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They both look at me, and I realize I said that out loud.
"You okay?" August asks, pausing.
"I just..." My face burns. "I thought it would be different. I thought Cassian would be the one..."
Understanding flickers in August's eyes. "The one in charge?"
I nod, not trusting my voice.
"Biology doesn't determine everything," August says gently, but his hands don't stop moving. Cassian's jeans hit the floor, and suddenly he's naked and gorgeous and so hard I can't look away. "What matters is what feels right. What you need."
What feels right. What you need. Not what's supposed to happen. What actually feels right to them.
Cassian's enormous everywhere. His cock is thick and long, flushed dark with need, and I can see his knot already starting to swell at the base. The sight makes my mouth go dry and something deep in my belly clenches with want I don't fully understand.
"You're staring," Cassian says, and there's amusement in his voice despite the want.
"Sorry," I mumble, but I don't look away. "It's just... holy shit, how is that supposed to fit inside anyone?"
"Don't worry, sunshine. It will fit." August's hand wraps around Cassian's length, and the bigger man groans like he's dying. "You're allowed to look. Allowed to want."
Want. God, do I want.
August's hand reaches for the drawer in the nightstand, comes back with lube. My heart pounds as he slicks his fingers, the sound obscene in the quiet room. Cassian’s legs falling open as August settles between his thighs.
"Please," Cassian breathes, and the desperation in his voice makes something clench deep in my belly. "August, I need…"
"I know what you need." August circles Cassian's entrance with one gentle finger, and Cassian's whole body trembles. "Always know what you need."
When that finger pushes inside, Cassian makes a sound I've never heard before. Raw and broken and so needy it makes slick flood between my thighs.
This is what he needs. Not to be in charge, but to be taken care of. To let someone else decide for a while.
"More," Cassian gasps, pushing back against August's hand, and the raw need in his voice makes my breath catch. "Please, I can take it."
I watch August slide in a second finger, then a third, and there's something mesmerizing about the practiced way he moves. Like he knows exactly where to touch, how to unravel Cassian completely. I can see their history in every careful movement.
"So good for me," August murmurs, and when Cassian whimpers —high and desperate—something clenches deep in my belly. Cassian melts further into the touch, seeking more contact. "Taking my fingers so well. You're perfect, Cass."
Cassian makes a broken sound at the praise, his eyes fluttering closed as he arches into August's touch like he's chasing the words as much as the physical sensation.
I'm completely hooked. Can't look away from August's fingers inside him, from the desperate sounds Cassian makes. The way Cassian just gives himself over completely makes me ache.
August draws it out, slow and merciless. When he scissors his fingers and Cassian nearly sobs, heat floods through me. "You can take it," August whispers. "Always so greedy for me."
The broken sound from Cassian's throat makes something clench deep inside me. "August… fuck… please, please…"
I watch August kiss up Cassian's thigh as his other hand strokes him. Cassian's hips jerk as his cock leaks pre-cum over his stomach. "You're making a mess," August grins, and Cassian grabs the bedding as if that will anchor himself to the bed.
I'm holding my breath. Digging my nails into the sheets. The air is thick with want… theirs and mine.
"Look at me," August says, and when Cassian's eyes snap open, I feel that connection between them like a physical thing. "You okay?"
Cassian nods, and I can see how stripped bare he looks. Softer than I've ever seen him, every defense gone. When August leans over to kiss him, slow and claiming, my breath catches. There's such tenderness in it, but also possession. When they break apart, August keeps one hand tangled in Cassian's hair, and I can sense him waiting.
For permission, for surrender, for something only Cassian can give.
And Cassian does give it. "More," he manages, voice shaking but certain. "Want you, Aug. Want you inside me, now."
