“Shhh, relax, Brooks. Stop fighting it. Relax and let me in.”
“It’s so much.” Brooks was sobbing. Luca was behind him, rubbing his head and whispering praise and platitudes.
“You’re doing so good, trouble. God, it looks so fucking obscene, you stretched out on Maverick’s hand like that. You’re almost there. Doing so good.”
I finally managed to climb off the bed and joined the rest of the guys. Even Diego was close, his eyes glued on Maverick.
Maverick used the swing for momentum, working himself in, centimeter by centimeter before he was fully inside Brooks.
“You did it, brat. I’m inside. You’re mine. In every way, in everything, always. Mine.”
He started to push the swing again, slowly fucking Brooks on his fist. Mav held Brooks’s hand where it was thrashing in the bonds. Good thing they were soft or he’d be tearing the fuck out of his knuckles.
“You’re such a fucking boss, sunshine. Mav’s hand is massive. And you’re taking it like it’s nothing.”
Brooks tried to laugh but it came out more like a sob. Tears were streaming freely now, and fuck did he look beautiful.
“Gonna— Gonna come!” He sounded breathless, body shaking.
“Come whenever you need to,” Maverick encouraged, voice rough. His eyes were glued on where his wrist met Brooks’s hole. So fixated that even Maverick had no more dirty talk to give.
Diego was close then. “You’re so amazing, B. Look.” He gestured down to where his cock was hard and leaking as he jerked himself off roughly. “I’m going to get off twice. I never do that.”
Brooks’s smile was sleepy but triumphant.
“I want it on me. Oh fuck!” He thrashed and then shot his third untouched load of the night. It was so fucking impressive that I knew if I put in a little effort, I could easily release a second.
Maverick worked on slowly pulling out, putting four fingers back in almost immediately, knowing Brooks would feel incredibly empty. Someone got Diego a stool so he could reach Brooks’s head.
“Open up, B.” Brooks didn’t get his mouth fully open before Diego was shooting all over his face.
“Fuck.” I was next, aiming for Brooks’s stomach. Maverick was down to two fingers.
“Can someone get me a thin plug?”
Wes ran off.
“You did so good, sweetheart.” Luca kissed his head. “I love you so much.”
Brooks’s eyes closed and his mouth opened like he was going to speak, but no words came out.
Once the plug was in, Maverick immediately started to remove the restraints that held Brooks in the swing. Luca and Wes hurried to change the waterproof sheets for the soft ones. They’d need to be changed again, but that was a problem for later.
Brooks sobbed when Mav easily lifted him in his arms. He buried his face in his Dom’s chest. “Shh, I got you. You’re such a good boy. I’m so amazed by you. Fucking perfect.”
Mav brought Brooks to the bed and placed him in the center on his stomach, with a pillow under his hips. He shifted slightlyto the side, wincing when the plug moved. “Easy, sweetheart. Cuddle with Skye.”
That was my favorite order, especially when I was drifting on the edge of subspace myself. I threw myself into the bed and wrapped my arms around Brooks. He came easily, shoving his face into my chest and breathing in deeply.
Diego sat on the other side of Brooks. He didn’t lie down, but he held his hand, not letting go.
The Doms worked around us, cleaning Brooks’s face and hole after removing the plug. It was perfunctory. A long bath was definitely on the menu, but Brooks would need to come down a little before that. A straw was pressed to my and Brooks’s lips. The liquid sweet. Gatorade maybe? Then the Doms were climbing into the bed. Luca pressed against my back, and Maverick took Diego’s spot. Diego and Wes sat on the edge, with Diego in his Daddy’s lap.
“Love you,” Brooks mumbled into my chest. I wasn’t sure if he was talking to me specifically or all of us, but I answered anyway.
“Love you too, sunshine. Happy birthday.”
“Best birthday present ever.” Then he drifted off.
