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Asa pulled his belt free, doubling the leather and ensuring the buckle was safely in the palm of his hand. He wasn’t trying to break the skin.

Not today, anyway.

Asa was already so keyed up, he knew he wouldn’t last long. That was why he wasn’t in a rush to get his pants off.

Once there were no more barriers between them, he was going to sink his cock into the tight heat of Zane’s body, and he wasn’t going to stop until he was filling him up. Even then, he might just stay inside him, emptying himself into him until Zane’s body couldn’t hold it all anymore.

Fuck.

He let the belt swing, the crack of leather on skin loud in the nearly empty, oversized room. Zane didn’t cry out, just hissed as a perfect red mark formed over the globes of his ass.

Asa brought the belt down again, the other way this time, fascinated as much by the way the marks blossomed on Zane’s pale skin as by the noises filling the space.

Zane’s whining was muffled against Felix’s thigh, but Felix’s breathing grew heavy as Avi fucked his fingers in and out of him.

Asa swung again.

And again.

And again.

Each time, Zane’s whole body would recoil, his whimpers and whines becoming tiny sobs.

Felix threaded his fingers through Zane’s hair as Zane’s skin grew damp with sweat.

“You look so pretty like this,” Felix encouraged. “Nobody looks as pretty when they cry as you do.”

Zane closed his mouth over Felix’s cock without another word, swallowing it down.

Felix groaned. “Oh, fuck. His mouth…”

Asa lost himself in the picture they made.

Felix’s head thrown back, his dark hair spilling over Avi’s shoulder as Avi kissed his way down the slender column of his neck, Avi’s hand finding the back of Zane’s head, not forcing him to take Felix deeper, but simply wanting to feel his head bob as he sucked Felix.

After a moment or two, Avi reached for the lube, moving Felix just enough to slick himself up and slide home.

Felix moaned, his fingers finding Avi’s on the back of Zane’s head as he fucked himself on Avi’s dick, then into Zane’s mouth.

Fuck this.

Asa tossed the belt, opening his pants and shoving them out of the way.

He dribbled the lube between Zane’s cheeks, slicking it over his hole before wrapping his palm around himself.

“You want it easy or hard, Lois?”

Zane pulled off Felix’s cock long enough to toss a heated look over his shoulder, tears and saliva coating his face.

“Hard.”

He was so goddamn perfect. Asa waited until Zane swallowed Felix down once more, then rubbed the head of his cock along his crevice before snugging it against his hole.

They both groaned as Asa breached him, Zane’s body resisting the intrusion instinctively. That rejection ignited something in Asa’s brain. Some primal, near-fucking-feral instinct to force Zane’s body to accept him. To take what Asa gave without complaint.

Zane was his. Just his. He was entitled to fuck him and breed him whenever he wanted. And the fucked-up thing was, Zane wanted Asa to believe that.

Knowing Zane wanted the pain with the pleasure, knowing he needed to be claimed as much as Asa needed to claim him—that made Asa crazy.