Page 81 of Inextricably Tied

“I didn’t say that,” Agony snaps. Flint holds his hands up in surrender. “Fine,” Agony mimics before he turns to Harbinger. “Let’s do it.”

“All right. I’ll get comfortable.” She moves toward the bathroom, leaving Flint and Agony standing awkwardly by the bed.

“Clothes stay on,” Flint insists.

Agony fights a shudder. “You know that makes it filthier.”

The bathroom door cracks open. “It’ll be a lot easier if you stop acting like you don’t want to!”

“Who asked you?” Agony calls back. The door clicks shut.

So maybe he’s thought about it. Multiple times. And since last night — Agony’s hands slick around Flint’s cock, Harbinger dragging his fingers between her legs — gods, has he thought of anything else?

The question isn’t if Agony wants this. It’s how badly.

Ignoring self-preservation, he hoists himself onto the bed, reclining among the pillows. Flint’s gaze follows him until he realizes and jerks it away. Agony tries not to let it sting.

“You shouldn’t force yourself to fuck someone you don’t want to.” Agony crosses one leg over the other. “I’m sure she’ll understand.”

Flint scrubs a hand down his face. “I don’t not want to fuck you.”

“A ringing endorsement.”

“Look, I don’t get it. And I don’t relish the thought, but it is what it is.” Flint reaches for his belt buckle. Agony holds up a hand.

“No, no, no.”

Flint pauses. A smile cracks across Agony’s face. “If we do this…” He settles back against the pillows. “I want to hear you say it.”

The rim of Flint’s eyes spark like an ember. “Say what?”

He knows. He knows exactly. And Agony will be damned before he lets Flint take the easy way out. “I want you to tell me explicitly that you want to fuck me.”

Flint could crush Agony’s head between his hands and shut Agony up in a second. Instead, he clenches fists around the ends of his belt, hating that he loves every second.

“I want to fuck you,” he finally grinds out.

Agony’s head tilts. “Details.”

The look on Flint’s face is bitter regret, but the hard bulge in his trousers says differently. Agony can’t take his eyes off it.

“I want to make you shut the fuck up,” Flint says.

“More.”

Acid laces Flint’s expression. “I want to see what it’s like when you can’t find some smartass comment. When you’re the one who’s fucked up. When you both are.”

Flint halts, burning like there’s a thought he’s not sure he should share. That he almost feels guilty for. Agony sits up sharply. “Tell me.”

“I want to fuck with both of you at once. I want to tease until your eyes roll back, and she’s crying for me to touch her. I want to overstimulate you, and I want to edge her, until you’re both begging by the end.”

There’s the Flint who’s been hiding. Too scared to come out to play, too worried he’ll break Harbinger and leave a mark on her…but he doesn’t have that fear with Agony.

A shudder ripples through him. “Put your hands on me.”

Flint slips his belt from the loops and rolls up his sleeves.

“Stalling,” Agony yawns. Then there’s a hand around his ankle, yanking him toward the edge of the bed. Flint hovers over him, shadow making Agony’s eyes brighter.