Page 67 of Full Body Hit: Part 2
“Steady, baby.” He dipped the thumb into the perineum, pressing there and then up again, letting the tip slip in.
“Oh,” Chase gasped. “Daddy.”
“Feel good, baby?”
Chase grinded his head against the mattress. “Please.”
Yeah, Auston knew what Chase wanted.
With a slight smack on Chase’s cheek, Auston leaned in, wet thumb moving out of the way and spreading him wider as Auston licked a broad stripe across Chase’s hole.
Chase flinched and shivered. “Oh, my—oh, my God.”
Auston was done playing. He closed his eyes, locked Chase in place with his hands, and drank him down, the sweet taste ofslick coating his mouth, his throat. He added a pair of fingers so they framed his tongue, massaging him there.
“Fuck,” Chase whined. “Fuck, fuck—”
Auston pushed a finger inside. God, Chase was hot, so fucking tight he sucked the digit right in, hips bucking. Auston forced his tongue alongside it, fucking in and out a few times before sucking on the rim.
“Daddy,” Chase shouted. “Wait, wait, wait—please. I’m gonna—”
Auston pulled his face away, feeling the mess on his lips and stubble. “Don’t tell me you’re gonna come already.”
Chase clutched his own hair, all of his face buried in the sheets. Auston thrust the finger inside Chase gently even as his other hand went to tilt Chase’s head to the side.
His face was bright red, the thin skin under his eyes wet, lips bitten to all fuck.
His baby was a fucking mess, and it was the best thing Auston had ever seen.
Auston took his finger out and flipped Chase over. Chase gasped, and then again as Auston sank two fingers in, shuddering with his whole body.
Auston paused to stuff a pillow under Chase’s back and hitch his knees up so they were up to the Omega’s chest. He kissed Chase softly all across his face, butterfly wings stroking his skin, Auston’s arm long enough to fuck Chase with his hand as they breathed the same air.
Chase’s arms circled Auston’s neck, drawing him in. They kissed slow and syrupy, honey dripping down them both, suffusing them with golden sweetness.
He felt the sound Chase made when Auston moved up to three fingers. He was careful, bunching them close together and going slow.
“Oh,” Chase mumbled. He blinked at Auston with hazy eyes, clenching around Auston’s hand and relaxing, his eyelids fluttering.
Auston cupped his cheek. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
Chase’s brows creased, face turning away, but Auston didn’t let him, kissing where his eyebrows met and then down to his lips.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he repeated.
Chase scrunched up his face but didn’t protest, obviously getting adjusted to the width inside him because he began rocking his hips.
Auston’s other hand slipped from Chase’s cheek to his neck, holding him securely but not squeezing. He could feel Chase’s pulse quicken, flush darkening, hips moving more frantically, but Auston slowed him down with another kiss, dragging his tongue into Chase’s mouth and filling him there, too.
They stayed like that for a long time. Auston believed Chase when he said he’d been using the toy, but there was no way he was risking hurting Chase. By the time Auston’s fingers slipped out, Chase’s hole took a moment to fully wink shut.
“When I’m done with you,” Auston mused, “You’re going to be gaping open.”
“Fuck,” Chase cursed, covering his face with his hands.
Auston chuckled. “You ready, baby?”
“I was ready yesterday,” Chase groused, but his eyes were still shy, gaze slipping away from Auston.
