Page 23 of The Head Game

“Still not impressed,” August said, tone bored.

Nico smiled and rose to his knees. “Sure, baby. You keep telling yourself that.”

It was an awkward angle but when Nico took him in deep, swallowing around the intrusion into his throat, August let out a small gasp. Nico fucked his own throat with August’s cock, taking him deep and holding him there as long as he could before sliding off, proud of the way he didn’t choke or sputter.

He played with August’s balls too, feeling them grow tight in his hand, enjoying the way August’s entire body shuddered when he pressed the backs of his knuckles against his taint.

Saliva dripped down August’s shaft as Nico pulled off with a wet pop, replacing his mouth with his hand. He slid his hand languidly up and down, enjoying the slick sounds and the way August arched into every stroke, seeking more.

“So, how are we doing this?” Nico asked with a lift of his brow. “You want to finish in my mouth or my ass? I mean, I’m happy to fuck you too but I’m guessing you’re not offering yours.”

“No. Prep yourself,” August said. His tone was almost cold but the heat in his gaze made Nico smirk.

Nico shrugged. He was fine with that, though he wasn’t sure why August had suddenly shut down.

What a weird guy.

Great body, terrible personality.

Nico let go of August’s cock long enough to retrieve the condom and packet of lube he’d set on the nightstand earlier, then rolled onto his back.

He gave his dick a few leisurely tugs, then planted his feet wide on the bed, knees pointing toward the ceiling, arranged perfectly to give August a front-row view of the proceedings.

Nico slicked his fingers and tilted his hips, snaking a hand between his thighs, using his other hand to lift his balls out of the way.

He played with his hole a minute, circling it, enjoying August’s gaze tracking every little motion he made before he sank a finger inside.

Nico fucked himself a few times, then slid his finger out, adding a second.

Mmm, much better.

He was tempted to ask August for help but he seemed to enjoy watching, his gaze glued on every twist of Nico’s fingers.

Nico didn’t need a lot of prep. He’d played with a nice fat vibrating toy last night, so a little lube and a couple of fingers did the trick but he kept going for a little while, working himself up and enjoying the rasp of August’s breathing growing louder and louder in the quiet room.

“Enough,” August finally barked.

Nico grinned and sat up, snagging the shiny foil packet resting on the white sheets.

He ripped the packet open, then placed the rubber on the head of August’s cock.

Nico used his mouth to roll it down, a neat little trick that usually impressed guys.

He made a show of it but August remained silent, his breathing hitching or speeding up the only indication he was enjoying it.

Nico slid off with a pop again, placed one last kiss on the head of August’s dick, then grabbed a pillow and arranged himself.

Ass up, chest down.

Nico could nearly taste the simmering tension in the air, the way August wanted to take all his frustration out on him.

It had been coming since their exchange on the ice earlier and Nico bit his lip in anticipation as August shifted into position.

When nothing happened, Nico wiggled his hips. “C’mon, Manning. I annoy the shit out of you. Take what you want from me.”

A sharp, indrawn breath was the only reaction he got but a heartbeat later he felt a heavy, blunt pressure against his hole.

August pushed in steadily, not stopping even when Nico reflexively tightened up, and had to work to relax. When he did, August slid in smoothly all the way to the base, the front of his thighs warm against the back of Nico’s.

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