“Poor puppy. I had my turn, though I think Genie would give you a wish or two, too?”
“Finn,” Nix moans, settling back into his subspace where his hard cock and clenching hole feel like a magic all their own. Finn can read his mind; he’ll make him come.
“Nix, you want me to fuck you?” Finn growls and shucks his button-down and khakis in the blink of an eye. Gideon sits up, and he kisses Nix’s forehead and then his lips, licking in and sucking on his tongue.
“Want to come,” he begs, still aching deep in his belly.
“Not yet, though…” Finn mutters to himself. “Wanna see you—look for myself.” He runs his finger inside the bralette, tracing the steps of Gideon’s photos. Down over Nix’s quivering belly, to the tiny waist chain and rings around Nix’s dick. “So much better in person.”
“Finn, please.”
Finn is done talking, though, like he has turned inwards to that place in his mind; and if that’s where he is, then that’s where Nix will reach him.Fuck me. Fuck me. Please. I need you. I’m empty. Fill me up.He sends the messages along their mind connection.
Finn meets his eyes, and he smiles. It’s still a miracle.
Gideon must realize what they’re up to, because he groans, “Alright, you two, there are three people in this bed.” He’s joking, but he’s not wrong; it’s sort of rude.
“Sorry, Master.”
Finn jerks and whines at the words. “He calls youMaster? Fucking fuck. That’s hot.”
Gideon chuckles with no small amount of gloat. “It is so. Might have to be a thing.”
Nix thinks so, too. “Master fucked Genie so well. But I didn’t come, Finn,” he whines, attempting to sound pathetic and needy, which he totally is.
“I’dnever leave you hanging, Nix,” Finn teases. “Can’t even give a guy a reach around, Gideon. Shameful.”
Gideon bares hisfangsat the slight. No doubt because Gideon has never leftanyoneunsatisfied. Ever.
Finn knee-walks closer, so Nix can feel his skin. “Is there anything I should know?” he asks. He’s holding his very, very nice cock in hand, not moving it or giving himself any relief, just poised at Nix’s entrance.
Belly tight and thighs aching, Nix recognizes Gideon’s proud smirk. That Finn recognizes this is Gideon’s scene, and that he’s a tool to be used to satisfy Nix.
“Fuck our pretty Genie hard, puppy. I want to hear him.”
It’s a relief when Finn’s cock breaches Nix’s hole in one long glide, all theway in, until his pelvis is pressed right up against his ass. Full again after Gideon had pulled out, the tops of Finn’s thighs slippery against Nix’s ass cheeks.
Leaning forward, he kisses Nix’s mouth while Gideon holds Nix’s hands down on the bed. He starts fucking into him in earnest: long, slow slides out and sharp, hard thrusts in. It’s mesmerizing. He loves this rhythm and begins to hold his breath on the outward pulls and then takes sharp gasping breaths, as if Finn is punching the air from his lungs. It’s euphoric. He wants to let go and enjoy the sensation, but he can’t do it himself.
“Help,” he begs.
Gideon frowns for a moment before he finally gets it. “You want Finn to choke you?”
Breath play is no joke. When Nix had wanted to try, Gideon, Finn, and Jamie had spoken about it long and hard before he’d been allowed to try it. When he came so hard he’d blacked out, the three men had been in a state of panic. But it had been one of the best orgasms he could remember, and he wanted it added to his list. Not every time, because he has great orgasms without them, but sometimes, he just needs it. They’d agreed, as long as Finn was always on hand to supervise.
Nix is caught up in his own rhythm of holding his breath, struggling for that same high as he snaps three times.
“Are you sure, Nix?” Finn asks, but he’s already sliding his long-fingered hand up the center of Nix’s chest, his other braced on the bed. Three more snaps, and Finn is applying pressure to the blood vessels on each side of Nix’s throat, constricting the oxygen to his brain in the safest way possible. There’s a surge of all those good brain chemicals, and it catapults him toward his orgasm.
Nix can’t spare a thought for how he looks, with his head back and his mouth open, drool slipping from the corners of his mouth.
Finn eases off for several gasping breaths before he applies that magical pressure again. This time, his Master whispers in his ear what he’s been wanting from the minute he woke up this morning: “Come for us, Kitten.”
He rides the euphoria over the edge. Finnfollows him with a shout, and his knot wedges past Nix’s clenching rim. The pleasure burns him from the inside out, with light searing every cell in his body. He follows the magic, and the world fades out.
“Nix, you have to wake up. You’re scaring Gideon,” Finn cajoles, when it’s he who sounds concerned.
Gideon squawks, and there’s a scuffle, which pulls on the knot still wedged in his ass.
