Oh, god.
“Q-q-quentin?” Augustus tugged on his hand. “D-d-don’t doubt yourself.”
“What if you hate it?”
He let himself be pulled back on top of Augustus, dropping the bottle of lube to the floor. Augustus wrapped his big arms around him. “Then w-w-we’ll k-keep exp-perimenting until we f-find something we both l-like. L-l-love.”
“How do you know the exact right thing to say?” Quentin asked, nuzzling his neck.
Augustus shrugged. “Your face is v-very exp-p-pressive. I can s-s-see what you’re f-feeling.”
“Yeah, but seeing it and wanting to see it and then choosing to say something are two different things.”
Augustus put a finger under his chin and made Quentin meet his eyes. “D-d-do you w-want to hash that out, or d-d-do you w-want to fuck me?”
The man made an excellent point. Quentin gave him a quick kiss, then sat up and angled for the lube. “Promise me you’ll talk to me, tell me when I’m hurting you, okay?”
Augustus nodded, his face turning adorably serious. “T-t-tell me what t-to do.”
“For now, try to relax. We’ll go slow. Pull your legs up for me, baby, and spread wide. I wanna see you.”
Augustus did as he asked without hesitation. A deep sense of gratitude rolled through Quentin. This man was willing to be completely vulnerable, trusting Quentin without reservation in a way no one ever had. The wonder of that gift made his soul dance.
His eyes perused Augustus’s body. He was so fucking beautiful. There was nothing fragile about his strong body, and yet the vulnerability was unmistakably there now that Quentin knew him. His arms and chest were broad and muscled, colorful tattoos circling both his biceps. Quentin loved the dark chest hair, tapering into a teasing happy trail that led straight to his thick cock. Everything about Augustus screamed masculine, and all Quentin wanted to do was make him ache for him.
“You l-look at m-me as if you w-w-want to eat m-me,” Augustus whispered. His brown eyes were trained on Quentin, studying his every action.
Quentin’s lips pulled up in a smile. “I do, baby. You have no idea what I want to do to you. You’re so fucking stunning I don’t know where to start.”
With a quick move, he grabbed Augustus’s balls. The man flinched but relaxed immediately again. Quentin rolled them in his hands, enjoying the weight, then let them go. “Everything about you is thick and strong, your balls included. They’re perfect, like your cock.”
He trailed his finger up and down the hard length. Augustus shivered.
“But right now, I’m really interested in your ass, baby.” With his middle finger, he made his way to that perfect star that beckoned him. He gently tapped it. “Are you gonna be good for me and open up?”
He almost froze when he heard his own words. Was he pushing it too far? Letting Quentin take him was one thing, but would Augustus appreciate this kind of dirty talk? But Augustus nodded eagerly, not a trace of annoyance on his face. God, he was into this… Quentin’s heart leaped up in his chest.
He squirted lube onto his fingers, then circled Augustus’s hole, stroking it without pushing on it until he felt it soften and relax under his ministrations. Gently, he slipped his index finger in, stopping as soon as it was clamped tight in Augustus’s muscles.
“Bear down on me, baby. Take a breath for me. There you go…”
The pressure on his finger decreased, and he slowly slid it in and out until he could insert it as deep as he could. Time to add a second finger.
Augustus’s cheeks flushed, and he grabbed the couch, fisting whatever he could hold on to. Not in pain, though, Quentin concluded from the man’s expression. More like something foreign that had the potential of being really good. “Look at you, baby, taking two fingers for me… You’re being so good.”
He felt inside, touching around for a bit until Augustus shivered violently with a moan of surprise. “Ah, there it is. You feel that, baby? That’s your ticket to paradise right there.”
He stroked it again, watching with a devious smile as Augustus’s cock started leaking precum. He fucked him with meticulous, deep strokes of his fingers until every last tension in Augustus’s channel was gone, then added a third finger. Augustus clenched around him for a sec, then audibly forced a breath out and relaxed again.
“One day, I’m gonna keep doing this until you beg. I’ll keep teasing you, bringing you so fucking close to the edge without sending you over, just because I wanna hear you beg me…”
Augustus’s eyes widened, and his cheeks reddened even more.
“But not today, baby. Today, I wanna be inside you. Do you think you’re ready for me?”
Another one of those solemn, totally adorable nods.
Quentin gave one last stroke with his fingers and pulled out slowly. He coated his cock with some extra lube, then lowered himself on top of Augustus. “Arch your back and cant your hips. Yeah, perfect, baby.”
He took a steadying breath. Oh god. He was really doing this. He was about to top this bear of a man. Shivers of anticipation danced all over his skin. He brought the tip of his cock to that hole and pushed. “Bear down on me, baby, just like before.”
He slipped in after a second, stopping immediately so Augustus could get used to him. When he felt him relax around him, he gently went in deeper. Augustus shifted, angling his hips more, and his hands came to rest on Quentin’s ass. When he didn’t move right away, Augustus pushed against his ass, a wordless signal that made Quentin smile.
“You want my cock?” he dared to ask. Augustus hadn’t been weirded out or turned off by his dirty talk so far, so he wanted to push it a little further.
“M-m-more…”
Quentin’s smile widened. “Don’t worry, baby. You’re gonna get it all. Every damn inch.”
He carefully kept thrusting until finally, he bottomed out. Completely embedded in Augustus, Quentin took a shuddering breath. This was everything he’d dreamed of. His cock was engulfed in a tight, slick pressure that made his blood roar in his ears.
When he looked at Augustus, a single tear was trickling down the man’s right cheek, and Quentin’s insides clenched. “Did I hurt you?” he asked. “Do you need me to stop?”
In reaction, Augustus’s arms became like iron bars around him, preventing him from even moving an inch. “N-n-no…P-please…S-s-so perfect…”
Quentin went liquid inside. “You like this sensation?” he asked softly. He leaned on one hand so he could use his other to wipe the tear away as Augustus nodded.
Quentin retreated steadily, then surged back in with a more powerful thrust. Augustus moaned, unconsciously pinching Quentin’s ass. Quentin repeated the move with more power, watching with deep satisfaction as Augustus’s eyes all but crossed in his head. He was loving this. Augustus was loving the hell out of bottoming.
Something in Quentin’s heart broke free. He surged in again, faster and harder, a deliciously dirty sound echoing through the room.
This man was his.
This ass was his.
No need to be careful anymore. This man was anything but fragile, physically at least. He could take anything Quentin dished out—and then some. Time to make him lose his everloving mind.