Page 33 of Expanding Command

"You okay?"

Tristan nodded and moaned an affirmative despite barely managing to draw breath. "More, please - " he gasped, and Miles groaned, fingers tightening on his hip to hold him still.

Miles stroked down farther, just ghosting Tristan's erection where it jerked against his stomach. "Shh... be patient, sweetheart... ohh, God, you feel incredible around my cock... we can't come before they do."

The thought of waiting was as torturous and tantalizing as the slow rock of Miles inside him. He knew he could handle it, though. He ached to please both his beloved Master and their wonderful guests with his obedience and restraint. And after waiting so long, he wanted to etch every moment of having Miles inside him into his memory. He reached back and turned his face to Miles to pull him into a kiss, fingers tangling in his hair. "Miles - "

"I'm here." Miles's breath was ragged, hot against his lips, as overwhelmed as Tristan felt. He buried himself to the hilt again, grinding deep inside him, pushing a trembling cry from Tristan's lips at the rush of pleasure. "God, Tristan, you feel so fucking good!"

On the bed in front of them, Leander gave a mewling cry, drawing Tristan's attention. His husband had pulled his feet up to brace on the bed, putting himself even more on display as he tried to fuck down into Darren's thrusts. "Oh fuck yeah, fuck me like that, oh God please, harder...!"

"Pretty slut," Darren growled. "Should have done this at the party. We could have pushed you and Tristan over the back of the couch and fucked the hell out of both of you."

"Needed you inside me the instant I saw you," Leander gasped, crying out at a harder thrust. "Oh God, yes - !"

He looked so beautiful. So uninhabited, flushed and gasping with pleasure with each thrust of Darren's cock. Watching Leander let go was unexpectedly euphoric, and for a moment, all Tristan could do was take it in.

He was no stranger to fucking Leander, of course, with toys and his cock, drawing out his Master's passion and pleasure until he was trembling and begging to come. But there had always been a part of Leander that couldn't quite let go of his need to adore and take care of him, so Tristan had always known that he'd need help getting Leander here. He'd longed for this, longed for Leander to experience the pleasure and release of a top who could truly bring out his beautiful lover's submissive side.

Leander's obvious enjoyment and pleasure were a deeply gratifying reward. Tristan arched against Miles, nerves radiant with joy. "Oh yes..."

"Beautiful Tristan..." Miles worshiped his neck with kisses as he continued to move in him slowly, one arm still tight around his waist. Each thrust a rush of bliss, stoking his passion higher. He stroked his other hand over his torso, palming across his stomach, then over his chest. His thumb and forefinger caught and worried one nipple gently as he started to use him harder again.

Tristan could barely breathe. Each thrust was an agonizing rush of stimulation against nearly over-sensitive nerves, but he couldn't let himself come yet. He pressed closer to Miles, trembling. Reaching back, he grabbed Miles’s hip blindly to help anchor himself, crying out in pleasure as his body screamed for release, yet still never wanting it to end.

Miles's hips stuttered up harder, his breath ragged against his skin, voice rough. "Shh, little one," he rasped, words breathless kisses along his ear, starting to rock in him more desperately. "I've got you... God, you're so good, sweetheart, you're such an incredible fuck!"

Thankfully, Darren seemed as desperate. He groped down Leander's stomach to wrap his fingers around him, stroking in counterpoint to his hard thrusts. "Come on, my pretty whore. Come on my cock like I know you want to, come for me - "

"God!" Leander bucked down onto his cock desperately, starting to spill in his fingers even as Darren was still speaking. He was transcendent under Tristan's gaze. Or perhaps that was his own feelings, the overwhelming pleasure and agony of restraint vivid and intoxicating.

He wanted to keep watching, but his own pleasure was too intense. All he could think about was the push of Miles's cock, the need to come, and the need to hold off and please him. He sobbed in pleasure as Miles began to use him urgently, shuddering against him under the onslaught. "Please - oh God, please!"

"Come on, sweetheart - it's okay - you can come now - oh God, Tristan - !" Miles stroked down to take him in hand, and Tristan let go of control with a sobbed cry, clenching down around his thick shaft. The pleasure of orgasm rushed through him, intense and overwhelming. It blacked out everything except the frantic push of Miles's cock: the desperate, stuttered thrusts as Miles pulsed even thicker inside him, mouth pressed to his neck, crying out into his skin.

Miles was coming inside him. Claiming him.

For a long moment afterwards, nothing quite seemed real. Tristan's thoughts stuttered to nothing, body singing in the aftermath of pleasure. Of having sex with Miles, this kind, handsome man that had meant so much to him, but he'd thought gone forever. Miles was here, Miles desired him. Miles had made love to him, and Leander...

"Oh my fucking God." At Leander's dazed moan, Tristan forced his eyes open to see his husband still lying breathless and boneless against Darren's chest, stomach streaked in his own spend.

Leander was exquisitely, entirely, wrecked.

Tristan was sure he didn't look any less debauched. He gave Leander a breathless smile, sagging into Miles's embrace with a sigh of pleasure. He tilted his head for the slow kisses Miles trailed up his neck as he panted into his skin.

Leander's eyes moved over them, giving a soft, undeniably appreciative moan. Then he turned his face back to Darren for a breathless kiss, smiling. "Thank you very, very much."

"No, thank you." Miles's words vibrated softly against Tristan's throat, fingers stroking low on his stomach, slick with his seed. "You've been so kind and generous... inviting us into your home, giving us such a precious gift..."

"Tristan, maybe. My slutty little asshole isn't so precious." Leander grinned, and Darren chuckled, nuzzling his ear.

"Is that how you want to play it, then? Slutty little rich boy gifting us free use of his obedient submissive in exchange for a good, hard dicking?"

Despite being spent, Tristan couldn't help but shiver at the thought, tightening around Miles's softening cock where it still filled him. Miles moaned softly. "You like the idea of that, don't you? My sweet little bunny... giving himself over to our every whim at his Master's orders... for his Master's pleasure..."

Tristan managed a breathless response. "If you do."

Miles's lips traced the shell of his ear. "I very much do. But I like the idea of a lot of things when it comes to you, sweetheart."