Freddie’s eyes sparkle. He hums, then replies, “I’ll think about it . . .”
“Bullshit,” Liam growls, crawling onto the bed. He stalks Freddie until his head is over Freddie’s bent knees, looking feral. “You already are.”
Rather than look scared, Freddie grins. “And where am I going to live?”
Liam rests his chin on the duvet stretched between Freddie’s knees. He’s gone from terrifying beast to begging dog. “Here. Obviously.”
“You’ve got to ask me,” Freddie says.
I smirk and carefully move up the bed. “Will you move in with us?”
Freddie glances between us. “I’ll think about it.”
“Bullshit,” Liam growls again. “You’re here, and we’re not letting you go. I’ll handcuff you to the bed if you try to leave.”
Freddie shivers, and breaks eye contact with Liam.
“I thinks he likes the idea,” I say, joining them further up the bed. “It turns him on.” I nudge Freddie with my elbow. “The thought of being restrained and touched by us . . .”
Liam lifts his head, then tugs at the duvet until it slips down Freddie’s shins exposing his erection. “I think you’re right, Ryker . . .”
“We’ve got ourselves a pillow princess . . .”
Freddie’s knees knock together. “I don’t even know what that means.”
“It means I’m going to suck your dick now, and you’re going to love it,” Liam replies as he opens Freddie’s legs and ducks down with his mouth wide open.
“Definitions may vary,” I laugh.
Liam starts sucking Freddie slowly, his preferred way to do anything sexual, but I want Freddie to have it hard and messy, so I push my brother’s head down, forcing him to take Freddie deep. Liam doesn’t protest, and I grab hold of his hair to push him on and pull him off Freddie’s cock over and over, gainingmomentum. I’m using my brother’s mouth as if it were my fist—fast, deep strokes to get Freddie off. The sound is filthy and wet, and I kiss Freddie hard while listening to him groan and my brother splutter on his cock.
It’s over in a matter of seconds, and Freddie collapses against the headboard with a thump. He’s panting hard, and I use the duvet to mop his sweaty brow. He’s flushed and smiling with a dazed look in his eyes.
Liam lifts his head while licking Freddie from his lips. “Really?”
I shrug. “What can I say. I’m eager for blueberry pancakes . . .”
Liam laughs, he actually laughs, and I’m stunned silent for a moment. “Does that mean you don’t want a hand job this morning?”
“Woah,” I say. “Be reasonable.”
Liam gestures to Freddie who startles. "Me?"
"Yes,you," Liam confirms.
Freddie is cautious and sweet and it takes a lot for me not to flip him over and jerk off onto his chest. Liam shoots me a stern look, a 'don't misbehave' glare so I lay there, clutching the bed sheets to make sure I don't try to touch, and let Freddie get his bearings. His hand is soft, and my arousal helps it rub smoothly against my sensitive skin. It's heaven on earth, and when he starts to use both, I sink down with a groan.
It's all the encouragement he needs.
“Do you want to taste him, Freddie?” Liam asks.
Freddie’s hands stop on my cock. “What?”
I shake my head. “You don’t have to.”
“Do exactly what you're doing, he likes it, and run your tongue over the head of his cock.”
Freddie looks at Liam, then me, then my cock. He lowers his mouth so tentatively that I think I might ejaculate in his face before he gets to me. He keeps bringing both hands down on me,and I'm on the edge of orgasm before Freddie tries a firmer pass with his tongue. A jolt of electricity goes through me. I moan so loudly I swear the room shakes.
