Kozy Killz #4 - Ch. 1 - August/Lucas (Patreon)

Unedited/Unbeta'd. This one is Patreon exclusive. Lucas “You used to be such a dedicated student, Mr. Blackwell,” August chided, using tha

Unedited/Unbeta'd. This one is Patreon exclusive.

Lucas

“You used to be such a dedicated student, Mr. Blackwell,” August chided, using that disappointed tone that melted Lucas’s brain and his core. “But your performance of late has been—” he waved a hand— “mediocre at best.” 

Lucas arched a brow in warning from his perch on August’s desk. “Is that so, professor?” 

August’s lips twitched in an aborted smile. Lucas scoffed. Somebody clearly had on their sassy pants today. He leaned back on his hands, palms sliding on some loose papers before they stabilized. When August’s gaze raked over him hungrily, he smirked and widened his legs, knowing it was impossible to miss how hard he was. 

August reclined back in his oversized leather office chair, giving a sigh like Lucas was trying his patience. “You hardly make any time for our sessions anymore. Yet I’ve been awfully generous with my grades given your poor performance.” 

Lucas would have been angry on his character’s part if August wasn’t palming over the outline of his cock through dress pants that were far too tight for Lucas’s liking. It was bad enough that most of the student body lusted after him. He didn’t have to dress so slutty. 

Lucas dragged his gaze from his husband’s cock. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it, professor?” he managed, swallowing audibly as August’s nimble fingers rose to tug at a tie the same deep green as his eyes. 

“I’m not one for sugar coating things, Mr. Blackwell.” He yanked the fabric until it hung loosely around his neck, then unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt. “I’m afraid our previously agreed upon arrangement won’t be enough to earn you a passing grade this time.” 

Lucas dragged his lower lip between his teeth, distracted by the chest hair now peaking out from August’s shirt. “What exactly do I need to do then? You know how much I…need it.” 

Lucas glanced at his husband’s forearms then met his eyes. August smirked, then began slowly rolling his sleeves, revealing muscular forearms dusted with hair, the bottom bit of his tattoo peeking out from below. 

Lucas had never been the type to want a ‘bad boy’. He’d put too many away in his lifetime. But August’s ink just did something to him. Maybe it was that he was the only one who got to see underneath his husband’s buttoned up exterior? Maybe it was because he was the only one who knew just how dangerous he was. 

Lucas wanted to tell August to just cut all the bullshit so they could get to what he wanted, no what he needed. It had definitely been too long since they’d had more than a quickie. If August didn’t give him what he wanted soon, he was going to start rutting against his own hand in desperation. 

August wiped any expression from his face, dropping into that stern voice that made Lucas throb. “You could start by getting undressed.” 

Lucas’s eyelids fluttered as he processed August’s request, his heart rabbiting behind his ribs. What? He looked at August’s office door, suddenly feeling like an actual student. Sure, the door was locked, but it was hardly a fortress. Cricket could easily bust in with just a bit of weight behind her entrance, locked door or not. 

 This was hardly the first time they’d played these games on their break. Having three children at home made sex a bit like playing Beat the Clock. Between Alistair’s night terrors and Arabella’s recent bouts of hypoglycemia, they rarely achieved a full night’s sleep anymore, much less a sex life. 

Once upon a time the shower had been a safe space, but lately not even that was a good enough hiding spot. Their children were better at breaking and entering than any of their uncles. If they weren’t careful the Mulvaney children would have a thriving crime syndicate before they hit middle school.

August cleared his throat, drawing back his husband’s attention. 

“Like…completely?” Lucas croaked, watching August bite back another laugh.

This was obviously not the first time they’d hooked up in one of their offices. They now scheduled their alone time. But getting naked—totally naked—in the office was a whole other level of risk. Adrenaline flooded his system, his dick pressing painfully against his zipper. 

August gave away none of his own thoughts, his expression blank. “Unless you’re not interested in passing,” he murmured, sliding his office chair away from his desk, just enough to give Lucas some room. “You’re free to go, of course.” 

Lucas had to fight to keep from scoffing. There was no leaving this room with the hard-on he was sporting. The two of them already took enough ribbing from the staff. He gave August a huffy expression, sliding off the desk. “We both know I can’t afford to do that.” 

