“Since you’ve already got me on my knees…”
The pause had Quinn picturing August’s eyes widening and a flush creeping up his neck.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to manhandle you,” said August,hisvoice laced with genuine concern. “Do you want to switch to your back?”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder, shaking his head with a reassuring grin. “No, it’s good. Stay right there.” He nestled deeper into the pillow, muscles loosening in anticipation. The initial nerves from before had faded, replaced by familiar trust in August’s abilities.
Besides, handing over the reins felt thrilling.
“You look incredible like this,” August murmured, his tone low and flirty as he knelt behind Quinn, one hand tracing the swell of his ass cheek, thumb dipping teasingly along the cleft. He leaned close, breath ghosting over Quinn’s skin, and pressed a soft kiss to the small of his back. “Tell me if anything I do is too much, okay? I don’t want to fuck this up.”
Quinn hummed, arching to encourage him. “You won’t. Just take your time and stop worrying so much. You’re wound too tightly, August.”
August’s head fell onto Quinn’s back, and he groaned. “I know. Thanks for putting up with me.”
Quinn’s heart stuttered hearing August’s pitiful comment. He didn’t know what to say, so he kept his lips pressed as August lifted his head and returned to prepping him.
August’s lubed fingers slid along Quinn’s hole, circling the rim and dipping the tip of one finger in to test, then two, scissoring to stretch him further. Quinn pushed back into the touch, a quiet moan leaving him as August’s fingers curled, brushing that sensitive spot inside that sent sparks through his veins.
August’s fingers were thicker than his own, and the fullness he felt when they were moving inside him had his cock twitching against the sheets. August worked him open with patience, adding a third finger only when Quinn’s breathing became deeper, waiting for his body to relax around the intrusion. The stretch burned faintly at first, but it melted into pleasure under August’s unhurried rhythm, his free hand stroking Quinn’s thigh in soothing circles.
When August finally withdrew his fingers, Quinn felt the absence keenly, shifting his hips restlessly. The sound of a condom pack being torn open, followed by the slick sounds of August stroking himself, had shivers racing through him.
August positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock nudging against Quinn’s hole, slick with ample lube and insistent, but not pushing.He gripped Quinn's hip with one hand, the other guiding his cock as he leaned forward to whisper against his ear. “Ready?”
“Fuck yes,” Quinn replied, voice husky. He turned his head, silently asking for a kiss before he had time to talk himself out of it, and was pleased when August dove in to capture his mouth.
Shit. Quinn was so stupid for doing this because, in his grand master plan to get back at the man who was about to fuck him, he had forgotten how much being with August hadset his soul on fire.
August kissed him like he always had, with the same lazy confidence that never failed to make Quinn’s heart do jumping jacks behind his ribcage. He slid their tongues together as he drew away, smirking at Quinn as he repositioned, giving Quinn seconds to screw his head back on tight before he was lined up again.
August pressed in slowly, the head of his cock breaching Quinn’s body, making them both gasp. He paused, letting Quinn adjust to the fullness, his breath ragged as his hands tightened on Quinn’s waist.
Inch by inch, August sank forward, drawing a low groan from Quinn’s throat. “God, you’re so tight...feels amazing.”
Quinn clenched around him, savouring the slow burn, and the way August’s cock stretched him wide and filled him completely. When August’s hips finally met his ass, balls snug against him, they stilled, panting in sync.
August draped over Quinn to nuzzle his neck, planting open-mouthed kisses along his shoulder as his hand snaked around to loosely grip Quinn’s leaking cock.
“Move,” Quinn urged softly after a moment, rocking back experimentally. August obliged, pulling out halfway before sliding back in with a smooth thrust that had Quinn moaning into the pillow. They found a languid pace, August’s hips rolling unhurriedly through each drag and push, letting the friction build into a simmering heat.
“Still good?” August asked, not pausing to give Quinn enough time to think.
His response was a moan and a backward snap of his hips, the hair on his body rising when August chuckled darkly.
Taking that as a yes, August kept his strokes deep, angling to graze Quinn’s prostate on every inward glide, sending jolts of pleasure that made his toes curl. He pumped Quinn’s cock in time with his thrusts, thumb swiping over the slit to spread the precum, but still keeping everything teasingly slow.
It wassogood.
“So fuckinggood,” Quinn panted, finally managing to find the words that he couldn’t before. He pushed back to meet August’s every thrust, the room echoing with the wet sounds of lube and skin, mingled with their soft gasps and whispers.
August varied the depth of his thrusts occasionally to shallow teases that made Quinn whine, then a full, grinding press that had him seeing stars.
The pleasure coiled gradually in Quinn’s gut, heightened by August’s attentive touches—the way he kissed down Quinn’s spine, murmuring praises like“You're taking me so well”and“I could do this all night.”
He could hear August’s control wavering at the edges, his thrusts turning rough as they both neared the end. And thank fuck for that, because Quinn was about to burst, and he didn’t know how much more he could take without slipping up and saying something stupid that he would later regret.
Quinn's hand joined August’s on his cock, guiding the strokes faster as the tension peaked, but August squeezed him in warning and slowed his pace. “Not yet—just a little longer.”
