The knowing grin that overtook Valentin’s face made Wes’s stomach somersault.
Valentin eyed Assa. “Strip,” he commanded. Stepping back from Wes, he looked at him. “You too.”
Wes swallowed roughly. The enigmatic alpha was going to give Assa what he needed, and he was going to give Wes exactly what he wanted.
Wes shucked off his socks after removing his T-shirt and jeans. He stood next to Assa, both clad only in short white boxer briefs.
Valentin stalked toward them, palming himself over his underwear. “Uh-uh-uh,” he tutted, wagging his finger back and forth. “Everything comes off.”
Wes caught Assa’s trancelike expression as he obeyed.
When they stood naked, Wes met Valentin’s steady gaze.
The alpha moved forward and placed a hand on their shafts. He stroked languidly, not enough to get them off, but enough to keep them hard and on edge. “Such pretty beta cocks,” he cooed. “We are going to have so much fun.”
Assa moaned.
“I don’t mind taking charge,” Valentin said. “But it would be helpful if you gave me a better idea of exactly what you’re looking for. I’m up for anything, but you should tell me your limits.” He leaned down to punctuate his businesslike request with a quick kiss to the tip of Assa’s cock. “It might also be easier to have this conversation on the couch.” He coaxed them over to the midnight-blue sofa.
Valentin sat on one end and tugged Assa down to straddle his lap. He motioned for Wes to sit on his other side. As soon as he did, Valentin gripped their heads and engaged them in a sensual three-way kiss that made Wes’s toes curl.
It had been a long time since Wes was this eager to take part. As happy as he was to be a voyeur, he wanted to be close to this alpha.
Assa must have sensed this difference. He kneaded Wes’s lower back, massaging his ass as he used his other hand to hang on to Valentin’s shoulders.
Eventually, Wes pulled away from the kiss, laughing breathlessly. “About that conversation…”
Valentin chuckled. “Sorry.” He circled a finger around one of Assa’s nipples. “Once this amazing man was in my lap, my brain melted.”
Wes’s lips turned up. “I can sympathize.”
Assa chuckled and fell forward into Valentin, exhaling loudly. “I wanna get fucked,” he mumbled into the alpha’s chest hair, the same chestnut color as the curls on his head.
Valentin’s pupils widened at Assa’s blunt request.
“He wants to get fucked,” Wes confirmed, rubbing a hand over Assa’s ass, dipping two fingers into his crease to tease his hole. “And I want to watch.”
“Just watch?” Valentin asked.
“I’m not sure,” Wes hedged. “I usually get off. Sucked or jerked or just take care of myself.”
Valentin nodded, and Assa wiggled on his thighs.
“I go with the flow,” Wes clarified. “See how I feel in the moment.”
“And do you ever like to—” Valentin waved his fingers.
“Have someone top me? Not generally, but there have been times I’ve enjoyed it.”
“Alright,” Valentin said. “I’ll make sure not to push. But then, you have to promise me.”
Wes smirked. “What?”
“If you need something from me, something more than what I’m giving you, you ask for it.”
Wes locked their gazes. “I can do that.”
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