“Keep it up, and you won’t be opening anything.”
Dylan mimed as if to zip his lips.
“Wait, are we talking about…” Kaiden asked with his jaw falling a bit slack. “I fucking knew it.”
“Did you now?” Dylan asked, gripping Kaiden’s knee to steady himself. His demeanor shifted from his aloof minxy face into something calmer, more reserved, then he turned his gaze back to Rus. “And what did you have in mind?”
“I thought we could…” Rus shrugged, looking away from Dylan nervously. “I mean, I did sort of get ready before coming over. You know, just in case…”
Dylan’s piercing gaze seemed to lay claim on Rus, making him shudder and quake and eagerly steal a glance of eye contact. When their eyes met, Dylan rushed him, and their lips collided.
Soon, the three of them were enmeshed on the couch, kissing and touching and teasing each other. Rus found himself sinking into the couch cushions, ready to submit right then and there, but Kaiden had other plans.
“Come on.” He pulled Rus up to his feet, kissing him all the way.
They took a few awkward steps; arms tangled around each other and lips pressed roughly against one another.
Rus panted, teeth biting Kaiden and hands clawing at the lacy strings of his corset vest.
There was a silent pause between them. Kaiden had this look of hesitation. Rus immediately stopped, realizing he’d gone toofar, stripping away the layers of comfort Kaiden still clung to, but after a few breaths, Kaiden gave Rus a light peck and reached his arms behind his back to untangle a few of the strings.
Dylan swooped in from the side, one hand pressed between Rus’ shoulder blades and another behind Kaiden’s back. While Rus couldn’t see Dylan work from this angle, he knew he had untied the rest of Kaiden’s strings.
Rus kissed Kaiden, falling back into their passionate moment without missing a second, and Dylan moved his lips to Rus’ neck, licking and biting and teasing with every breath.
Their bodies stumbled around the living room, at some point finding their way into the kitchen, but no one stopped for a moment. No one considered hitting pause long enough to make the simple walk to Kaiden’s bedroom. It was so much more fun kissing their way there, even if it turned into a much longer journey.
Rus yanked the dangling strings and then pushed at the small of Kaiden’s back, forcing him to follow toward the bedroom. Each backward step was more work for Rus, but he allowed Dylan’s guiding caress to lead him with certainty.
Once they’d made their way into the room, Dylan gripped Rus by the shoulders and turned him away from Kaiden’s sweet kisses.
There was a small yearning to continue kissing, to keep in this comfortable space leading up to what he desired.
Dylan steadied his grip, squeezing Rus’ shoulders tightly. “You sure about this?”
“Yeah.” Rus nodded, a bit anxious, but enthralled all the same.
Without any forewarning, Dylan shoved Rus back onto the bed. Rus bounced on the mattress a bit and sat up on his elbows while his legs hung over the edge of the bed.
“You look beautiful.” Dylan stared down at Rus, then stepped closer and stood between Rus’ spread legs.
Dylan’s knees bumped against the edge of the bed. It unsettled Rus in the most intoxicating way, waiting for what came next. Anticipation met with exhilaration. Dylan stood there silently, slowly unfastening his belt.
Rus reached out with an arm, running his fingers over the hairs of Dylan’s exposed stomach up to the frayed edges of Dylan’s crop top. As he leaned forward more, ready to help undress Dylan, Kaiden pushed Rus back and waggled a finger.
“Be patient,” Kaiden teased, brushing his hand under Dylan’s shirt and caressing his chest beneath the fabric.
A taunting action made all the more enticing to Rus when they kissed in front of him. With their lips locked, they went to work, slowly undressing. They barely paused between sweet kisses as they stripped off layer after layer of their outfits, eventually standing naked before Rus.
“I suddenly feel overdressed.” Rus grinned, reaching to unbutton his jeans.
He was met with a quick swat from Kaiden’s hand before he dropped to his knees and went to work unfastening and unzipping the jeans with his teeth.
A provocative and hot action to watch, one Rus barely had time to register as Dylan slid Rus’ hoodie over his head. It got tangled around his neck and covered his face. Something that seemed intentional the longer it remained, and the more Dylan’s lips brushed along Rus’ body.
Gentle kisses teased his skin. Each peck was deliberate and seemed to outline one of Rus’ tattoos. First, Dylan kissed his neck, then his chest, ribcage, arms, and even thighs. But those kisses below his waist might’ve come from Kaiden.
With a quick motion, they both tugged Rus’ jeans and boxers down to his knees. They inched them down slowly as they reached the edge of the bed, where his legs hung off, and pulled his slacks off entirely in a swift motion.
