“Good boy,” Rus growled, using his thumb to wipe away spit running down Kaiden’s chin. “Keep it up.”
“You ready for this?” Dylan asked, slapping Kaiden’s ass. “Huh?”
Kaiden couldn’t speak, not currently, but he gurgled and attempted to nod, much to no avail. Rus commended the effort, gently massaging Kaiden’s neck before moving his hand back underneath his chin to hold Kaiden steady as he bucked forward at full force to brutally face fuck him.
“Goddamn right you are.” Dylan pumped into Kaiden erratically, freeing his hand from Rus, and now focused on keeping a firm grip on Kaiden’s hips. “Fucking take it.”
Dylan pulled out just long enough for a warm spurt to hit Kaiden’s exposed hole. He moaned with Rus’ dick deep into his mouth and whimpered as Dylan pushed back inside. Thankfully, Dylan’s thrusts had slowed, but he continued pouring the rest of his load into Kaiden.
Rus let out an aggressive grunt, pushing Kaiden off his dick and stroking himself until he finished. Kaiden closed his eyes. A warm burst hit his cheek, then a second, and the third seemed to jet across his entire face like a string splattered from chin to forehead.
“Fuck,” Rus panted, rubbing the head of his dick along Kaiden’s messy face, spreading his seed everywhere.
As Kaiden lay there, lost in the ecstasy of their completion, he prepared himself to ask for a towel when a lubed hand gripped his cock. He shuddered, keeping his eyes firmly shut to avoid getting cum in them, but he curiously reached to find Rus still kneeling above him.
“You love it, don’t you?” Rus said, running his hands down Kaiden’s shoulders.
Dylan stroked Kaiden faster, focused on the nerves at the head of his cock. Kaiden bucked a bit, drawn into the sensation, and without warning, he shot his load.
“Fuuuuck.”
“If you think that was good, just wait until round two,” Dylan said with a chuckle.
“Gah, please tell me round two is not tonight.”
“Well, we’ve got to see how you handle Rus dick up your ass while taking mine down your throat.”
Kaiden let out this exasperated laugh. Part of him eagerly wanted to see the same; another part wanted to rest.
“Can someone at least get me a towel first?”
“Sure thing.” Rus stepped away for a moment.
Kaiden felt Dylan’s presence, his face approaching, even with his eyes closed tight. Their lips met, and Dylan kissed him with no concern for the cum.
“You were brilliant.”
“Careful,” Kaiden said with a smile. “Flattery will get you everywhere.”
“That’s the plan.” Dylan kissed him again, and Kaiden lost himself in the rush that a part of him wanted to ramp up this next round immediately, but he figured his boyfriends would surely need a little time for themselves to recover.
“Can we please move this to the bed for round two?” Kaiden asked. “The carpet is really hard on my knees.”
“I suppose,” Rus said, delicately placing a towel over Kaiden’s face. “But if it pops, I’m not taking the blame.”
The three of them laughed, lying on the floor together as Kaiden gently rubbed his face clean.
Chapter Twenty-One
Thenext morning, Rus woke up to find Kaiden retrieving his clothes and heading into the shower. Dylan had sprawled out across the air mattress; his arm pressed heavily against Rus’ windpipe. After rolling Dylan off him, he brushed the sleep out of his eyes and tried to adjust to the brightness of the room. Kaiden’s place got a lot more sunlight than his tiny apartment.
Once the shower turned off, Rus half expected to catch Kaiden traipsing out dripping wet, but minutes ticked by before he stepped out fully clothed in his compression tank, slipping on his oversized work shirt.
“Sexy top.”
“Right back at you.” Kaiden winked.
Rus paused, realizing he had slept shirtless, and then the joke dawned on him.
