Quinn never expected to meet someone he could explore BDSM with, but since they were both clearly enjoying the dynamic, it was time to dive deeper into his research. He wanted to care for August using different techniques, but he had to keep the discussion open to ensure that August was comfortable.
Outside of the house, August had to be a massive, scowling hockey player who was known to have a bad attitude. That’s why taking the position of August’s Dom sounded so appealing, because it would give August a place to be the opposite of who everyone expected him to be.
Crossing the threshold into their private space would strip away the mask, putting them into pre-determined roles where both parties knew what was expected of them. That wasn’t to say that Quinn had to be in control at all times, but if August needed to escape, one word could shift them into a dynamic that allowed him to not be August Snow for a while.
Quinn considered the possibilities while keeping a close eye on his phone, watching the minutes count down from ten to zero. August was so pliant by the time Quinn came forward and gripped his chin that his head went limp in his hold.
“So pretty,” said Quinn, brushing August’s messy bangs away so he could gaze into his half-open eyes. “You did so well, baby. I love how much you trust me to take care of you.”
August blinked and opened his eyes wider, like he had been sleeping until he’d heard Quinn’s voice. His cheeks darkened when the praise finally registered, and Quinn had to fight back the urge to fall to his knees and kiss August just so he could get his mouth on him.
“I’m going to untie your wrists enough so that you can move your arms,” said Quinn. “Then I want you to get up and sit on the edge of the bed so your knees can have a break.”
August swallowed before he answered, “Yes, Quinn.”
The obedience in August’s voice had heat pooling low in Quinn’s gut, but he clenched his jaw, ignoring his body’s reaction as he stepped behind August to untie him.
August stood as soon as his arms were free and walked to the bed. He wasn’t shaking anymore, and the wobbling was only because he’d been kneeling for so long, so Quinn was pleased with the physical outcome of the shibari session.
Quinn ordered August to take a moment while he went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He wanted to clean August’s face since thebleeding had stopped, and it would help ease the pain of the headache he undoubtedly had.
August had sat unmoving while he waited for Quinn’s return, hands gripping the edge of the bed, but still appearing calm. Quinn wiped the blood and tears away, then pressed the cloth to August’s eyes, smiling when the man gave a grateful groan.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” said Quinn. “Head? Anxiety?”
August pulled the cloth away and peered up at him. “Head is throbbing but bearable. Anxiety is going away. I don’t really feel it anymore, I’m just tired.”
Good. That was what Quinn wanted to hear.
“Let’s see if we can do better,” said Quinn, sinking to his knees between August’s spread thighs. “Are you here with me?”
Quinn already knew the answer because he had seen what August was like when he dissociated, but having him say it out loud would help anchor him more tightly to reality. He saw the flicker of understanding in August’s eyes before he took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m here with you, puppet master.”
The cheekiness was adorable, and Quinn wouldn’t be opposed if he ever became a brat tamer in the future.
“I’m going to suck your cock,” said Quinn, smirking when the muscle of August’s thighs suddenly flexed under his hands. “Be a good boy and play with your nipples while I get you off.”
August had to follow orders unless he truly wanted to stop, but since he was still in the haze of subspace and eager to do what Quinn asked, his hands quickly jumped to his pecs, fingers pinching raised nipples.
Watching August play with himself was so hot. And so was the moan that tore from August’s throat as he rolled the nubs between his fingers.
Quinn was so entranced by what was happening that he forgot all about the neglected cock twitching in his hand. Hell, he hadn’t realized he’d taken hold of it until he felt precum dribble over his fingers, reminding him that he had a job to do.
Not wanting to leave his lover hanging any longer, Quinn leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the swollen head of August’s dick to tease him. He parted his lips and dragged his tongue along the underside, tasting the salty precum and moaning at the taste.
August’s hips jerked, and he gasped, fingers gripping his nipples as Quinn swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up more of the leaking fluid before sucking the head into his mouth with a lewd groan.
He tried not to laugh when he thought about how sore August’s poor nipples were going to be by the end of this, but sometimes it was nice not to be the only one leaving the bedroom with bruises and aches.
Quinn hollowed his cheeks and sucked, grinning when August’s moans grew louder, his fingers rolling both nipples harder as Quinn set a lazy rhythm.
“Fuck, Quinn,” August rasped, watching Quinn through unfocused, half-lidded eyes.
Quinn took him deeper, inch by inch, his hand stroking the base of August’s cock in firm, twisting pumps to match the rhythm of his bobbing head. Saliva dripped down August’s shaft, mixing with the steady flow of precum, making everything slick and messy.
“Can I come? Oh, fuck—”
