Page 179 of The Head Game

When August moaned, Nico suddenly couldn’t stand the clothes between them. He tugged at August’s sweater vest, pulling it over his head and fumbling impatiently with the buttons of his shirt until it was gone.

August let out a rough sound, grappling with the fly of his jeans and pushing them to the floor along with his underwear.

Nico sighed with relief when his palms met warm, bare skin.

But August tugged at Nico’s clothes too, and Nico let him pull them off. They fluttered to the floor, immediately forgotten.

And then they were both naked, bodies pressed together, August kissing him like his life depended on it.

They came up for air and dove in again, gasping with every breath until Nico pulled away.

August made a wounded noise but Nico held him tighter, trailing his lips across August’s jaw, then down to taste his neck.

His scent filled Nico’s nose until he was dizzy with it.

Nico ran his hands along August’s back as he lightly bit at August’s throat, his ears filled with the ragged sounds of August’s harsh breathing over the Christmas song in the background.

He mapped out August’s muscles, squeezing his ass and teasing between his cheeks until August’s cock was hard against his hip and he shivered.

August staggered back, landing on the sectional behind him and Nico went with him, straddling his thighs.

“August, I …” he whispered raggedly, but he didn’t know how to end that thought so he cupped August’s cheek and kissed him. He kissed him again and again, until he panted with need.

August slid his hands along Nico’s thighs and up his hips, smoothing over his ass. The touch was almost reverent, filled with something that made the air around them feel fragile.

Nico took both their cocks in his right hand. It was a little awkward but the left was still not strong enough to grip tightly and he made it work, shuddering at the dry friction of his palm against his shaft when he stroked.

“Nico …” August panted, staring up at him.

Nico licked his palm, never taking his eyes off August’s, and stroked again. They were both uncut so a little spit was enough to slick the way.

August’s eyes slid closed, his mouth going slack with pleasure, and Nico bent down to kiss along his jaw.

After a while, even that was too much and all he could think about was August’s cock against his and the rough friction of his hand.

He pressed his forehead to August’s, not kissing him, just feeling the warm tickle of August’s breath against his mouth.

August’s hands bit into Nico’s hips, encouraging him to move and they rocked together, fucking through the tight tunnel of Nico’s grip.

August reached up and slid two fingers into Nico’s mouth. He sucked hungrily, wetting them, then shuddered with pleasure when August used them to tease at his entrance.

Nico wanted to speak, wanting to say something, tell August how good it felt as he pushed inside, but it felt like words would break this fragile desperation so he only moaned, low and long.

When August’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing strained, Nico gripped tighter. August went still, the air leaving his lungs with a rough, desperate groan, his cock jerking as he came all over Nico’s hand.

Nico came a few seconds later, shaking through it, clenching tightly around August’s probing fingers.

Still covered in their mingled cum, Nico brought his fingers to August’s mouth, offering him a taste.

August’s gaze went sharp and hot and he let out a rough noise, grabbing Nico’s wrist. But Nico shivered when August sucked at his fingers, his tongue soft, his mouth gentle.

When August was done, he reached down and wet his own fingers, bringing them to Nico’s mouth.

Nico couldn’t look away as he lapped at August’s skin. He held August’s fingers in his mouth after, barely sucking, content to hold him gently against his tongue. Releasing a ragged breath, August shuddered and pulled Nico closer.

After Nico finally let go of their cocks, he curled into August, pressing his face against his neck, breathing in his scent again, holding him tight.

I’m so lucky, Nico thought, the piercing sweetness of it sharp in his chest.

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