“Thank you,” Dylan said, swallowing.
“You’re welcome,” Steve said, straightening and grinning at August. He turned to Ryker. “Do you want to come?”
The bulge in Ryker’s suit was obscene.
Ryker shook his head and grinned, groping himself and licking his lips. “No, I think I’ll wait until his ass is available.”
Dylan bit his lip, shooting Ryker a nervous glance. He’d already been fucked pretty hard, and Steve could understand being wary of another round.
“I’ll go easy on you,” Ryker said, rubbing Dylan’s stomach and giving his cock a quick squeeze. “Don’t worry.”
Steve hadn’t noticed that Dylan was hard again.
“My knot usually lasts a while,” Steve warned. He didn’t have much experience knotting humans, but the last time he’d had sex he’d stayed tied for almost forty minutes.
“That’s okay,” Ryker said. “Though if that’s the case, you should make yourself comfortable.”
Steve looked at Dylan, retracting his claws and making his sharp canines go back to normal while he waited for their omega to have his say.
Wolfing out was fun, but now that he’d calmed down it made him feel a little silly.
“I want to sit on your lap,” Dylan said, giving his opinion without being prompted.
“I’ll have to turn you around.” Steve gave his cock an experimental tug. He was completely locked into place. “It could be uncomfortable.”
“It’s not too bad,” Dylan said, obviously speaking from experience. “But you have to do it. I’m too tired to move.”
Steve chuckled and reached down, grabbing Dylan’s waist and lifting him up, awkwardly spinning him around mid-air until Dylan’s back was facing him and he could hold him against his chest.
“That’s one way to do it,” August said, making Steve scowl. He bit back the impulse to ask how else he was supposed to have done it. He didn’t want August thinking he didn’t know.
“He’s so strong,” Dylan agreed, sounding impressed. Steve grinned, shooting August a cocky look.
“I am,” he agreed, making August huff and roll his eyes. The grin he sent him after was fond, however, and Steve responded in kind.
August was a douchebag, but he was his douchebag. He liked him so much.
“Come on, let’s sit up by the headboard,” Steve said, carrying Dylan around the mattress and up to the top of the bed. He took a seat, stretching his legs out in front of him, and held Dylan against his chest.
Dylan wriggled, getting comfortable on his knot.
“I’ll get us all something to drink,” Ryker said, heading toward the door.
“Thanks,” August said. He climbed up on the bed and sat down next to Steve, their arms and shoulders touching. Steve turned his head and looked at him, blushing at the openly affectionate look August was sending him.
“Hey,” Steve said, squeezing Dylan against his chest like a teddy bear.
“That was some impressive pounding you did there.”
Dylan snorted, making Steve huff out a laugh. “Thanks.”
“We should have a competition some time,” August said. “See which one of us can last longer.”
“Dudes,” Dylan exclaimed, twisting his neck to glare at them. “Not cool.”
Ryker came back into the room before Steve could respond. He rubbed Dylan’s stomach and kissed the back of his head in apology.
“I bring refreshments,” Ryker said, taking a seat on Steve’s other side. He had four bottles of Gatorade with him, two in each hand. “Who wants blue, and who wants red?”
