August hissed at the first touch of Quinn’s fingers closing around his dick, and his hands shot out of the water to grip the edge of the tub. “You know me too fucking well.”
The first stroke made August’s skin break out in goosebumps. There was too much friction, and he wasn’t joking about being oversensitive, butfuck, it felt amazing.
He opened his eyes just in time to watch Quinn spit into his hand before he went back to stroking him, and that did a whole lot of nothing because the water washed it away instantly, but it was sohot.
Quinn leaned in, bringing his mouth to August’s like he was about to kiss him, but then he stopped before the moment of contact. “I know you just came, but you’re ready to burst again,” he said, panting the words into the air between them. “I know you want to cum. You’re twitching and leaking all over my hand, so just let go for me, baby.”
That fucking petname was going to be the death of him.
“Your cock is so fucking thick.”
The rippling water did nothing to mask the sound of skin sliding over skin, or the whimpers leaving August’s mouth as Quinn physically and verbally took him apart.
“If I didn’t have to sit in those fucking cold chairs for hours and watch you chase a murder disk around with your friends, I would ride your dick for the next three hours just to watch you skate on wobbly legs.”
“Fuck—what are you even saying?”
Quinn smirked and grabbed August by the throat to stop him from talking, holding him in place while he readjusted.
August had been on the brink of coming, and he almost growled at Quinn for stopping until he felt the hand return, along with Quinn’s cock.August choked on his next breath, making a strangled sound as Quinn stroked them together, sending his senses into overdrive.
It was too much. The pressure, the slide of Quinn’s hot skin gliding over them, and the way they were panting into each other’s mouths instead of kissing, had set nearly every nerve in his body on fire.
“I’m going to wrap you in silk so everyone knows who you belong to,” said Quinn. He let go of August’s throat, giving him permission to speak again. “What do you say to that?”
August had no goddamn idea because the release of pressure around his throat had triggered something in his brain-to-dick communication, and he was too busy spilling cum onto his chest to form any coherent thought other than—
“Only you,” August gasped, thumping his head against the tub as his orgasm continued to knock the air out of him. “I only belong to you, Quinn. Holy shit. What the hell.”
One moan from Quinn as he followed him over the edge shattered the last of August’s restraint. He gripped the feral brunette by the hair and dragged him in for a kiss, fucking his tongue into his mouth as Quinn moaned and stroked them until they were both empty and lifeless in the water.
Quinn had his head on August’s chest and a hand still wrapped around their softening cocks, but he had enough energy to laugh while August struggled to remember what it felt like to have feet.
“When will you agree to be my boyfriend?” August asked, before his courage had a chance to leave him in the post-orgasm clarity.
Quinn’s laughter turned to giggles as he pushed himself upright, grinning. “I suppose I could be tempted if you brought home a championship ring. I hear they have lots of diamonds.”
August scoffed. His mind felt hazy, but Quinn had been right; his headache was gone. “Don’t start with that bullshit,” he said. “You’re not a materialistic person. My income is pocket change to you, remember?”
Quinn flushed, and August knew he hadn’t expected to be called out about the comment made to his mother in anger.
“If it’s a lie, I don’t give a damn,” said August. “It was funny. I bet Mom is still big mad thinking about it.”
“She’s your biological egg donor, not your mother,” was Quinn’s response. “And it wasn’t a lie. My uncle, I don’t think you would remember him, but he’s the one my sister and I stayed with the most because we couldn’t stand our parents. He was the reason I felt so comfortable aboutmy sexuality, because he was a gay man like me, and he taught me how to authentically be myself during my awkward teenage years.”
The goth days, yes. August preferred the dark pops of colours on black with the corsets Quinn wore now, but he did have fond memories of the smoking and the eyeliner.
And hedidrecall a whimsical uncle on Quinn’s father’s side he’d met once at an upper-class party, but he couldn’t picture his face.
“He was a famous scientist and doctor you may have heard of,” Quinn continued. “I know his greatest achievement is something that Harrison and Jett will be thankful for, if their conversations about children are anything to go by.”
August was running on fewer brain cells after Quinn had fucked most of them out of him, so he needed a minute before he realized what he was saying.
“The guy who invented the thing that lets two guys and two girls—or anyone have biological kids, is your uncle?”
Quinn smiled. “Thething, yes. The man was a billionaire when he died seven years ago, and he wasn’t around to meet Alara and Emira, but they wouldn’t be here without him. Esme couldn’t have kids because she was intersex, but she didn’t learn that she was missing a uterus until she was older. But that’s why my uncle’s discovery was so great, because you don’t need eggs and sperm to make a baby, you just need DNA. Surrogacy is legal in Canada now for that reason.”
This was an intense conversation to have after sex, but August was paying very close attention. He wasn’t about to pass on the opportunity to learn more about Quinn when he was opening up without prompting.
