“Any kind you want,” August said.
“Do you want to?” Steve asked, hooking his chin over Dylan’s shoulder and speaking quietly into his ear. Dylan knew that August and Ryker had heard the question, too, but the illusion of privacy was appreciated.
“Only if you want to,” Dylan said.
“I’m asking ifyouwant to,” Steve said.
“I always want to,” Dylan admitted. Except for when his hole felt like it was on fire and he couldn’t move because he was so tired, he was pretty much down to suck, sit on, or rub his alphas’ cocks whenever they wanted.
“Do you want tonow?”
“I don’t want to pressure you,” Dylan said, worried that Steve was getting bullied into performing when he wasn’t emotionally ready to do so.
Steve, rather than take the heartfelt words as they were intended, laughed.
“You’re adorable. You’re really not angry with me at all?”
Dylan shook his head. “No.”
“And you want to have sex with me?”
Dylan nodded. “I do.”
“Then I’d love to put on a show for our elders.”
“Hey!” August objected, making Dylan laugh. He looked so offended, it was hilarious.
“You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to,” Steve said, sliding his hand between Dylan’s legs and squeezing his cock. “If you need to take a nap, we won’t be offended.”
Dylan would have laughed if he wasn’t so busy gasping at the sensation of Steve groping him through his jeans. Steve was fondling his glans through his jeans and underwear, using the tip of his thumb and forefinger, and Dylan was fully hard and well on his way to coming from the simple touch.
“You think you can last long enough that I’ll have time to take a nap?” August taunted, making Steve freeze.
Dylan’s stomach swooped. That was a challenge, and Dylan was the one who would bear the brunt of Steve meeting it. He was so excited he almost came on the spot.
“Dylan, any requests?” Steve asked, sitting up a little straighter and resting his hand casually between Dylan’s legs.
“What kind of requests?” Dylan asked.
“For right now,” Steve said. “What do you want me to do with you?”
Dylan swallowed. “Whatever you want.”
Steve chuckled, and the little hairs on the back of Dylan’s neck rose.
“I don’t think you mean that,” Steve said, the words a warning. “Be more specific.”
Dylan couldn’t seem to get enough air into his lungs. He bit his lip and closed his eyes, feeling August and Ryker’s eyes on him as Steve casually started groping his crotch again.
“I want you to pinch my nipples,” Dylan said, gasping when Steve immediately pushed his hand under his shirt and grabbed his left nipple, twisting it harder than August or Ryker ever had.
“Like this?” Steve asked, pinching down with the tips of his fingernails while he squeezed Dylan’s cock through his jeans. “Or is that too soft?”
“No, not too soft,” Dylan rushed to say, feeling like there was a string connecting his nipple to his groin. Every time Steve squeezed down, the string tightened and pulled on his cock. “Like that.”
“What else?” Steve kept twisting and pinching his nipple, getting rougher and making Dylan cry out.
“I want to suck your cock,” Dylan said, the pain in his nipple building until it was almost unbearable. “And your balls!”
