Dylan grabbed the shaft of August’s boot, leaning forward and pressing his forehead against August’s thigh as he let out a moan.
“Yeah, that’s how you like it,” August said, his voice dark as he ground his boot down on Dylan’s cock and balls, still not pressing down hard enough to hurt. He lifted his foot, nudging Dylan’s cock up against his stomach and stepping on it. Looking down over Dylan’s shoulder, Steve could see the omega’s cockhead sticking out from underneath the smooth leather sole.
It looked small and vulnerable compared to August’s massive boot.
August pushed his foot down, pressing Dylan’s cock into his stomach and grinding it into his barely there abs.
Dylan whimpered, hugging August’s leg and shuddering as August squeezed his cock.
“Was that what you wanted?” August asked, removing his foot and taking a step back. He sat down and grabbed the heel of his right foot, holding on tight as he yanked off his boot and tossed it off the side of the bed. He repeated the action on his other foot and then got back to his feet to take off his pants.
Dylan stared at him like he was the world’s most talented burlesque performer.
“If you want, we can have some fun the next time I’m in uniform,” Steve suggested, jealous of the intense interest Dylan was showing August. “I could put you in cuffs and trample you as much as you’d like.”
Dylan turned to look at him, his mouth parted with slack arousal.
“You can?”
Steve nodded. “I could even wear my gloves and bring that riding crop you liked today.”
Dylan shuddered and closed his eyes, turning away and leaning back against his chest. Steve wrapped his arms around him and held him close.
“That sounds nice,” Dylan said.
“It does,” Ryker agreed. He nudged Steve with his shoulder. “Make sure you invite me to watch.”
“I will,” Steve promised. He liked the idea of Ryker watching him put Dylan through his paces.
“And August,” Dylan added. “He has to be there, too.”
August made a pleased little sound as he moved back into position and sat down next to Steve. His legs were sweaty, the pungent scent of man and alpha emanating off him, and Steve took a second to wish that he’d taken off his own pants before getting comfortable.
He wasn’t going to bother now.
“Thank you, Dylan,” August said. “It’s a date.”
Steve leaned his head back against the headboard, relaxing and letting himself enjoy the company of his mates and the sensation of Dylan’s perfect hole squeezing his knot just right. He’d stopped coming, his load filling Dylan’s gut and making his stomach visibly bloat, but it would still be a while before his knot went down enough that he could slip it out.
As far as Steve was concerned, it could take as long as it needed to take. He’d never been more comfortable or felt more content, his sweaty leather pants notwithstanding, and he was determined to savor every moment of his first time knotting his omega.
He reached up and pinched Dylan’s nipple, twisting it gently and making him clamp down on his knot. The feeling was so good he couldn’t help but pinch harder, twisting Dylan’s nipple and giving it a tug, lifting his other hand up as well and finding Dylan’s other nipple and giving it the same treatment.
“Steve,” Dylan whined, clenching down on his knot and trying to writhe away from his fingers.
“Is he being mean to you?” Ryker asked, reaching between Dylan’s legs and pinching the head of his cock.
Dylan said nothing, gritting his teeth as Steve tugged both his nipples away from his body, stretching and pinching them and making him clench down harder than ever.
“I’m not being mean,” Steve said, releasing Dylan’s nipples and rubbing them. “He loves this.”
Dylan slumped, breathing hard and lifting his hands to hold Steve’s fingers where they rested over his chest.
“I do,” he agreed. “It’s so weird. I wasn’t kinky at all before I met you guys.”
Ryker and August chuckled, while Steve smiled. He couldn’t imagine a vanilla version of his little omega. The idea was just wrong – like savory ice-cream.
“Do you regret it?” August asked, stroking the tips of his fingers over Dylan’s thigh.
