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“Fuck!” Jackson shouted.
“Say you’re sorry. You don’t get to speak to me like that,” Finn ordered. He’d put up with a lot from Jackson but not that. Not that lie.
“I’m sorry! I don’t hate you. I love you. I even love how you like to torture me and use our baby to do it.”
“That’s fucking right, boy.” Finn nipped Jackson’s bottom lip. “And don’t you forget it.”
He kissed Jackson hard. Stealing his breath and that low moan that escaped. Finn was only working himself up, but some lessons needed to be taught. He devoured Jackson like a madman. If he wasn’t trying to prove a point, he’d even flip Jackson over and fuck him rough and hard over the counter. Jackson would like that way too much.
With his lips still connected to Jackson’s and his fingers still tugging on the back of Jackson’s hair, Finn reached out to rub his free hand down Michael’s back.
Michael hadn’t stopped bobbing on Jackson’s cock while making the most delicious-sounding little noises.
Fuck! But his boys turned him on.
Although Finn hadn’t said he wouldn’t fuck Michael.
He slowed the kiss before fumbling around in the drawer where he knew several bottles of lube were stashed. He might need to be concerned with how much lube was hidden around the cabin and what his buddies were doing there. Except it had benefited him more than once during his stay.
Finn finally found the right bottle and withdrew from the kiss. He popped open the lid before he smirked at Jackson. Then moved behind where Michael was leaning over the counter to swallow Jackson’s cock.
“Baby boy?” Finn asked, as he gripped Michael’s hips.
Hand around the base of Jackson’s shaft, Michael lifted his head. “Oh yes, Daddy. Fill me up.” He turned back toward Jackson. “Sorry, bubbie. You should start behaving.”
Jackson snorted. “And you should put my cock in your mouth.”
Still looking Jackson in the eyes, Michael leaned forward and licked the head of Jackson’s dick. “Should I? Should I really?”
“I’m sorry, baby. Please suck me.”
When was Jackson going to realize that Michael wasn’t the pushover that Jackson believed?
“My toy,” Michael said. “I play how I want.” He licked again.
“Good baby,” Finn praised Michael. He pulled down Michael’s soft lounge pants before tearing off the diaper.
Michael pushed back onto his fingers as Finn circled his hole with a slick finger.
“Please, Michael! I’m sorry!” Jackson begged.
Jackson would figure out that Michael had a bit of a naughty streak and liked torturing Jackson as well. Although their baby did give in way too easily.
“Then be nice,” Michael admonished. He did go back to sucking Jackson again.
“I’m nice!” Jackson said. “I’m so fucking nice. I will buy you the biggest, hardest puzzle I can find if you’ll just get me off.”
“No coming,” Finn reminded. “You don’t want to find out what the punishment for breaking that rule is.”
Jackson looked like he was contemplating it.
“I have several cock cages around here.” Finn was pretty sure anyway.
Jackson swallowed hard.
Finn undid his belt and pushed his pants down enough to pull out his dick. With the chain still between him and Jackson, the three of them were even more connected.
It would be up to his boy if he wanted to test Finn or not. If one orgasm was worth forfeiting who knew how many more Finn could withhold.
