August watched him for a moment, his cock throbbing and leaking, pre-come dripping down the length of his shaft and down to where Dylan’s face was trapped against his bulge.
Clenching his thighs, tightening the muscle, August watched Dylan’s head between his legs with a bone deep sort of satisfaction. He squeezed harder, making Dylan grunt at the pressure, the feeling of Dylan’s head trapped between his legs making him feel like he was on top of the world.
“Do you like that?” August asked, his voice dipping into a growl as he released some of the pressure on Dylan’s head. Rather than answer with words, Dylan pushed his face harder against August’s balls, trying to suck one of them into his mouth before giving up and moving down to nuzzle at his taint instead.
The sensation of Dylan’s nose digging around under his balls was more than August could take. He wrapped his hands around his cock, pumping his shaft with firm strokes as he squeezed Dylan’s head to keep him in place. He leaned back, lifting his ass so that Dylan could go deeper, reaching down and pushing on his head to move him into his crack where he wanted him.
August felt like he was being dragged toward his orgasm by a team of galloping horses. He was powerless to stop it, his balls pulling tight and his cock throbbing to the beat of his pulse as he fucked into his fist with abandon.
Dylan pushed his nose into August’s crack, digging into the space between his muscular glutes, and when August lifted his hips up and relaxed his legs just enough so that he could push Dylan’s head into his ass, Dylan stuck out his tongue and licked at August’s hole through his briefs.
August had never hated his underwear more. He reached down and grabbed the hem of his underwear, his other hand still keeping Dylan’s face trapped in his crack, and ripped them off his body.
Dylan made a startled noise of shock, but when he realized he now had direct access to August’s hole, he pushed out his tongue and started licking.
The sensation of Dylan’s tongue pushing into his rim, swiping over his tight ass and licking over his crack, sent August careening over the edge of his orgasm. His gut clenched, his abs contracting, and with the force of a geyser, come shot out of his balls and into the air, hitting the underside of his chin and getting all over his chest. He pushed his hand down flat on his cockhead for the second spurt, the powerful gush of spunk hitting his palm and then dripping down his shaft and between his legs where Dylan’s head was still trapped.
Slumping back against the headboard, August pulled Dylan’s head up to his cock, grabbing him by his hair and lifting his mouth into place on his cockhead.
Dylan clambered up to his knees, grabbing August’s shaft with both hands, squeezing on his knot and jerking him off through his orgasm as he sucked on the head of his cock and drank down every thick spurt of come like he was taking manna directly from heaven.
When August finally stopped shooting, his balls drained and empty, Dylan sat back on his haunches with a deeply satisfied look on his face.
He blinked, staring down at August’s shifted cock with a considering look.
“What is it?” August asked. He scooped up some of the come on his chest, gathering it into his palm and holding it out for Dylan in case he wanted it.
Dylan licked his lips and leaned forward, bending down to lick the come straight out of August’s hand.
August stared at him, the sight of his omega licking come out of his hand like a pet giving him all sorts of ideas for other ways he could have Dylan act like his little pet.
When Dylan pulled back, wiping his mouth and licking his lips, he nodded down at August’s cock.
“If you ever try to put that thing inside of me, I’ll break up with you.”
August laughed, his cock twitching at the idea of getting to be anywhere close to Dylan’s tight vise of a hole.
“I promise that I won’t try to put it inside of you until you ask me to.” August leaned forward, looking down at Dylan with a grin. He leaned down and placed a kiss on his lips. “How about that?”
“I’m not going to ask you to,” Dylan said, kissing him again. He reached up and held August’s face, tracing his thumbs over the new ridges on his face. “I’m serious. That thing has to be like fourteen inches.”
“Thirteen,” August corrected. He licked into Dylan’s mouth, his shifted tongue nearly making Dylan gag when he licked too deep. He pulled back. “And it’s okay. There’s no pressure.”
Dylan smiled.
“Come on, we should shower before the others get back,” Dylan said. He climbed over August’s thigh and crawled off the bed, heading for the bathroom. “Do you want to shower together?”
“I’ll have to shift back to normal,” August warned.
Dylan nodded. “I know, but that’s okay. I think we proved pretty decisively that I’m not scared of you when you’re shifted.”
August grinned. “I guess we did.” He climbed off the bed, shifting back to his human form before his feet hit the floor. He walked over and cupped Dylan’s face in the palm of his hand. “Are you still feeling okay?”
Dylan nuzzled into his palm, nodding. “I still feel like Ishouldfeel bad, but I don’t. I just feel sorry for Steve that he has to go through this.”
He looked up at August, lifting his hand and resting it on August’s hip.
August pulled him into a hug. He knew that Dylan wasn’t out of the woods as far as experiencing an adverse reaction to his ordeal – that once they were back home where he felt safe he might have a breakdown – but if that happened, they would be there for him and deal with it.
