Gatlin sucked as his tongue slipped free, brushing the cinched skin of his sac with a tender flick. “Mmm.”
Viraj’s moans came muffled, filtered through Teige’s mouth.
A desperate hand snatched out for Gatlin’s, and Teige finagled his cock free, urging Gatlin to stroke his leaking hardness. With a wet sound, he rose, breathing deeply while Viraj moaned Gatlin’s name. Teige’s swollen lips turned up into a smile, catching Gatlin’s curious gaze toward him. “Vivi is going to blow first, then take me. Then I want you to kiss him.”
Caramel heat swam in his tones, his watered-down accent growing thicker in his need. His brogue was a beautiful thing that America slowly stripped him of more by the year, so Gatlin treasured it and would obey.
A needy whimper drove Viraj to rock his hips, cock flicking over Gatlin’s hungry mouth, earning a delicious suck and nuzzle. A pulse of precum rewarded him as another sharp moan quieted under what must have been Teige’s mouth.
With one hand, Gatlin cupped Viraj’s sac, and the other, he released Teige’s cock to sink into Viraj’s pants and steal a swipe of slick. The herbal, honeyed scent made Gatlin rumblewith desire, roll his tongue, and relish Viraj’s struggle to find his penultimate pleasure.
Teige’s cock throbbed the moment Gatlin pulled his slick fingers free of Viraj’s pants and circled his cock. A slick stroke with one hand, a fondle with the other, and thrust of his tongue along the underside of Viraj’s cock made them break apart and pant his name as one.
Rhythm came easily, tongue and hands moving in concerted effort, playing them like instruments, their noises a song that would never have a perfect tempo or pitch, only chaos and adoration. It was that song that made him sure they loved him.
Gatlin’s thumb traveled the frenulum of Teige’s cock, tracing the crown with alacrity. Every pulse, shudder, and little rock of his hips into Gatlin’s fist made tensions rise, breath shudder, drool pool around his lips.
“Fuuuck that feels good,” Teige’s said, his husky voice cracking.
Gatlin only hummed, focusing on Viraj as his pitch sharpened and body stiffened. A flick of his tongue and suckle later, fingers grazing his tightening sac, and Viraj thrashed, body shaking as sweet spend poured over Gatlin’s tongue. Viraj’s cock slipped free, leaking over Gatlin’s chin with an errant stripe and within a panting moment, came down with a soft groan.
Gatlin wasted no time in sliding to the right, cum-slick lips descending on Teige with a rumble of pleasure.
Teige was bigger, whether by virtue of being a Drake or being raised eating whole sheep and terrorizing inbred villagers. So, it always took Gatlin a moment to adjust his jaw, to accommodate his girth. The tangy heat of him, the salt and musk, the lightest scent of fresh sweat that hovered in the realm of a fresh-baked loaf of sourdough with the ear singed, a hint of fire to it.
Viraj whimpered his way down the scale of emotions one encountered after a vulnerable moment, and Teige grumbled, his well-kissed lips flattening from pressure as his jawline clenched. Orgasm wouldn’t be far off. Teige surrendered to the sensation easily, leaning his head back, mouth falling open. “Oh fuck. I’m gonna cum. Shit!” Teige snarled, and his cock bucked, his only warning before Gatlin’s tongue bathed in salted spend.
Gatlin swallowed as eagerly for him as he did Viraj, licking and sucking him into a lull of complacency. His voice, rough as gravel, broke free after his final gulp. “C’mere, Vivi.”
Viraj adjusted his seat to sit up as Gatlin stood and leaned over, capturing their mate’s lips in a kiss. With Teige fresh on his lips and Viraj’s own spend not too far off of it, the newly discovered Dette melted beneath the assault of tongue.
And as their lips broke, Viraj stared him down with pure hunger. “Let me take care of you. Please.”
Gatlin brought Viraj’s hand to his groin, the bare pressure of his slender fingers over his slacks enough to earn a throb. “Feel this?”
The stiffness in his pants begged for want of touch, and Gatlin very much so wanted Viraj on his knees, Teige behind him, anything. That wasn’t Gatlin’s style, though. He hated to get off for the sake of it, like a trade or an expectation. Viraj lightened his touch and despite the pleading expression. “It’s for me, for later?”
“That it is. And when we see Ashwin, you think about what waits you at home. He cannot take that away from you.” Gatlin nuzzled over Viraj’s cheek, his chest swelling with pride because nobody could take their mate away. Nobody had that right.
Chapter Sixteen
Viraj
A car waited for them at the airport, picking them up on the tarmac in the privileged way that only the wealthy got to enjoy.
Viraj had gotten a quick shower aboard, changed clothes,brushed his teeth. All that, and he still felt like the scent of cum lingered. But it was of no matter.
They one by one sidled into the back seat of a limousine, the flashy stretch of it a thing of the past, not the elegance it once was.
They spread apart in the seats, Teige on one side, Gatlin on the other with Viraj in that odd bucket seat in the side like the ringmaster of their den.
“Fancy little cuck chair you have there, Vivi. Want to watch Gatlin and I—” Teige wiggled his fingers and earned a huff and a sigh.
“If we weren’t about to meet my father, that would be ideal. As it stands, it’s merely a modestly bad idea in the…” Viraj checked his phone, the GPS counting down the minutes until they reached the consulate. “Sixteen minutes until our appointment.”
“So, you’re saying we should be quick?” Teige’s hopeful voice made Viraj’s heart warm, but Teige waved him off.
“Vivi’s needs come first right now. He’s the one that is bearing our eggs.” Gatlin nodded, and Virajalmostwanted to make them do it just so he could jerk off—but such was something he wanted to take time with. Time they didn’t have.
