“Yes, please,” Dylan moaned, straining his neck to reach August’s body.
“All right,” Ryker grunted, amused. He lifted up to his knees, holding Dylan in place on his knot, and scooted forward so that he could let Dylan fall forward and have access to the full expanse of August’s upper body. “There you go. He’s all yours.”
Dylan buried his face in August’s pecs, pushing his face between the muscular slabs and licking over them with a noise of sheer delight. As he licked, he reached up and groped August’s pecs, squeezing the meaty muscle with obvious relish.
August met Ryker’s gaze with a smug little smirk. He looked inordinately pleased with himself.
“You’re so greedy for it,” August said, making Dylan whimper in embarrassment and stop licking. August laughed. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” He shoved Dylan’s head under his arm, pushing him into the pungent mix of sweat and come and holding him in place so that he couldn’t escape.
“Lick it clean,” he growled, rubbing Dylan’s face into his pit.
Dylan whimpered and resumed licking, and when August finally let him up and gestured for him to move to the other side, his face and hair were a mess. He looked like he’d taken a bath in August’s sweat and come.
Ryker’s knot was still going strong by the time Dylan was finished with August’s chest and pits. As Dylan bent his neck to lick as much come as he could off August’s abs, Ryker could feel that he still had a good ten minutes before he would start to deflate.
In his efforts to reach lower on August’s stomach – probably trying to reach his neatly trimmed pubes – Dylan was tugging uncomfortably on Ryker’s knot.
“Okay, that’s enough of that,” Ryker declared, grabbing Dylan by his shoulder and lifting him up to his chest and away from August’s torso. “Let’s get you into a better position. Do you want to eat August’s ass?”
Dylan froze, no longer trying to get back to August, and then started nodding furiously.
Ryker laughed. “Let’s spin you around and get you on your back.”
Ryker moved back on the bed and then turned Dylan around so that they were chest to chest. The drag on his knot as he manhandled Dylan into position was exquisite, but judging by the grunt of pain Dylan let out, he didn’t enjoy it nearly as much.
“Down you go,” Ryker said, leaning forward and lowering Dylan down to the mattress so that he was on his back. As soon as the back of Dylan’s head hit the bed, August scooted forward and planted his naked ass down on his face. He crouched down with his feet on either side of Dylan’s head, squatting over him, the position making his cheeks spread and letting him put his hole down on Dylan’s mouth.
Dylan was cut off mid breath, August’s ass smothering him completely.
August ground his ass down with a growl of pleasure, pushing Dylan’s head into the mattress and letting his head take the full weight of his body. When he was done, he licked his lips and grinned at Ryker.
“Having fun?” Ryker asked, tracing Dylan’s rim where it was holding on to his knot. Dylan twitched, but with August sitting on him there was nothing he could do.
“This is pretty nice,” August said. He leaned forward, and Ryker didn’t have to ask what he wanted. He leaned forward, meeting August in a passionate kiss that had his knot throbbing.
They made out for a good twenty seconds, after which Dylan started tapping on August’s thigh that he needed to breathe.
“I should let him up for air,” August said, pulling away from Ryker’s mouth.
Ryker nodded, leaning forward to kiss him again as August lifted his ass up and let Dylan take a desperate breath.
He only got the one, and then August slammed his ass back down on his face.
“Mean,” Ryker commented, laughing and pulling away breathlessly. He reached down and fondled Dylan’s cock, the straining length throbbing against his palm as he wrapped his fingers around it. “Did he come when you were sucking him off?”
August nodded. “He did.”
Ryker hadn’t noticed. He tapped Dylan’s side to signal he wanted his attention. August lifted his ass up, letting Dylan fill his lungs and regain his breath.
“I’m going to jerk you off while August sits on your face. He’s not going to let you breathe until you come, but you can still tap out if it gets too much. Do you understand?”
Dylan held up his thumb, still breathing hard but sounding eager.
“August, whenever you’re ready.”
August sat down, keeping his movements slow as he wiggled his muscular butt from side to side and pushed Dylan’s head down into the mattress with his ass.
“I’m ready,” August said. He reached for Dylan’s nipples, giving them a tweak that had Dylan clench down on Ryker’s knot.
