Quinn flicked his gaze up at August, taking note of how hard he was trying not to finish until Quinn gave him permission.
He would have to reward him later.
Quinn hummed around the thick length filling his mouth, the vibration drawing a sharp gasp from August. He could feel August’s abs clenching, the man’s body tensing as he pinched his nipples roughly, chasing that dual sensation of sharp pain and building ecstasy.
Quinn’s own cock ached, pulsing with need, but he focused on August. Sucking harder, he pressed his tongue against the vein that ran along the underside, urging more of those desperate sounds from his throat.
Not yet. He didn’t want August to come just yet.
Quinn’s mouth worked August’s cock, his lips sliding up and down the rigid shaft while his tongue flicked against the sensitive frenulum.
August hissed and bucked his hips upward, pushing deeper into the wet heat of Quinn’s throat. Quinn gagged softly but didn’t pull back, choosing to relax his jaw instead so he could take it all, nose brushing against August’s trimmed pubic hair.
Quinn felt it coming. August’s cock swelled thicker in his mouth, the veins pulsing against his tongue in time with his racing heart. He doubled down, bobbing faster, one hand slipping down to squeeze August’s balls gently, rolling them in his palm, while the other gave two taps to his thigh.
Permission granted.
Come.
August cried out, and hot spurts of cum flooded Quinn’s mouth, coating his tongue and sliding down his throat. He wished he could see thegrand finale, but August had clamped his thighs together, thrusting erratically through his orgasm and effectively blocking his view.
August continued to fill Quinn’s willing mouth, groaning as Quinn swallowed greedily, milking every drop with his mouth and hand. There was a lot, but Quinn realized they hadn’t had sex in a while, so he understood why August was so damn pent up.
Even so, he didn’t spill a drop, sucking lazily until August slumped, spent and shuddering. Quinn pulled off slowly, licking his lips clean of the last traces, his eyes locked on August’s flushed face as the man released his sore nipples with a hiss.
“Fuck,” August groaned. “I think you sucked my brain out.”
Quinn leaned up and poked August’s nipple, jumping when the man flinched and yelped. They were an angry shade of red that stood out against August’s porcelain skin, and Quinn was maybe alittleconcerned the swelling wouldn’t go down before August had to go bare-chested in the locker room.
“I’m less worried about your brain and more worried about your friends here,” said Quinn.
August was still teetering in subspace, but when his gaze dropped to his nipples, he fully came out of it with a horrified gasp.
“What did I do to myself? How did that not hurt?”
Quinn chuckled and brushed past the question to ask the one he really wanted to know. “How are you feeling? Do you want to go back to the restraints, or do you want to take a bath with me? Tell me what you need, August.”
August’s posture went from casual to relaxed again, and Quinn felt his heart stutter. It was surprising how fast August handed back the control to him, but at least that meant he could always expect a true answer from him.
“I can play tonight,” said August. “I felt like running when I left the basement, but now all I want is that bath with you.”
This was the answer Quinn had been hoping for.
Smiling, Quinn stood and cupped August’s face, pulling him into a kiss. He kept it sweet with the barest brush of tongues, even though he wanted to throw August on the bed and mount him.
But there would be time to get off in the bath since Quinn was determined to fuck the rest of August’s worries out of him. He didn’t know what kind of state he would be sending August onto the ice in, but if he could skate, it would be a miracle.
Images of blood soaking the ice and Eren’s seizing body made his breath hitch, but Quinn quickly shook it off before August could notice.
“Come on,” he said, offering August a hand. “Bath, food, and then hockey. Also, I refuse to be held accountable for any teasing you encounter from your teammates. If they bother you, remind them that I’m friends with their wives and I’m more than willing to teach them how to gift-wrap their hockey husbands.”
August’s smile waseverything.
“Jeez, you don’t fuck around, do you?”
“When it comes to you?” Quinn asked, brushing his hands through August’s hair. “Never.”
Chapter 40
