His mouth drops open, but then he looks at Conan.
Conan chuckles. “I have no intention of being farther apart from you. Noah and I have talked extensively about this. I’m going to move in here as well, as long as you’re comfortable with that.”
“But, your house?—”
“I will keep it. I don’t think I could bring myself to let it go just yet, but being there, I’m surrounded by memories. I’m trying to moveforward with you, and if you’re here, then I will be too. We can spend all your free time together. I love the idea of coming home to you every night and seeing you every morning before work. Besides, it isn’t like Noah’s house isn’t big enough. We can see how it goes and then move on from there. Maybe we’ll buy our own house one day. So, baby boy, do you want to live with us?”
Mackie is quiet, looking between us, but then he flings himself at us. We catch him, grunting under his weight, but I’m smiling as well.
“Does that mean yes?” I murmur.
“Yes, yes, yes,” he blurts. “Yes! I want to live with both of you, as long as you can do it without killing each other.”
“We’re good at teamwork when it comes to you.” I smirk. That isn’t what I meant to say, but now the idea is in my head. I move closer, and he backs it up, his eyes widening. “Should we remind you?”
“I think we should to christen our new house,” Conan adds as he circles Mackie, trapping him between us.
“Both of you, behave. I need to rest and work?—”
“You need to relax.” Conan grabs him. “And let go for a little bit. We can help with that. Like we said, we want to take care of you. We know what you need, baby boy, so let us show you.”
I grin as Conan tosses him onto the couch. Mackie bounces on the cushions as we stalk over, converging on him. Conan grabs his arms, and I grab his legs as he struggles, stretched out as he looks between us, but there’s fire in his eyes. He wants this, even if he won’t admit it. He’s always so worried about hurting us. When is he going to learn that as long as he’s happy, we are too?
Conan and I share a look, and he grins. Sliding his hands down Mackie’s arms, he tilts his head back so he’s looking at him. “I want that pretty mouth, baby boy. Noah’s going to take your perfect ass until you forget everything but us. Tonight, you’re ours.”
His eyes are wide with shock, but under it all is burning lust. “Hold him tight,” I command, and Conan smirks. Leaning down, he grabs Mackie’s chin and keeps him looking at me.
“Eyes on him, baby boy,” he orders, and Mackie shivers as I slidemy hands up his legs to his waistband and slowly pull his pants down then off. His length is swollen in his boxers, and I can’t resist kissing it until he whines. Conan’s hand tightens on his chin, keeping him still as I bite the edge of his boxers and drag them off, then I pin his ankles to the sofa and nod at Conan.
Releasing Mackie’s arms, he slides his palms under Mackie’s shirt and slowly drags it up, stopping to tweak his nipples until his cheeks are red and he thrashes in our grip, and then his shirt is off and he’s naked. I don’t know about Conan, but I just stare, drinking in the sight of my love in our house.
“Please,” he pants. “Fuck, one of you touch me.”
My hands skim up his thighs, while Conan’s slide down his arms, caressing every inch of him apart from where he wants us until he cries out, begging for more, and only then do I lower my mouth to his cock. I suck his pretty dick all the way back, and he swells in my mouth, tasting of salt as I suck him deeper.
“Noah, fuck!” he cries out, and then he gags. Glancing up, I see Conan turn his head to the side and shove his cock into his mouth, forcing him to take every inch. Grinning, I drag my teeth down Mackie’s length, causing him to whine around Conan’s shaft. Mackie claws at his arms to be let free, but it’s useless. He’s ours right now, and he knows it. When he relaxes, I reward him, sucking the tip of his cock until his eyes roll back. I want to taste his cum, but first, I want to be inside him.
“Over,” I tell Conan. Working together, we flip him. Mackie reaches for Conan again, but he dances away, stroking Mackie’s hair as I reach for the lube I stored in the table earlier and squirt it on my dick as I eye his round ass.
The lube trails down his crack. I part him and slick my fingers with it before shoving them into him.
“Fuck!” he cries out, gripping the couch and then Conan’s hands as I fuck him quickly before replacing my fingers with my length. I thrust inside him in one, smooth movement until I’m buried deep.
“Good boy,” Conan praises, still stroking his hair. “You’re doing so well, baby boy, taking him like that. Does he feel good?”
“Yes, fuck, yes, he feels good.” Mackie lifts his head. “Let me taste you.”
Gripping his hips, I drive into him steadily, hard enough to wind us both up, but not enough to get him off.
“I don’t know. Do you think he deserves to taste me, Noah?” Conan teases.
I purposely stop, and Mackie glares at me over his shoulder. “I don’t know, baby. Why don’t you beg?”
“Fuck you both,” he snarls before looking up to Conan, and something mischievous crosses his face. “Don’t you want to be in my mouth, Daddy?” Seeing the pure lust pour over Conan’s face when Mackie whines makes me tighten my hands on Mackie’s hips. My desire grows as he pushes back against me. “Please, Daddy, you want me to drink you down, don’t you?”
“Fuck,” Conan snaps as I cuff Mackie’s ass. He whines, clenching on my cock, and when he glances back at me, his eyes are wild, so I do it again, leaving a red mark on his cheeks.
“More, fuck, more,” he demands even as he reaches for Conan. He gets his hand on his cock, then he feeds Conan into his mouth until Conan’s eyes slide shut, his lips parting in ecstasy.
