Page 116 of The Head Game

But after a while, Nico tore his mouth away, his finger tangled in August’s hair. “Fuck, I’m … gah, getting close.”

“A little more,” August coaxed.

August worked him harder, enjoying Nico’s reactions as he twisted his fingers, corkscrewing them in and out, savoring Nico’s almost silent gasps.

His chest was flushed, the redness creeping up his neck and into his cheeks.

He threw his head back, exposing the long line of his neck, and August kissed him there, his own desire rising with every little hitch of Nico’s hips and every tiny whimper that escaped his lips.

August sucked at his slightly salty skin, enjoying the way it made Nico shudder against him.

But as tempted as August was to keep going, this was supposed to be easy and gentle for Nico, so August coaxed him onto his back and shifted so he could take Nico’s cock in his mouth.

Nico was still only half-hard, his cock a little spongy on August’s tongue, but he was slick with pre-cum and he let out a desperate shout when August pressed against his prostate, tapping and stroking with the pads of his fingers.

Nico jerked, his cum filling August’s mouth in a rush of slightly bitter fluid August hastily swallowed down.

August glanced up the length of Nico’s body to see his chest heaving with ragged breaths, his throat marked with redness from August’s mouth, his lips a little swollen from their making out.

Easing up on the pressure against the sensitive gland, August swallowed the rest of Nico’s release. There was a lot—probably because it had been at least a week since the last time he came. August let Nico’s cock slide from his mouth with a lingering swipe of his tongue to clean him up.

Nico was totally soft now, though his cock gave a jerk as August gently slid his fingers free from the cling of his body.

“Holy shit, Auggie.” Nico gasped and flopped against the bed. “I think I like being a pillow princess.”

August laughed and reached for a tissue on the nightstand to wipe off his fingers. The lube clung to it and he frowned. He was going to need to scrub it off with soap. “Glad you enjoyed it.”

Nico looked him over. “Shit, you’re still hard. C’mon, let me do you.”

“No, it’s okay. I don’t want you to strain yourself.”

A flicker of worry went through August. Hopefully Nico hadn’t already overdone it.

Nico grumbled. “At least jerk off on me or something then.”

August couldn’t resist. “Okay, give me the lube.”

Nico tossed him the bottle and August slicked himself.

As he stroked, he felt like he was putting on a show for Nico. Which, if the look in Nico’s eyes was any indication, he was definitely enjoying.

When August’s abs tightened and he was right at the edge, Nico reached out, grabbing at his leg.

“Mmm, fuck. C’mere. Come in my mouth,” Nico coaxed, opening his mouth, and sticking out his tongue.

August weighed his options for a split second before he realized he was already walking on his knees toward Nico, unable to resist the temptation.

August braced himself on the headboard and stroked, hand flying over his shaft. It only took a few jerks of his cock before he shot into Nico’s mouth.

It felt obscene to watch his cum land on Nico’s pink tongue, the heated look in Nico’s eyes making everything more intense. August panted, shuddering his way through his release, coming until it felt like he’d never stop.

The final spurt missed, hitting Nico’s chin instead. He grinned and swiped at it with a finger, feeding it to himself.

“Messy, messy, Auggie,” Nico said with a wink as he released his finger with a wet pop painfully reminiscent of his earlier sushi-eating display.

August managed a low groan. Maybe. It might have been a whimper. His head was still spinning so it was hard to tell.

Nico crooked a finger. “Come a little closer. I wanna clean you up.” He looked good, his eyes bright and his smile big. Maybe they hadn’t overdone it.

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