“August—” Quinn’s complaints were cut off when the arm around his waist pulled him closer, keeping their bodies flush as August ground in deep, circling his hips to intensify the pressure on his sweet spot.
That was…something August had done during their first time together, and Quinn was embarrassed to discover how much he still loved it. The fullness, the firm pressure against his prostate—it was almost too much.
Moans spilled freely now, and Quinn’s body trembled under the onslaught of the slow-building ecstasy that had his every nerve alight. August's breaths grew erratic, his cock throbbing inside as he chased the same high, but he kept the pace steady, fucking Quinn with a skill that belied his inexperience; focused, thorough, and utterly devoted to making the moment last.
And finally, as the coil tightened unbearably and Quinn had reached the end of what he could take, August whispered, “Come for me, Quinn.”
He wasn’t going to just to spite him, but August quickened the pace, thumb pressing firmly on the underside of Quinn’s cockhead, and he shattered with a muffled cry. Cum spilled hot over their joined hands, and his ass clenched around August’s length as his muscles tightened from another explosive orgasm.
The sensationpulled August over the edge too, his thrusts stuttering as he buried himself deep and came with a guttural moan, riding out his orgasm with short thrusts until he was spent.
They collapsed together in a tangle of limbs, August still inside him as he peppered Quinn’s neck with kisses, both of them catching their breath in the afterglow.
“That was... incredible,” August said softly, easing out carefully before pulling Quinn into his arms. “I…yeah. That was exactly what I needed to help me remember if I was bi.”
Quinn wasn’t coherent enough to properly process what August was saying, so he patted him on the arm to congratulate him. He didn’t trust himself to speak yet, but August didn’t appear bothered by his silence.
Quinn huffed softly, a mix of amusement and mild exasperation bubbling up as August’s lips kept trailing feather-light kisses along his neck and down his arms. The affection had escalated from sweet to downright silly, each peck tickling more than it soothed, and Quinn’s skin prickled with oversensitivity.
Finally, he twisted in August’s hold with a playful growl, flipping them so he loomed over the other man, pinning him to the mattress. “You asked for it.”
August’s answering grin had Quinn scowling.
“I was just being sweet with you.”
Sure,he was.
Unlike August’s tender, exploratory kisses, Quinn’s mouth descended with hungry and possessive bites that he masked as retaliation, though deep down, he knew it ran deeper. He latched onto the curve of August’s neck, sucking hard enough to draw the skin taut between his teeth, tongue flicking out to taste the salty sheen of sweat lingering.
August squirmed beneath him at first, a breathy laugh escaping when Quinn’s teeth grazed sensitive spots, but there was no real protest. Just a shiver that ran through his body, and a cock twitching against Quinn's thigh despite their recent release.
“Quinn—hey, thattickles.”
Quinn didn't let up, moving to a fresh patch of skin just below August’s jaw, sucking with deliberate pressure, feeling the pulse thrum under his mouth as blood rushed to the surface. He pulled back briefly to admire the blooming red mark, then dove in again, alternating between sharp nips and deep, pulling sucks that promised to leave dark, unmistakable bruises.
Thethird hickey had August arching, his hands fisting the sheets as agigglebroke free. “Okay, okay—too much!” August gasped, half-laughing, half-moaning as he wriggled free, gently shoving at Quinn's shoulders.
Quinn relented and allowed August to sit up, admiring his flushed cheeks and his neck that was already mottled with purple spots. “You’re still such a whiny baby,” Quinn said, chuckling when August’s angry gaze snapped to him.
“And I’m sure your nipples are still super ticklish, so don’t tempt me.” August reached down to carefully slide the spent condom off his softening cock, tying it with a quick knot before swinging his legs over the bed's edge.
Quinn watched him go, propped on his elbows with a smug grin, his own body still sticky and feelingsated. August returned from the bathroom moments later with a cloth in hand, and the blood splatters from his unfortunate nosebleed were wiped away.
He knelt beside Quinn on the bed and pressed the damp fabric to his chest first, wiping away the sweat and traces of cum with slow, thorough strokes.
Sighing, Quinn flopped back down and soaked up the feeling of August Snow taking care of him. Fuck, if Esme were still alive, she would be shaking her head in disbelief.
And calling Quinn a moron.
And calling August a moron.
“Your eyes,” August said, stirring Quinn from his staring contest with the ceiling. “I thought they were a bright green, but it’s because they’re two different colours.”
Quinn knew that, but the observation confused him because August already knew about his eyes, too.
“Central heterochromia,” said Quinn, sliding his gaze to land on August’s upturned mouth, like he was waiting for him to say he was joking—but he didn’t.
“Your eyes are as green as poison apples, Quinn Harlow, and you have the foul mouth to match. Keep saying you don’t want me, but we both know how sweet you can be once I have you on your knees.”
