Quentin tore away his mouth to yank off his hoodie, then impatiently dragged up Augustus’s sweater as well. Augustus pulled it over his head, smiling when Quentin wasted no second in touching him. He stroked Augustus’s pectoral muscles, then teased his nipples, which grew hard under his touch.
“Why didn’t you get nipple piercings?”
“N-n-no one w-would see.”
“Hmm. I would see them, and I think they’d look great on you,” Quentin mused, rolling the buds between his fingers, making Augustus’s cock grow rock hard. “Plus, I could play with them when I fuck you, and I would really like that.”
“O-o-okay.”
Right now, he would pierce anything Quentin asked him to. Hell, he’d even have someone pierce his fucking dick if that made Quentin happy.
Quentin continued his exploration of Augustus’s upper body, his soft hands running over his arms, pinching his biceps, and tracing his tattoos, then caressing his pecs again, playing with his chest hair, following the trails down to his stomach and farther down, down, down…
Augustus held his breath when Quentin reached the waistband of his tenting sweats, where his cock was doing its damnedest to escape from the confines.
“Breathe, baby,” Quentin teased, rubbing Augustus’s package through the fabric. “We can’t have you fainting for lack of oxygen. I’ve only just gotten started.”
Quentin pressed his hand against Augustus’s hard cock, and he bucked his hips, desperate for more friction. He bit his lip to keep a groan in.
“Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear what I’m doing to you.”
Quentin slipped his hand under the waistband and wrapped it around Augustus’s cock. An embarrassingly loud moan fell from his lips, and he threw his head back, canting his hips into that hand.
“Look at you. You’re so responsive, so open in your reactions. I want to play with your body, baby. Hear all those low, sexy noises you make until you come apart in my arms. I want to make you crazy with want until you beg me to fuck you.”
God, those words. Those wonderful, sexy, arousing words. They reached deep inside Augustus, lighting fires he never even knew could be lit, making him want something he never even knew existed.
“A-a-anything.”
“Ah, baby, such trust you have in me. I’ll take good care of you. I’m gonna make you fly, baby…”
Didn’t Quentin know he already did? Augustus’s body felt like it was somehow detached from his mind and at the same time the center of his universe. All he could do was feel. Quentin’s hand, gently stroking his cock. His other hand, dragging down Augustus’s pants and signaling him to raise his hips so he could take them off. His balls, heavy and hard, throbbing against his body.
Quentin climbed off for a few seconds and got rid of his own clothes before Augustus could even lift a finger to help him. He pulled Augustus down so he was lying on the couch on his back, then dove right back.
For the first time ever, Augustus had a naked man on top of him—and it was everything he’d hoped it would be when he’d started dreaming about doing this with Quentin. The difference between their bodies couldn’t be bigger, with Quentin being so much smaller and softer and smoother, whereas Augustus was all hard and muscled and hairy everywhere.
He explored Quentin’s back with his hands, then dared to dip down to his ass, those two luscious curves that fit so perfectly in his hands. God, his skin was so peachy-silk there, so…edible. Was that a thing? If not, it should be.
After another scorching kiss, Quentin started making his way down, licking and kissing and nibbling everywhere. He seemed tuned in to every little gasp, every small groan, every tightening of Augustus’s muscles. He bit down on his right nipple, then slightly harder when Augustus moaned. Hmm, maybe he should get his nipples pierced so Quentin could tug on the piercings.
Quentin explored and discovered, tonguing Augustus’s belly button in a way that had him desperate to hold on to something. Oh, for fuck’s sake, this was…
All thoughts ceased when Quentin wrapped his long fingers around his cock again, brought his mouth down, and licked a drop of precum off. He took his crown into his mouth and suckled. Augustus bucked, a high-pitched moan escaping him. Nobody had ever done that, and ohfuckohfuckohfuck that was the most amazing sensation ever, those warm, wet lips around his cock, that hot mouth sucking him in deeper and deeper and…
“C-c-c-coming!”
He pinched his eyes tight shut as his balls pulled up and released, sending a shock wave of heat through him, ending in his cock, which unloaded in Quentin’s mouth. Oh, damn, he was coming in his mouth… He opened his eyes, not wanting to miss that view, and was just in time to see Quentin send him a hungry look, licking his lips.
“That, baby, was just the beginning.”
13
Augustus still looked dazed after his violent orgasm. No wonder. He’d come way faster than Quentin had expected. Probably also faster than the man had expected himself. Guess those women he’d hooked up with hadn’t known how to give this sexy man a good time. Well, Quentin was about to remedy that. He wanted to fucking feast on this man’s gorgeous body. But first he needed…
“You have any lube by any chance? Condoms?”
Much to his delight, Augustus’s face didn’t show any fear, only excitement. The fact that he wanted this as much as Quentin did was the biggest turn-on ever.
“L-l-lube’s in m-my beds-s-side drawer. C-c-condoms t-too, but they’re a-ancient.”
Quentin smiled at Augustus, who was still spread out on the couch like a fucking buffet. And Quentin was ravenous. “When’s the last time you had sex?”
“T-two years ago.”
“Have you been checked since?”
“F-f-for what?”
God, the man was so adorably naïve in some aspects. “STDs. HIV.”
Augustus nodded. “L-l-last year, f-f-for my life ins-s-surance.”
“Do you trust me when I tell you I’m negative? I get checked every six months, and I always use condoms—a rule I’m apparently about to break, but since I didn’t bring condoms and yours are expired and I’m done waiting to claim you…”
“P-please. It’s f-fine.”
His eagerness. That little catch in his voice, aside from the stutter, that signaled how excited he was. It was so addictive. “Stay here. Don’t move.”
Quentin jumped up from the couch, waking Lucy, who’d been asleep on the floor. She looked up with amusement at the naked man running through the house, then went right back to sleep.
Augustus did have lube in his drawer. As a matter of fact, he had a huge bottle. Even if he hadn’t fucked anyone, he was at least very intimate with his right hand. Damn, he was gonna love being fucked…hopefully.
Quentin sobered as he hurried back. What if Augustus didn’t like bottoming despite his eagerness to try? Not all men liked it after all, not even when they had a partner who knew how to make it good. Quentin did have topping skills, he’d like to think, courtesy of practice on mostly twinks even smaller than himself, but he’d never taken a man the size of Augustus. What if he hated it?