Family Life - Part 2 (Lucas & August Mini-Fic) (Patreon)

This is just a repost from April because it somehow got deleted. AugustAugust pressed a kiss in the center of Lucas’s bare chest, then moved

This is just a repost from April because it somehow got deleted. 

August

August pressed a kiss in the center of Lucas’s bare chest, then moved to lick over one hardened nipple. “Put the camera down. They’re sound asleep. The owlet will let you know if anything is wrong.”

Lucas set the monitor down on the table, but didn’t turn the screen off. “What if it malfunctions?”

“What if it doesn’t?” August countered, moving to kneel between Lucas’s knees, before gently pulling him until he was flat on his back.

Lucas’s legs fell open, his invitation obvious, even though he was still clearly unraveling about the girls. “It could though.”

August rested his cheek on Lucas’s inner thigh, his semi-hard cock within reach. But it was clear he was going to have to address this before any sexy times would ensue. “In all the times they’ve been alive, it’s never malfunctioned. If you keep this up you’re going to have to double up your sessions with your therapist. Maybe, that’s a good idea? Or maybe a temporary anxiety medication?”

Lucas once more stared at the monitor before turning it face down, his expression miserable. “Maybe. They’re just so little and helpless. Anything could happen to them.”

August kissed Lucas’s leg. “But it won’t. They are both healthy and happy. Beyond happy. They’re spoiled rotten. My father built them their own palace in the mansion, gave them a playground in the backyard that they won’t even be able to enjoy for another year. They have an army—a literal army—of killers wrapped around their fingers. There is nobody safer than them. Okay?”

Lucas took a deep breath and let it out, making eye contact with August. It sent a shock of pleasure through him. His husband was so fucking sexy, even when he was being absolutely over-the-top feral about their children. Especially then, if August was being honest. The way Lucas loved Adelyn and Arabella evoked an almost primal response in August, something he couldn’t logically explain.

“Distract me?” Lucas murmured, his hands tangling in August’s hair, guiding him to his cock.

August took the crown into his mouth, licking over his slit before pulling off and aiming lower, sucking on his balls while Lucas broke out in goosebumps. “Oh, fuck.”

August smiled, nuzzling the base of Lucas’s cock before finally taking him fully into his mouth, sucking him from root to tip. His hips jerked spastically, his heels pressing into the mattress, forcing him deeper into August’s mouth. His fingers no longer held August’s tresses in a death grip but combed through his hair with both hands like he was petting him.

He was in August’s head, enjoying not only his pleasure, but his husbands. Whenever Lucas was on the receiving end of pleasure, he wanted to feel it from August’s perspective as well as his own. And when he did, he slid into an almost drugged, dreamlike state. He said August’s emotions were a massive dopamine hit for him, like taking Ecstasy before sex.

Everything was just heightened.

August loved seeing Lucas like this, hazy, blissed out, consumed with chasing his own satisfaction. He deserved it. The babies stressed him out. Or his love for them did. August lacked the capacity to understand that level of anxiety, the fear that Lucas lived with daily. He didn’t know what it was like to constantly wonder what-if.

August didn’t live in a world of possibility. He was a scientist. He was about probability and the probability of something happening to his children was low. Far lower than most. They were well loved, well cared for, came from highly educated parents with access to funds and resources most people only dreamed of. Accidents happened, of course, but statistically speaking, the odds were in their favor.

“More,” Lucas gasped.

August slid a finger between his cheeks, finding his hole and sliding inside. It wasn’t a smooth slide, but he knew Lucas didn’t care. He was too far gone to care, high on whatever it was he was experiencing in this shared space.

He used to try to curate Lucas’s experiences, worried he might accidentally think of something horrific or traumatic, but that never happened. Lucas said August’s thoughts were always… warm. Soothing. That his love for Lucas was like a caress, a full body shiver that only heightened his pleasure.

Lucas snagged the lube and chucked it at August’s head. “I want you inside me. I want to feel you fucking me.”

