Page 18 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
“Uh-huh.” He was hard and breathless, just from that. Oh, he had it bad.
Thor turned him and brought their mouths together, hands sliding down to grab his ass and tug him close. Okay maybe he wasn’t the only one because Thor was definitely getting hard against him.
“You’re coming upstairs?” It wasn’t really a question, but Auggie knew if he said no, Thor wouldn’t press him because Thor was a good guy.
He nodded. “I am.”
Thor grabbed his ass and pulled him up, and Auggie instinctively wrapped his legs around Thor’s waist as soon as his feet left the ground.
“Good boy,” Thor murmured, and the praise felt like a caress.
He got flustered at that and, out of instinct, pressed his lips to Thor’s. The kiss was electric, like the others had been, and all-consuming. He barely realized they were moving, he was so focused on the kisses.
He never once worried about falling or being dropped. That would never happen while Thor held him. He knew it, deep inside.
Thor carried him up the stairs, pressing him against a wall once they were in the hall and deepened the kiss, rubbing against him.
“I want you,” Thor told him.
“Yes! Yes!” It was what he wanted to. So badly.
“I want to be inside you.”
“Please!” He whimpered and rubbed against Thor. He wanted that too. He never had, but he knew he wanted it with Thor. He wanted to feel Thor opening him up and filling him, taking him.
Thor carried him the rest of the way to the bedroom and laid him on the mattress. It smelled like Thor and that relaxed him immediately.
Thor turned on the bedside light, and it was soft and lit them enough he could see Thor, but not so much it was super bright or intrusive. It made the space cozy.
Thor gazed down at him. “You’re beautiful.”
He wriggled a little but didn’t contradict Thor this time. The way Thor looked at him, made him feel like he just might be beautiful.
Bending to him, Thor kissed him again, and Auggie opened up, letting Thor in. He wrapped his arms around Thor’s neck and lost himself in the sensations.
He felt Thor’s hands at his waist, tugging his shirt out of his jeans and stroking the flesh around his waistband. Arching, he pushed into those touches, encouraging them, wanting more.
Moaning, Thor pushed his shirt higher, and Auggie cried out into Thor’s mouth as the warm fingers brushed his nipples. His cock was hard inside his jeans, pushing at his zipper.
He let go of his hold on Thor so he could return the favor, his hands shaking as he pulled at Thor’s shirt. The man’s belly was all warm skin and hard muscle, and his fingers slid along thedips and hills, counting each ab. It made him whimper, and he pushed Thor’s shirt up higher, exploring happily.
Groaning, Thor pulled back slightly and worked his own shirt up and off. Auggie gasped. He’d known Thor was good-looking, but his body was stunning.
“God, you’re hot.”
“Thank you. I think you’re pretty hot too.”
“Oh, please.” Auggie shook his head. “Take my shirt off and see that’s not true.”
“Didn’t I tell you not to say stuff like that about yourself.” Thor helped him get his shirt off and began stroking his chest, his nipples, his belly. “You’re perfect just as you are.”
“I don’t have muscles like you.”
“So? What does that have to do with it? There’s no one definition of beauty, Auggie. I look at you and I like what I see. What I see turns me on.” Thor grabbed his hand and brought it to his crotch.
Auggie couldn’t deny that Thor was hard again, even through the thick material of Thor’s pants he could feel that.
“No more saying negative things about yourself.” Thor said the words quite firmly.
