He managed to get it into his mouth and started chewing, letting out a whimper when August started digging into the muscle under his shoulder blade.
It didn’t hurt, but the pressure was right on the edge of what he could bear.
He tried to aim the fork again, but he dropped it when August unexpectedly crouched down and took hold of his head, using his thumbs to massage behind his ears.
“I’ll help,” Ryker said. He rose up and walked over to Dylan’s side of the table, stopping in front of him and leaning his hip against the tabletop. He picked up one of the scallops and held it up to Dylan’s mouth, the tips of his fingers glistening with melted butter.
“Open,” he commanded.
Dylan’s lips parted almost of their own accord, his mouth going slack as he looked up at Ryker with wide eyes.
“Good boy,” Ryker said, pushing the scallop into his mouth. The tips of his fingers rested on Dylan’s lips after he’d pushed the plump little morsel onto his tongue. “Chew it. Doesn’t it taste good?”
Dylan gasped for breath and started chewing, the scallop somehow tasting a million times better than the one he’d had before.
August kept massaging his shoulders, his hands magic, though he’d eased up on the pressure and was now groping him more than anything. He kept touching the side of Dylan’s neck, right over his bruise, the dull tenderness going right to Dylan’s cock.
“The juices are good, aren’t they?” Ryker asked, ignoring the last remaining scallop and swiping his fingers through the melted butter they had been cooked in. He coated the tips of his fingers in the glistening juice and lifted them up, pushing them into Dylan’s mouth.
He let his fingers rest on Dylan’s tongue, the taste of butter and the feel of August’s fingers making Dylan moan.
“That’s it, suck them nice and clean,” Ryker said, his voice a deeper rumble than usual. He pushed his fingers in and out, fucking Dylan’s mouth with easy little jabs.
After a few minutes, he pulled his fingers out and wiped them clean on Dylan’s cheek.
Dylan felt like he was in a trance. They’d been having a normal conversation, and then just like that August seemed to have taken hold of reality and shifted them into a porno universe.
They were in public! Steve the waiter could walk in at any second and see Ryker finger-fucking his mouth.
Dylan didn’t care.
“The last one,” Ryker said, picking up the remaining scallop. He brought it to Dylan’s lips, pushing it gently inside his mouth, and then lifted his fingers to his own lips and licked them clean.
Normally, Dylan would have been disgusted by someone licking their fingers at a restaurant, but right now it just made him wish Ryker would bend him over the table and fuck him senseless.
“That’s enough for now, I think,” August said. He lifted his hands off Dylan’s shoulders and grabbed his hair, yanking his head back and grinning down at him. “Open your mouth.”
Dylan’s mouth was already partly open just from having his head leaning back, but he opened it further anyway.
August spit into his mouth.
Dylan could feel the wad of spit hit the corner of his mouth, wet and heavy, before it landed on his tongue, sliding toward the back of his throat and making him gag.
Unlike the last time August spit in his mouth, he didn’t follow it up with a kiss. The wad of spit lingered on the back of Dylan’s throat, making him feel gross and humiliated.
“Good boy,” August said, letting go of his hair and giving his cheek a light slap. He walked back around the table, taking a seat and looking very happy with himself.
Dylan glanced up at Ryker, only to see the alpha watching him with dark eyes. He reached out and traced Dylan’s mouth with his thumb, brushing over his bottom teeth.
“You’re so cute.” Ryker sounded dangerous. “It makes me want to lose control.” He let go of Dylan’s lip, pulling his hand back and grinning ruefully. “But don’t worry, I won’t.”
Dylan swallowed, forgetting until August’s spit was sliding down his throat exactly what he was swallowing.
He took a deep breath and tore his gaze away from Ryker, looking to August where he sat slouched in his seat like a lazy lion.
“I’m not sure…” Dylan swallowed again, feeling weirdly floaty. “I’m not sure I liked that.”
The shift in energy was abrupt. August and Ryker went from looking like a couple of characters in a very realistic porno, and then just like that they were back in the real world.