August’s malicious smile made him shiver with anticipation. “We do, don’t we,” he said with a satisfied purr. “So…what are you waiting for?” 

Lucas sat up, kicking off his shoes. They dropped the short distance to thud onto the floor. Before he could stand, August leaned forward, taking each of Lucas’s feet in hand, sliding off his socks and pressing a kiss to each ankle bone in turn. 

God, he loved this fucking man so much. 

Lucas slid off the desk, unzipping his boring blue cardigan, tugging it over his head and tossing it somewhere in the vicinity of the chair behind him. 

August’s intense stare had his nipples hardening and his cock flushed and leaking into his underwear. “Everything means everything, Mr. Blackwell.” 

Lucas’s hands shook as he fumbled over his button and zipper. August probably thought he was staying in character, but, in reality, Lucas was shaking. He needed his husband’s touch, he needed him buried inside. 

It had been so long since he’d gotten to be helpless, completely at August’s mercy. He hooked his fingers in his waistband and yanked his jeans down to mid-thigh. He stopped there, catching August’s eye as he gripped himself through the thin navy fabric of his boxer briefs, pressing his thumb against the head of his cock, his breath expelled forcefully at the mind-numbing friction. 

August stared, riveted.

 “These too, Professor Mulvaney?” Lucas asked, voice dripping with mock innocence. 

“Especially those, Mr. Blackwell.” 

Lucas loved being a Mulvaney—probably more than any of the others—but there was something so fucking sexy about the way his husband growled his previous surname. It scrambled his insides, made him want to go to his knees for him, make insane vows to worship him.

The rest of the feelings-faction made fun of his obsession with his husband’s voice. But August could read the back of a shampoo bottle in that authoritarian tone and Lucas would melt into a puddle on the ground. August used to be a talker in bed, whispering the filthiest things in Lucas’s ear as he fucked him, but it didn’t happen quite as often now. 

The only time he heard the tone now was when August was disciplining the kids and that just made things…awkward. Nothing turned Lucas on more than August being an incredible father to their kids. 

Did that make him weird? 

“Today, Mr. Blackwell.” August reminded, impatience bleeding into his words. 

“Sorry, professor,” Lucas murmured, slipping both his underwear and jeans the rest of the way off. 

The raw hunger in August’s eyes as he scanned his naked body sent a shock of heat pulsing through him. No matter how many times they were together, August always looked like he wanted to swallow him whole. His husband’s predatory instincts used to terrify him, now it made him whine in frustration. 

This was the August that had pursued him. The one who’d broken into his house and let him stab him with a knife just for the opportunity to love him. His heart swooped at the memory. The Mulvaney’s had warped his ideas on romance. 

Lucas took himself in hand gently stroking himself, eyes rolling at the sensation. “Now what, professor?” 

“Top drawer,” was all August said, palming over his own straining cock once more like he was also losing patience with their game. 

Lucas bit back a laugh when he opened the drawer and found lube. Given their play time often occurred on campus, it wasn’t unusual to see lube in August’s desk. It was funny to see that lube in his desk. Lucas was certain the company’s packaging could be seen from space, a large lime green bottle with Sex Slime printed in bold black letters. Definitely not their usual brand. 

It had come as part of—what Lucas still hoped—was a gag gift from Adam and Noah for their last anniversary. When it came to buying traditional anniversary gifts, it was pretty simple. First year, paper, second cotton…on and on it went. Nowhere on the list was any year associated with a novelty dildo. Still, that’s exactly what Adam and Noah had gifted them, along with a free night of childcare.

They had graciously thanked them for the childcare, but one look at the enormous rainbow colored tentacle dildo and Lucas had vetoed it from the bedroom. He would let August brand him before he let him use that on him. Luckily, August had agreed it wasn’t their speed, swearing he would make it go away. 

Unfortunately, they’d woken up the next morning to a screaming match in the living room. At some point, the twins had clearly broken into their room and were now fighting over the sex toy. They’d thought it was a rainbow colored unicorn horn.

If anyone had told Lucas parenting would involve wrestling a dildo away from two disturbingly strong five-year-olds trying to suction cup it to their foreheads, he may have thought twice before having so many kids. 

