Page 22 of A Daddy for Christmas 3: August
“It still seems hard to believe that someone would be sad not having me in their life.” Auggie’s words were quiet, but Thor heard them. And he heard the lifetime of knowing that no would care about Auggie in them.
“I’m sorry that no one has ever made you feel special.”
“I’m just a burden to people. My folks made that clear.”
There should have been bitterness in Auggie’s voice, but Thor heard more resignation and acceptance than anything else. It made him want to growl. Hell, it made him want to hit anyone who had contributed to Auggie feeling that way—starting with Auggie’s parents, but he knew doing that or even just growling was not going to help Auggie. Instead, he vowed to himself to make sure that Auggie never felt like that again.
It was no wonder Auggie wasn’t a happy-go-lucky guy.
“I think you’re special, Auggie.” He could say that every day until Auggie believed it, and then he could keep saying it because it was true and he didn’t want Auggie to forget it.
Auggie looked up at him. “Thank you. It means a lot that someone so special would say so.”
“Not just saying it.”
Auggie blinked a few times, then changed what he’d said to, “It means a lot that someone so special would believe that.”
He smiled, one hand drawing soft circles on Auggie’s back. “Better.”
Then he bent and brought their lips together. The sparks and need came rushing back at that first touch, and Auggie must have felt it too, because he arched up, trying to press against Thor. It was a touch awkward given how they were sitting and Thor shifted, laying Auggie out on the bed and lying half on top of him before continuing their kisses.
Moaning, Auggie reached up, fingers tangling in Thor’s hair.
For his part, Thor worked on getting his sweats and Auggie’s underwear off, leaving them both naked so they could rub together. Auggie’s cock was firm and hot, pressed against his skin, and his own need rubbed on Auggie’s thigh. He wanted more than to just rub off this time, though; he wanted to be inside Auggie.
“I have condoms and lube,” he said.
Auggie nodded. “Please. I still want that, too.” Reaching between them, Auggie touched his cock, fingers gentle, the touch barely a whisper.
He moaned so Auggie knew his touch was welcome, then reached over to the bedside table to grab the supplies. He shivered as Auggie wrapped a hand around him and stroked. “So good.”
His words made Auggie bolder, the hand tightening around his flesh, the strokes increasing. His eyes dropped closed, and he bit his lower lip, hips moving just a bit, working with Auggie’s touch. Then he put his hand over Auggie’s and stilled it.
“Too good,” he murmured. “I want to come inside you, not on you.”
“You could come just from this?” Auggie asked, squeezing his cock again.
“Yes.” He had no doubt of it.
“Oh.” Auggie smiled and drew his hand away. “Knowing that makes me happy, but I want the other thing, too.”
“You want to feel my fingers pushing into you, opening you up.”
Auggie swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”
“You want me to make you slick.”
“Yes.”
“You want me to push my cock inside you.”
Auggie whimpered. “Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you.”
“Yes!”
“Good.”
