The touch sent a spark of electric pleasure racing up August’s arm.
“Your hand is like three times bigger than mine,” Dylan said, tracing the pads of August’s palm with the tips of his fingers.
When he was shifted, the pads of August’s palms were firmer than they were in his human form. It wasn’t as noticeable a change as the razor-sharp claws at the tips of his fingers were, but they were different enough to the touch that August worried Dylan would find it weird.
Dylan looked fascinated. He moved his fingers further up August’s hand, tracing the length of his fingers, feeling all the way to the tips of his claws and pressing down on the sharp points to test what they felt like.
August closed his eyes as Dylan explored his hand and fingers, helpless to resist as each curious touch and brush of Dylan’s fingers made his cock twitch and swell against his hip. He swallowed, his abs trembling with tension as his cock lifted away from his hip, tenting the fabric of his underwear and pulling it away from his body.
Dylan, his attention on August’s hand, took a second to notice. He glanced down, not noticing, and then did a double take as he yanked his hand back from August’s palm.
“Sorry,” August said, his voice so rough that it almost sounded like a growl. “You can just ignore it.”
He reached down to adjust his erection, trying to make the tent in his briefs look less extreme.
“Okay,” Dylan said, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch the bulge.
“Or you can touch it,” August said, licking his bottom lip. “Whatever you want. I’ll just stand here.”
Dylan was breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on the enormous bulge in August’s briefs. He lifted his hand and held it an inch away from August’s crotch, his fingers trembling as he closed the distance between his hand and August’s cock, palming August’s shaft through the stretched-out cotton of his underwear.
August’s thighs clenched tight, the sensation of Dylan’s hand on his cock making his gut clench and his balls pull up tight. The sudden movement made Dylan gasp and retract his hand, bringing it to his chest and holding it like he’d been burned.
“Sorry,” August grunted. He clenched his fists, the urge to reach down and free his cock overwhelming.
“It’s okay,” Dylan said. He lifted his hand back up and cupped August’s balls, feeling them where they filled the pouch of his briefs and giving them a gentle squeeze.
August almost came on the spot.
“Do you want to watch the movie now?” Dylan asked, releasing his hold on August’s balls and taking a step back.
It took August a second to make sense of the question, his attention focused solely on what he could do to make Dylan touch himmore.
“Sure,” August said, forcing down his disappointment and the part of him that wanted to pin Dylan against the mattress and hump his face until he came. “Do you want me to change back?”
Dylan bit his lip, a blush suffusing his cheeks. “Do you maybe want to stay like that?” he asked, glancing up at August through his lashes. “We could watch the movie and cuddle?”
August loved that idea. Other than fucking, he could think of nothing better than getting to hug Dylan close, feeling his body pressed up against his own as he breathed in the enticing scent of his omega.
“I would love to.”
He patted Dylan’s shoulder, squeezing the side of his neck on the opposite side from where Miller had bitten him, and walked past him. Stepping up on the bed, August walked up to the headboard and turned around, dropping down on his ass and leaning while spreading his legs out in front of him.
“Do you want to sit here?” August patted the space between his thighs. His cock was still tenting his briefs, stretching the cotton and showing off the shape of his glans, and if Dylan sat in the spot he was patting, it would leave him sitting right up against August’s bulge.
“Okay,” Dylan said, staring at August’s muscular thighs and big bulge with nervous trepidation mixed with clear want. He climbed up on the bed and moved into position between August’s legs. “Like this?”
He turned around, brushing against the insides of August’s massive thighs, waiting for August’s nod before taking a seat between them.
“That’s it,” August said, his cock twitching as Dylan leaned back against it.
He closed his eyes as he told his traitorous cock not to get too excited. Just because it was pressed into Dylan’s back didn’t mean that anything was going to happen.
“This feels so weird,” Dylan said, putting his hand on August’s thigh. He stroked over the thick muscle, making it twitch in response.
“Bad, weird?” August asked, rubbing Dylan’s shoulders.
Dylan shook his head, August’s massage making him relax against him, putting pressure on August’s bulge and making August catch his breath. Dylan looked up over his shoulder, oblivious to howgoodhe was making August feel. “No, justweird, weird. You’re so huge. It’s making me feel all funny.”
