Chapter 39 #2
“Why are you confused, little doll?” Quinn asked, brushing his thumb over August’s bottom lip.
“You’re comfortable because you’re submissive to me, August. Your mind knows exactly what I want from you—and it knows that pleasing me will make you happy, because I’ll take care of you when you do a good job. ”
And August was doing so good. He had tears and blood drying on his cheeks, and there was still a hint of fear in his eyes, but he looked perfect just the way he was.
Quinn’s words helped August sink deeper into subspace, and the hazy look returned as his muscles gave a final shudder—and relaxed.
Quinn drew his hand away and stepped back, his heart pounding and dick throbbing as he observed the state he had put August in. He had done that. He had taken the trembling creature cowering in the corner and turned him into a man at peace on his knees.
Fuck painting. Quinn had created a masterpiece out of rope, terror, warm skin, and trust. No other medium could compare to this, the tranquillity between lovers woven together by a red thread of fate.
Quinn wasn’t the only one affected by the intensity of the moment. August had been fully erect since Quinn started touching him with the ropes, and his leaking cock was now making a mess of precum on the floor to join the blood.
Quinn wanted to give him release, but he needed August to sit with it a little longer. Just long enough for his system to settle, and for the last traces of fear to fade.
“Ten minutes,” said Quinn. “You’re going to sit there for ten minutes, and then I’m going to touch you.”
“Okay,” August said, his breath catching on the word.
Quinn never expected to meet someone he could explore BDSM with, but since they were both clearly enjoying the dynamic, it was time to dive deeper into his research.
He wanted to care for August using different techniques, but he had to keep the discussion open to ensure that August was comfortable.
Outside of the house, August had to be a massive, scowling hockey player who was known to have a bad attitude. That’s why taking the position of August’s Dom sounded so appealing, because it would give August a place to be the opposite of who everyone expected him to be.
Crossing the threshold into their private space would strip away the mask, putting them into pre-determined roles where both parties knew what was expected of them.
That wasn’t to say that Quinn had to be in control at all times, but if August needed to escape, one word could shift them into a dynamic that allowed him to not be August Snow for a while.
Quinn considered the possibilities while keeping a close eye on his phone, watching the minutes count down from ten to zero. August was so pliant by the time Quinn came forward and gripped his chin that his head went limp in his hold.
“So pretty,” said Quinn, brushing August’s messy bangs away so he could gaze into his half-open eyes. “You did so well, baby. I love how much you trust me to take care of you.”
August blinked and opened his eyes wider, like he had been sleeping until he’d heard Quinn’s voice. His cheeks darkened when the praise finally registered, and Quinn had to fight back the urge to fall to his knees and kiss August just so he could get his mouth on him.
“I’m going to untie your wrists enough so that you can move your arms,” said Quinn. “Then I want you to get up and sit on the edge of the bed so your knees can have a break.”
August swallowed before he answered, “Yes, Quinn.”
The obedience in August’s voice had heat pooling low in Quinn’s gut, but he clenched his jaw, ignoring his body’s reaction as he stepped behind August to untie him.
August stood as soon as his arms were free and walked to the bed. He wasn’t shaking anymore, and the wobbling was only because he’d been kneeling for so long, so Quinn was pleased with the physical outcome of the shibari session.
Quinn ordered August to take a moment while he went to the bathroom to get a wet cloth. He wanted to clean August’s face since the bleeding had stopped, and it would help ease the pain of the headache he undoubtedly had.
August had sat unmoving while he waited for Quinn’s return, hands gripping the edge of the bed, but still appearing calm. Quinn wiped the blood and tears away, then pressed the cloth to August’s eyes, smiling when the man gave a grateful groan.
“Tell me how you’re feeling,” said Quinn. “Head? Anxiety?”
August pulled the cloth away and peered up at him. “Head is throbbing but bearable. Anxiety is going away. I don’t really feel it anymore, I’m just tired.”
Good. That was what Quinn wanted to hear.
“Let’s see if we can do better,” said Quinn, sinking to his knees between August’s spread thighs. “Are you here with me?”
Quinn already knew the answer because he had seen what August was like when he dissociated, but having him say it out loud would help anchor him more tightly to reality. He saw the flicker of understanding in August’s eyes before he took a deep breath and sighed.
“I’m here with you, puppet master.”
The cheekiness was adorable, and Quinn wouldn’t be opposed if he ever became a brat tamer in the future.
“I’m going to suck your cock,” said Quinn, smirking when the muscle of August’s thighs suddenly flexed under his hands. “Be a good boy and play with your nipples while I get you off.”
August had to follow orders unless he truly wanted to stop, but since he was still in the haze of subspace and eager to do what Quinn asked, his hands quickly jumped to his pecs, fingers pinching raised nipples.
Watching August play with himself was so hot. And so was the moan that tore from August’s throat as he rolled the nubs between his fingers.
Quinn was so entranced by what was happening that he forgot all about the neglected cock twitching in his hand. Hell, he hadn’t realized he’d taken hold of it until he felt precum dribble over his fingers, reminding him that he had a job to do.
Not wanting to leave his lover hanging any longer, Quinn leaned forward, his breath ghosting over the swollen head of August’s dick to tease him. He parted his lips and dragged his tongue along the underside, tasting the salty precum and moaning at the taste.
August’s hips jerked, and he gasped, fingers gripping his nipples as Quinn swirled his tongue around the tip, lapping up more of the leaking fluid before sucking the head into his mouth with a lewd groan.
He tried not to laugh when he thought about how sore August’s poor nipples were going to be by the end of this, but sometimes it was nice not to be the only one leaving the bedroom with bruises and aches.
Quinn hollowed his cheeks and sucked, grinning when August’s moans grew louder, his fingers rolling both nipples harder as Quinn set a lazy rhythm.
“Fuck, Quinn,” August rasped, watching Quinn through unfocused, half-lidded eyes.
Quinn took him deeper, inch by inch, his hand stroking the base of August’s cock in firm, twisting pumps to match the rhythm of his bobbing head. Saliva dripped down August’s shaft, mixing with the steady flow of precum, making everything slick and messy.
“Can I come? Oh, fuck—”
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 the grand 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 a little concerned 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 was everything.
“Jeez, you don’t fuck around, do you?”
“When it comes to you?” Quinn asked, brushing his hands through August’s hair. “Never.”