August grinned. Married life also took any guesswork or decorum out of sex. There was no need to be coy or polite about what they wanted from each other. They were long past attempting to impress or worry about what the other might think. He took the lube, slicking his fingers and fucking them into Lucas a few times before using the rest on his own achingly hard cock.

He made his way up Lucas’s body, bracing himself on his forearms so he could slide their mouths together, their tongues moving over each other in a familiar dance. Lucas guided the head of August’s dick to his entrance, both of them moaning when he slid home in one hard thrust.

Lucas’s eyelids fluttered, his lips parting, as he panted. He was getting to experience both their pleasure at the same time. August was only a little jealous about that. It would be nice to experience what Lucas did, to really know what it felt like. But Lucas deserved some kind of reward carrying the burden of a talent that caused him so much distress and discomfort every day.

August took his mouth again, as he rolled his hips lazily, not in any particular hurry. Every slide into the tight heat of Lucas’s body sent a pleasant shock along his insides that August was content to experience as long as Lucas wanted.

Lucas didn’t agree, it seemed. He wrapped his legs around August’s waist, his heels driving into his ass cheeks, spurring him to move faster like he was a stud on a horse farm.

“So greedy,” August murmured against his lips.

“Fuck me. Hard,” Lucas begged.

August gave a low growl at the slight whine in Lucas’s voice. He loved when he begged, it triggered that primal instinct that just made him want to breed him, claim him. He caught his knees over his elbows, planting his hands on either side of Lucas’s head, practically folding him in half so he could drive into him, grunting with each hard thrust, giving him exactly what he asked for. “This what you need?”

“Yes. Fuck. Just like that.”

August’s spine began to tingle, his balls drawing tight against his body, his own orgasm was approaching quickly just watching himself drive into him. Lucas took his cock in hand, stroking himself, completely aware of the effect he was having on August. Another perk of sharing this connection.

August didn’t want to come first though. Lucas made such a pretty fucking picture like this, head back, lips parted, cheeks flushed, his cock wet and straining, so close to letting go.

August bit down on his lower lip, attempting to distract himself from his body’s desperate drive to get off, worried he’d have to resort to thinking about statistics or probability theory to distract his throbbing cock from the perfect heat of Lucas’s body.

But then Lucas came with a shout, spilling over his fist onto his taut belly. August growled at the sight, slinging his hips faster, driving himself deep as his own release overcame him, fucking into him again and again until his body refused to continue.

When he collapsed on top of Lucas, his arms came around him. “Thanks. I needed that.”

August rested his head on Lucas’s chest, listening to his thundering heartbeat below. “Anytime. You know that. I needed it too. I missed you. This.”

Lucas chuckled. “We had sex yesterday morning.”

August scoffed. “That was almost thirty-six hours ago.”

“I also gave you a handjob at lunch and you blew me in the library when I threatened to go get the girls from daycare,” Lucas reminded.

August took Lucas’s hands and guided them awkwardly to his back, sighing contentedly when Lucas began to draw patterns on August’s back. “What’s your point?”

This time it was Lucas who scoffed. “My point is, how can you miss me, miss this, when we’re practically together twenty-four hours a day?”

“I would chain you to me and make you follow me around all day if it was socially acceptable. I hate being away from you. Even for a few hours.”

“And you say I need more therapy,” Lucas teased.

“I do. Yes,” August agreed.

“Do you think this anxiety over the kids will ever go away? Do you think I’ll turn into some annoying helicopter dad and make them weird?”

“Oh, umnishka, that ship has sailed. They’re going to be weird.”

“Wow. Those are our children.”

“They’re going to be weird. They’re going to be smart, probably funny, but they’re going to be weird.”

Lucas snickered. “They’re just babies. You don’t know that.”

August gently bit down on the skin closest to his mouth. “They’re not just babies, darling. They’re Mulvaney’s.”

“Fair point.”