He pushed aside those thoughts, pulling the lube from the drawer. “What am I supposed to do with this, professor?” 

“Open yourself up for me,” August practically purred. 

Lucas’s eyes went wide, gaze darting around the room. There was no place to really stretch out and get comfortable. He could bend over the desk but the angle would suck. He gave August a sullen look. “How exactly do you propose I do that?” 

Once more August slumped in his seat, stroking himself over his clothes. “Get creative, Mr. Blackwell. And quickly. I’m growing impatient.” 

Lucas was too. Usually it was his husband bending over for him, which he loved. But he’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss how it felt to have August splitting him open. Lucas’s cock pulsed at the thought, precum leaking down his length. 

 If his husband wanted a show, he’d give him one. He hopped back up on August’s desk, then hooked his feet in August’s arm-rests, rolling his chair close enough to place the balls of his feet on the padding there. August licked his lower lip as Lucas wet his fingers. He leaned back on one elbow, letting his thighs fall open as he reached between his legs. 

He flinched at the first touch of his own sticky finger against his hole. He circled his entrance, gazing at his husband from beneath hooded lids. August already looked a little shocked and very much wrecked, like he hadn’t anticipated Lucas giving in so easily. Lucas sucked in a shaky breath as he pushed a finger into himself, eyes falling shut as he pumped it in and out, unable to get the depth he craved at this angle.

“Am I doing a good job, professor?” Lucas asked. 

He’d wanted it to sound breathy and seductive, but it just came out desperate and needy. 

“You can take another, Mr. Blackwell.” 

Lucas’s whole body flushed as he pressed another finger inside, hissing in pain as the muscle clenched tightly, burning from the sudden intrusion. “It’s been too long since you were inside me,” Lucas mumbled, closing his eyes. “I’m so tight.” 

He heard August’s grunt, but couldn’t bring himself to pry his lids open and look. Instead, he tried to push deeper as he scissored his fingers inside, but there was no way to get the angle he needed. Not like this. 

He sucked in a sharp breath as lips brushed high up on his inner thigh. “P-professor?” 

He cried out softly as one of August’s fingers slipped in to join his other two, his husband mouthing over whatever skin he could reach. “Let me do it. We haven’t got all day.” 

Lucas couldn’t even bring himself to pretend to be offended. He pulled his own fingers free, collapsing back on the desk, staring up at the ceiling, already panting from anticipation. Lucas yelped as August thrust three fingers inside hard and deep, dragging his fingertips along his inner walls until he hit his prostate. 

Lucas’s hips came off his desk as he choked on a broken sob. “August, please.” 

August ignored him, his mouth ghosting along his ass, his thighs, the base of his cock. “Fuck me, professor. I’m ready. I promise.” 

August slipped his fingers free leaving him feeling open and empty. Lucas sat up enough to see what he was doing. August smirked, undoing his belt and lowering his zipper, pushing his clothes out of the way just enough to free his straining cock. Saliva pooled in Lucas’s mouth as August took the lube and spread it over himself. 

“Time to earn that A, Mr. Blackwell.”

Before Lucas could ask how they were going to do it, August slid his chair forward, gripping him around the waist and tugging him down into his lap. Lucas settled with his knees on either side of August’s thighs, hovering just enough for August to rub his cock between his cheeks. 

Lucas caught his gaze. “Please, stop teasing.” 

A low growl came from deep within August’s chest and then the blunt head of his cock was breaching his rim. He winced as once again, his body seized up, pain shocking through him. He took a shaky breath, giving a soft laugh so he didn’t worry August as he tried to convince his body to relax. 

“You okay, baby?” August whispered, concern bleeding into his tone. 

“It’s just been awhile.” He wrapped his arms around his husband’s neck and drew him in, licking into his mouth in a lingering kiss before saying, “But you know I like it when it hurts a little bit… professor.” 

August’s hand closed around Lucas’s throat, capturing his lips in a much filthier kiss that stole Lucas’s thoughts. It was harsh and raw and greedy. He bit as his lips until Lucas was so loose and pliant he barely felt any pain when his husband fucked up into him, burying himself to the hilt in one go. 

