Chapter 18 #2
“Shit!” Quinn uncrossed his legs and shoved August’s head up rougher than he meant to, but he was more worried that he had drowned the man or suffocated him. “Oh my god. I’m so sorry!”
When he saw the blood smeared on August’s face, Quinn thought he had seriously hurt him until more trickled from his nose and dribbled down to his chin. August didn’t seem to care that he was making a mess; he was blinking dazedly, looking lost in thought as he rubbed his throat, coughing.
“I mean,” August paused, coughing again to clear his scratchy voice. “It doesn’t taste great, but it’s doable.”
Fuck. Quinn had given August brain damage by depriving him of oxygen for too long—with his dick.
“You’re bleeding,” Quinn said stupidly.
“I know,” August replied. He grabbed a handful of blankets and used them to wipe his face. “Don’t care. It’s already stopping.”
Quinn rolled onto his stomach and was crawling toward the edge of the bed—aiming to retrieve a wet cloth from the bathroom—when August seized him by the waist and dragged him back.
“No,” said August. “It’s fine. I want to keep going.”
Ugh, this frustrating man. Quinn hadn’t missed this part of August at all.
Quinn let out a soft sigh, his body still humming from the intensity of his orgasm.
He reached under the pillow for the lube and condom tucked away there, handing them over to August with a lazy smile, then shifted to get comfortable.
Cheek pressing into the cool fabric of the pillow, he lifted his ass slightly, inviting.
“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, his voice 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 had set 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 was so good.
“So fucking good,” 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.”
“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 sensation pulled 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.