Page 15 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
He finally growled out, “You too.” No way he was letting Auggie get him off without being right there with him.
Another shiver shook Auggie’s body in his arms, but again, Auggie did as he was told, tugging his own cock out. The hard heat slapped against Thor’s as it was pulled from the confines of Auggie’s jeans.
Growling out his need, he grabbed Auggie’s hand and wrapped it around both their cocks, then wrapped Auggie’s hand with his own. He guided their movements, nipping at Auggie’s lips as he stroked them faster and faster.
Auggie cried out into his lips, cock growing harder against his own, and he knew it wouldn’t be long. He swiped his thumb across the tip of Auggie’s cock and shot out the order to come.
“Do it now, Auggie.”
Auggie’s entire body tightened and he came, spunk shooting up over their hands, filing the air with Auggie’s scent. That’s all Thor needed, and he came too, his hand squeezing them both as hard as he could while more heat sprayed up between them.
Auggie’s head dropped to his shoulder, his boy panting hard, body still moving, rocking the slim hips against him in ever slower movements.
He slid his free hand up and down along Auggie’s back, soothing his boy as Auggie’s movements finally stilled, his breathing evening out.
He pressed a kiss to the side of Auggie’s head.
Auggie finally sat back, eyes blown as he looked up at Thor. “Wow.”
He smiled, nodded. “You can say that again.”
“Okay. Wow.”
Chuckling, he hugged Auggie tightly against him. “Let me find something to clean us up.”
He reached around, knowing there were cloths on the table next to them and some of them were even clean. He grabbed one, chuckling as he wiped them clean, imagining that he’d grabbed a dirty one and he was now painting them with all the colors of his canvases.
“What?” Auggie demanded, looking a little belligerent.
“Easy, boy. I was just thinking of what would happen if I’d grabbed a used cloth, painted both our cocks and hands.”
Auggie giggled for him, the sound bright and happy. Oh. He needed to hear that again. He needed to hear that often. He vowed to himself that he would. Making Auggie happy and carefree and laughing would make a meaningful and fulfilling lifelong goal.
Now he just had to convince Auggie.
Chapter
Five
Auggie had never felt like this before. He felt seen and cherished. And satiated. He was used to the post orgasm end of the encounter being… awkward, quick, and a rush to leave. He didn’t want to leave Thor, and it didn’t feel awkward because he was too boneless and happy to feel awkward. And because Thor made him feel special. It didn’t feel like this was just a quick mutual getting off situation. He hoped his feelings weren’t misplaced.
A glance around them at the paintings Thor had done, that he said were inspired by Auggie himself, made him feel that no, Thor was not playing with him; Thor really meant this. And if he didn’t, well, for once Auggie was going to put that worry and self-doubt aside and live in every second of this. He was going to take it at face value.
“You hungry?” Thor asked.
“I don’t know.” He honestly didn’t. He was more floating. He was aware of his body, sure, but only of how he was sitting in Thor’s lap and lying against him.
“Well, I think we both will be soon enough. You like Chinese?”
“I do.” If he got takeout, it tended to be Chinese because the servings were always large and lasted him a couple of days.
“Cool.” Thor shifted him slightly to pull his phone out of his pocket, and Auggie was suddenly very conscious of where he was sitting and how their cocks were both hanging out of their pants, sitting warmly together.
Thor gave him an encouraging smile, as if he knew where Auggie’s thoughts had gone. “Go ahead and tuck us back into our pants.”
“Okay.” Auggie did as he’d been asked, quickly slipping his own cock away, hiding it in his pants, and zipping back up.
He took more time with Thor’s cock. So beautiful. He traced it softly with his fingertips, loving how it felt. Such warm silky velvetiness. It moved beneath his touch, firming a little once again. Oh, that took his breath away.
