, looking back down at his phone and scrolling. After a minute, he looked up with a confused pout. “We didn’t match on watersports?”
August sighed. “Yeah, he’s not into bodily fluids other than come. It sucks, but there’s not much we can do.”
“Maybe if we show him how fun it is, he’ll change his mind?” Steve suggested.
“We’re not doing that,” Ryker said, giving Steve a stern look. “We’re going to respect the results.”
Steve slumped, cowed by the firmness of Ryker’s tone.
“We could-”
The bathroom door burst open and a red-faced William barged into the aisle. “Jesus Christ, would you stop talking about this? Steve, please, I am begging you!”
Ryker narrowed his eyes at the young beta, making him close his mouth with a snap of his jaw and take a step back.
“Sorry, this is just making me really uncomfortable.”
Ryker nodded and looked at Steve. “Your little brother is right. It’s not appropriate to discuss these things while he’s present. We have all the time in the world to figure out our sex life after we get Dylan home.”
“Okay,” Steve said. He turned to William. “Sorry.”
