When Ryker was done coming, his muscles relaxing with post-orgasmic bliss, August crawled up until they were face to face so that he could kiss his mate and feed his come back to him.
“Gross,” Ryker growled, wrenching his face away when he realized August hadn’t swallowed. He spit his come out of his mouth, hitting August’s shirt, glaring up at him as August laughed and finished swallowing. “You’re such a dick.”
August wiped his mouth and nuzzled into Ryker’s neck. His chin was lightly stubbled, the blond hairs almost invisible, and it felt nice when August rubbed his cheek against it.
“You love that I’m a dick.”
Ryker’s expression turned mushy and fond. “I guess you’re okay.”
* * *
August and Ryker stayed on the couch for about an hour, cuddling and enjoying the afterglow of Ryker’s orgasm, but after a while August was starting to feel a bit too sticky and unwashed to stay put.
“I need a shower,” he said, sitting up and climbing off the couch.
Ryker blinked up at him, momentarily confused, and August realized he’d fallen asleep while they were cuddling.
“I’ll come with,” Ryker said, yawning and climbing off the couch. He stretched, arching his back and stretching out his arms.
“Tough workout?” August asked, waiting until Ryker was done before he led the way out of the living room.
“The usual,” Ryker answered, rubbing his jaw. “Just a long day at work.”
August let out a sympathetic hum. Ryker was a corporate lawyer, and though he made an insane amount of money, his job was really stressful.
He loved it, though. Ryker thrived in the cut-throat world of business, and August pitied anyone who ended up across the negotiating table from him.
“How about you?” Ryker asked, following him into the bathroom. They both stripped. “How was your day, other than the roleplay?”
August shrugged, tossing his clothes in the basket to be sent to the drycleaners. “The usual. Not too busy.” He turned on the shower and waited for the water to heat up. “Honestly, the most exciting thing I did was remove Dylan’s mole.”
He stepped into the shower, moaning in pleasure as the hot spray beat down on his back.
He turned around to find Ryker looking at him with a frown.
“Dylan, as in the human you tied to a gynecological chair and fucked?”
August nodded. “Yeah. Why?”
“You performed an actual medical procedure on him? Not just as part of the roleplay, but as a doctor?”
August nodded, suddenly unsure. “Why?”
Ryker pinched the bridge of his nose. “August, you fucking moron. Do you have any idea what kind of malpractice suits this opens you up to? You were already skirting close to the line by roleplaying in your office, but if you performed a medically necessary procedure on him, that makes you his doctor. What were you thinking?”
August hadn’t even considered that. He was just beingnice.
“Dylan wouldn’t sue me,” he said, Ryker’s lecturing tone making him defensive. “He’s not like that.”
Ryker rolled his eyes. “Right. Of course the catfish you met three hours ago wouldn’t do something like that.” He crossed his arms. “How do you know this wasn’t his plan all along? He could be typing up his blackmail letter as we speak.”
August huffed and turned around, not answering. He grabbed the bodywash and a fresh washcloth and started cleaning himself off, rubbing the cloth aggressively over his skin.
Ryker was never more annoying than when he got paranoid.
“August, we need to-”
August turned around and jabbed Ryker in the chest. “Can you just try not to be so fucking pessimistic for like one day? It’s exhausting.”
