“Well, hopefully not everyone else,” Dylan teased. “That’s a lot of dicking even for me.”
Kaiden snorted, then covered his face as his cheeks burned bright red.
Rus rolled his eyes and grinned. “Anyway, what matters is what we want.”
“Well, yeah, that’s true.” Kaiden rocked his head side to side, calming down. “I guess I just don’t know the rules, the proper steps we’re supposed to follow. If this is going to be successful.”
“Successful?” Dylan asked, his smile growing bigger. “It’s not a test. We don’t need a score to maintain a passing grade.”
“Thank God,” Kaiden said. “I always failed those.”
Dylan pressed his forehead to Kaiden’s, stealing him from his thoughts. He knew all too well how quickly Kaiden could dwell on something.
“Test or not, we do need a healthy relationship, right?” Kaiden sulked a bit.
“I think a healthy relationship involves an emotional bond, right?” Dylan asked.
“We’re already there or on our way,” Rus added.
“And there are plenty of first date hookups that turn into committed relationships where they sort of fill in the details of connection as they go,” Dylan continued. “There’s no one-size-fits-all.”
“Yeah, that’s true.” Kaiden pondered.
“But we can stop, we can figure this out on another date night.” Dylan puckered his lips, giving Kaiden a sloppy kiss before releasing his timid boyfriend.
“The important thing is that we make our rules,” Rus said, delicately brushing a hand along Kaiden’s bangs to help swoop the gelled hair back in place. “We decide what our relationship is. No one else. This can be whatever we want it to be.”
With that, Kaiden swooped in, kissing Rus passionately. The grind of his body drew Dylan in, but he resisted. He lay back on the bed, watching his boyfriends lock lips, watching Kaiden quickly strip off his corset vest while Rus slipped off his shirt.
Kaiden paused, taking in Rus’ slender, muscular form. “Is it okay if I keep on my shirt?”
Dylan ran his hand along the silky dress shirt. “Absolutely.”
“We make the rules,” Rus replied. “You set your own boundaries.”
“Good.” Kaiden smiled, unfastening Rus’ jeans. “Well?”
Rus sat up some and unzipped his jeans, pulling them down to reach his knees that sank into the mattress. His bulge caught Dylan’s eye, and when Rus slipped down his boxer briefs, a beast of a thing flopped out.
“Christ,” Kaiden said wide-eyed, taking the words right out of Dylan’s mouth.
Rus had a big dick. Bigger than Dylan’s. From his somewhat colorful history of casual encounters, Dylan wagered Rus was somewhere close to eight inches. Clearly, he wasn’t short everywhere.
Kaiden stroked Rus’ semi-erect cock, still straddling Dylan while he worked. Kaiden locked his eyes onto Rus, who released a soft groan as Kaiden continued rubbing his hand up and down the shaft, following the slight curve of the cock that leaned a bit left. Pulling back the foreskin of Rus’ uncut dick, Kaiden leaned down and took the head into his mouth.
Dylan remained entranced, watching Kaiden bob his head up and down onto Rus’ dick. He bucked a bit, instinctively mimicking Rus’ movements. Dylan found himself throbbing harder the longer he kept himself contained. Before he knew it, Kaiden had adjusted himself, running his hand up Dylan’s pant leg. Fuck. The way he took his time as he brushed past Dylan’s erection only made him ache more.
For someone who professed having the least experience, someone who only ever had a few boring hookups that lacked passion, Kaiden moved between his two boyfriends with an expertise. He continued sucking Rus’ cock, slurping and taking him in a bit deeper each time until he returned to the head, using the reprieve to likely breathe. All the same, he kept moving his hand up Dylan’s pants until he reached the button to unfasten them. In a quick motion, he unzipped them and yanked at the band of Dylan’s boxers ever so slightly.
Dylan assisted, sliding his pants and boxers down his thighs halfway and fishing out his dick.
“Fuck,” Kaiden panted as he took in the sight of Dylan’s dick, then returned his gaze to Rus’ cock for a moment. “I’m surrounded by giants.”
Dylan snickered. He wasn’t as big as Rus, but he’d certainly been complimented on his thick dick plenty. While Rus easily had an inch or two on Dylan, who sat somewhere between six and a quarter to six and a half if he stretched the measurement, Dylan’s dick was much wider in circumference. So much so, Kaiden seemed to use his hand to gauge the size. Each slow stroke helped take the width of the beast into account.
Kaiden soon shifted his position, sprawling on his stomach and lying between Dylan’s legs as he went to take the dick into his mouth. Just the head for now. Dylan tensed, taking in a shaky breath as Kaiden wrapped his lips around the tip, swirling his tongue around the head.
“Argh,” Dylan groaned, running a hand over the back of Kaiden’s head and encouraging him to take in just a bit more.