“Oh, fuck. I missed this,” Lucas mumbled in between kisses, tightening his grip on August’s neck. 

Lucas wasted no time, rolling his hips, moaning each time the head of August’s cock dragged over that spot deep inside. His cock slapped against his stomach each time he bounced himself on his cock, the obscene sound of skin on skin, competing with the rhythmic squeaking of the desk chair. 

They both seemed to notice at the same time, laughing into each other’s mouths. 

“They’re definitely going to know what we’re doing in here,” Lucas said, not breaking his pace. 

“Who fucking cares? I have tenure and you’re too famous to fire,” August said. “We could probably fuck in the middle of the quad and keep our jobs.” 

“But not our dignity,” Lucas said, breathless, muscles burning. “My legs are getting tired.” 

“We need to work on your stamina, Mr. Blackwell,” August said, standing with Lucas in his arms, still buried deep. 

He laid him out over the desk once more, catching Lucas’s knees over his elbows. This new angle had August’s cock making a near direct hit against Lucas’s prostate, setting off sparks behind his eyelids. Desperate noises fell from his lips as August fucked him hard and deep, gripping Lucas’s thighs to hold him in place as he pounded into him.

Lucas moaned with relief when August’s fist finally closed around his neglected cock, his palm still tacky with lube. “Don’t stop. I’m so close.” Lucas knew he wasn’t going to last. August had been edging him since he’d started texting him dirty messages during nine am classes. “Please, please…” he begged. 

August tightened his grip, twisting his hand just the way Lucas needed, three more strokes and he arched his back, coming hard, whiting out his vision and knocking his brain offline. 

His whole body shook as pleasure continued to shiver through him as August continued to use his body. It hurt a little, his body oversensitive. But he wasn’t lying when he said he liked when it hurt a little. Liked looking up at August’s pinched expression, the way his mouth fell open as he chased his own release with no worry about Lucas’s. There was something weirdly primal about it. 

August’s rhythm faltered, a telltale sign he was about to come. He groaned, grinding his hips against Lucas like he needed to be as deep as possible before he released inside him. He could feel his cock throbbing against his twitching rim and it made Lucas’s own dick want to rally.

August collapsed on top of him, still breathing heavily. After a few minutes, he gently pulled out, pulling wet wipes from his desk to clean them both up. Once they were both dressed again, Lucas curled up in August’s lap, his head on his shoulder. 

“Don’t forget I have a meeting with the department chair at six so you can take the kids and head home first,” Lucas said. 

August made a noise of agreement. “It’s on my calendar. I’ll take them to get pizza before we head home. The place with the indoor jungle gym wears them out before bed.” 

The place with the indoor jungle gym was like the wild west on weekends. There were kids screaming and parents short-circuiting and games that beeped and buzzed and screamed like alarm clocks. It was fairly tame during the week, with most parents not having the time or energy. But that didn’t mean it was entirely without its triggers. 

Lucas lifted his head, kissing August’s chin. “Don’t forget your headphones or you’ll end up with a migraine…or worse.” 

They both knew the or worse would be a public meltdown alone with three children. It had yet to happen. Still, they were always cautious when August would have the kids alone. 

“If you’re worried, I can get Cricket to meet me there,” he said, hand slipping beneath Lucas’s sweater to rub his belly. “I don’t want you to stress yourself out while you’re in your meeting.” 

August said it like it was nothing. No big deal. Just a simple solution to a complex problem, but it made Lucas’s heart clench. That August would somehow run through all the facts and conclude that Lucas didn’t trust him alone with their children broke his heart. It was absurd. August was a shockingly good father, far better than Lucas in so many ways.

August never lost his temper, never snapped at them or grew frustrated with them. With the exception of his ‘meltdowns’ as they’d come to call them, he was comfortingly level-headed. Even when he was overstimulated, his spirals were never directed towards their children. He would always ensure they were safe before removing himself from the situation. 

If anything, Lucas was the unpredictable one. Before the kids were born, he’d been certain he would be the patient one, the calm one, the one who understood how their children processed information. After all, he was a professional. He had years of child development classes as part of his behavioral sciences degree. 

