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Wren and Sparrow were undressing each other in between fervent kisses, and Galen’s cock instantly filled with blood. If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn’t have believed that they could be so sensual together. He didn’t want to be rude and watch for too long, but he couldn’t seem to look away. Once the twins were bare, the gentleman moved closer, his fingers brushing down their backs to their buttocks, avidly watching them as they touched each other. There was something beautiful about the affection in the twins’ eyes as their hands wound around each other’s hardened cocks. Galen pushed his palm against the placket of his pants to get himself under control.
The man instructed Wren to kneel in front of Sparrow and suck him, while he used the oil from the sideboard to douse his fingers, then slid them between Sparrow’s ass cheeks. Sparrow moaned, swayed, as he was serviced from the front and back, and all of it seemed too good to be true. Not only watching such a hedonistic act, but having the time to prepare properly and enjoy it instead of always looking over his shoulder. His chest tightened with a feeling he couldn’t easily explain.
He’d been performing such tasks for survival and was barely rewarded with his own pleasure. But this was something altogether different, and for the first time he felt…jealous. Of their self-indulgence. He’d always told himself time did not matter because he cared not for the men who used his body to fulfill a need. But what if in the process, he could fulfill his own needs as well? What if the act was with someone he felt a connection to?
He shook the thought away before regret overwhelmed him. This was not his life and never would be. Thankfully, after tomorrow his debt would be paid and he could move on. He liked to work on his own, manage his own coin, he reminded himself. Why make connections when it was all so temporary?
That thought firmly in place, Galen moved on to a couple of other rooms. In one, Francis’s hands were being tied to a bedpost as he writhed on the mattress, and in another, Percy and his gentleman lay facing each other on the mattress, with the man fucking into him.
Galen backed away and found purchase against the wall behind him as he caught his breath. That position was not familiar to him. He knew it was possible, of course, but it was so…intimate; he wouldn’t have enjoyed it with one of his customers, not that he ever had the opportunity. But what about with someone he relished looking at?
He’d seen enough. His spinning thoughts were making him dizzy, and he should’ve retired to bed, but he felt drawn to the last door, where he knew he’d find Azriel with Mr. Blackburn.
The aperture appeared closed at first glance, but as he drew nearer, he saw the slot was open a sliver, which was confusing. As if at the last minute, Azriel decided to either open or shut the small viewing window, but fell short of the task.
He didn’t know if that meant Azriel wanted him to watch or not, and instead of landing on the side of caution, he found himself narrowing his gaze in on the opening. What he saw took his breath away.
Azriel was sitting in a chair, completely bare, as the man watched from across the room. Azriel’s cock was erect, slick with oil, gliding easily through his fist. His skin was flushed, his legs splayed in this debauched way that made Galen’s mouth run dry, as if all of Azriel’s defenses were unraveling before his very eyes. There was also something else there, in his slackened features—a sense of calm, or perhaps peace, that was so spellbinding, Galen couldn’t look away.
“So lovely, Azriel.” Mr. Blackburn’s deep voice rang out in the room, making Galen stumble back a step. He’d nearly forgotten Mr. Blackburn was there, as if Azriel were shamelessly putting on a show only for him. “That’s it. Let go now.”
Azriel increased his movements, his wrist twisting right as his foreskin was pulled down, revealing more of the flushed glans. Azriel moaned, his thighs tightening, just as his gaze slid toward the door. Galen’s pulse quickened, his breath shallow, even though he didn’t think Azriel could see him through such a thin sliver of space. But Galen certainly felt as if Azriel were looking directly at him as he spent.
Fucking hell. Galen pushed away from the door before he made a mess in his own pants, and stumbled toward the sleeping quarters. He was glad the space was empty as he sought the comfort of his bed—his borrowed bed. He’d do well not to forget that.
He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts somersaulting as his mind flashed through the events of the evening. But they always returned to Azriel and how stunning he looked, how brave, devoid of his usual modesty and decorum, and Galen did not think he would ever forget it.