But Lucas had never considered he’d be the crazy one, that, when it came to his children, there was nobody more irrational than him. The moment the twins were born, logic and reason went out the window. He was notorious amongst the daycare staff for his panicked phone calls, overly wordy letters and sometimes harsh opinions of the staff. 

While the girls were now in private school, Alistair was still at the university childcare center, a program renowned for its curriculum and early childhood development studies. August had taken over all communications since a three-year-old child had bitten Alistair and Lucas had sworn a blood oath that he would fight the child’s father on sight if he saw him. 

When the girl’s had told Lucas that they were deliberately being separated in class, Lucas had raged, telling August that he wanted them fired for psychologically torturing his daughters. 

August had eventually talked Lucas down by reminding him that if the girls didn’t learn to have some individual sense of self they were going to end up as…Asa and Avi. That had brought him up short. Nobody wanted that. 

Lucas could admit that he tended to act first, think later. Much to everyone’s embarrassment. Well, everyone but August. He found Lucas’s irrational behavior hot. And that’s why their fucked up marriage worked perfectly for them. 

“It’s not like that,” Lucas said. “I know you don’t need a babysitter. I just don’t want you to get overstimulated. We have to protect that beautiful brain of yours. There’s a shortage of smart people in the world.” 

“That’s why we should have another one,” August said, casually. 

Lucas froze, looking up at him. “Four?” 

“No, just the one,” August countered, holding up a finger as if Lucas had misunderstood. 

“You know what I mean. You think we could handle four kids total? We just got AJ out of diapers. You want to go back to the starting line again?” Lucas asked. 

Lucas wasn’t saying no. They’d talked about it early on. How many kids they’d want to have. August had been hesitant to say more than one until he saw that he could care for a child and not put them in danger. But after the twins were born, they had discussed having a big family. 

Cricket had always been on board with the idea. She loved being a mother. She loved co-parenting with them as much as they did her. Their arrangement just worked for them, for all of them. 

“I can practically hear you thinking of all the things you’d have to consider first. But knee-jerk reaction. Do you hate the idea of doing it one final time?” August asked. 

Lucas shrugged. “Four is better than three. AJ is sort of the odd man out at the moment.”  

“This one would be all you,” August said. 

Lucas blinked at him. “All me? I’m pretty sure that’s called cloning.” 

August scoffed. “I want to make sure the next one—the final one—is biologically yours.” 

“You know Alistair is mine,” Lucas said around a laugh. “He is my clone.” 

“You and Cricket actually look quite similar,” August said. “So similar you could be siblings.” 

“God, I hope not,” Lucas said around a laugh. 

August poked him in the ribs. “I’m serious about this.” 

“Why are you so worried about biology?” Lucas said, chest growing tight. “Do you think I somehow love AJ differently than the girls?” 

August scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I just like the idea of another you in the world. Nothing more, nothing less.” 

Lucas tried and failed to keep the dopey smile from spreading across his face. “You can’t just say stuff like that.” 

“I can do what I like.” 

“We still don’t know if AJ is going to inherit my…thing. He’s having night terrors just like I did in the beginning. It’s how it starts. What if the next one has it too. It seems mean somehow.” 

August’s fingers spasmed where they lay on his stomach. “You’ve helped a lot of people.” 

“And ended up in a mental institution for my trouble. Is that what you want for them?” Lucas said, shuddering at the thought. 

“Do you want the twins to end up in prison because they inherited my psychopathy?” August countered.

“We won’t let that happen,” Lucas said fiercely.

“Just like we’d never let AJ or any of our children end up in some hospital,” August said. “Would you say yes if I hadn’t suggested that you be the donor?” 

“I am saying yes either way. I’m just worried.” 

“You are always worried and our children are fine,” August reminded. When Lucas hooked a brow at him, August corrected himself. “Our children are Mulvaney’s. The best version of us.” 

Before Lucas could say anything, his alarm chirped, letting him know their time was up. “We’ll talk about this later tonight? Yeah?” 

August nodded, kissing him softly before helping him to his feet. “Yeah.” 

Lucas gathered his bag and made his way to the door. “Thanks for the…session, professor.” 

“Anytime, Mr. Blackwell,” August said. “Anytime.”