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Rory watches the scene with interest. As I kiss my way back up Finlay’s thighs, making sure not to touch his pulsing cock, I note the strain of his muscles, the clench of his rock-hard thighs, and with a stab of satisfaction I note thatI did this.
I do the same to Rory, peeling down his boxers, but this time he encourages me to move my face against the soft silk. I nudge his cock, sliding my cheek against the delicate material and feeling like a curious kitten. His hands grip my hair with a crueler bite than Finlay, softening the harshness by pressing me tight against the slippery fabric and the curve of his thickset cock.
Above me, he blows out a long breath. When his boxers loop around his ankles and he’s standing in the computer room naked from the waist down, he’s a lot more vulnerable. Nevertheless, he guides the back of my head with gentle fingers to his cock, and before I can even help myself, before I can consider dragging this out and resisting, I’m planting soft kisses up and down Rory’s beautiful length.
He sags against the computer desk, his fingers coiling around my hair. His eyes slide shut as I keep kissing my way down his sweet, thick cock, and it’s only when Finlay gives a pointed cough that I reluctantly part from Rory.
“She’s mine,” Rory declares factually, and he returns my mouth to his cock with his fingers.
“So whit, I’m just meant tae stand here and get even mair turned on watchin—ngggggh.” My hand squeezes the base of Finlay’s cock, held in place like an immovable ring. As my lips worship Rory’s firm length, my fingers clench and grip Finlay to the point it must be painful, but his cock only grows steel-hard inside my fist, as though the pain is even more of an aphrodisiac than the long kisses I’m giving Rory. Perspiration slowly beads at his temple and he gasps upright at the ceiling, his throat exposed and his Adam’s apple bobbing in a sea of helpless desire.
Already rock-solid from watching me, it takes surprisingly little effort for the two of them to lose themselves. I pull away from Rory, wrapping my hand around his length so that I’m holding both of their weighty cocks between my palms, and slowly, steadily, I milk them. The warm soft smoothness of their skin is addicting, and touching them so intimately like this is just as arousing for me as it is for them.
Every so often, Rory glances over his shoulder to check the door’s still shut, but Finlay… Finlay’s eyes are shut, and it looks as though he’s soaring through galaxies of bliss, distant realms unmatched by a noisy computer room in a stuck-up university.
There’s a hitch in Finlay’s throat. I gaze up at him in awe as his fingers curl and scrabble across the computer desk, seeking purchase to keep him in place. His hand collides with Rory’s until Rory spreads his fingers and lowers them assuredly on top of Finlay’s hand.
It’s a subtle gesture, almost imperceptible, but I note the sudden tremble in Finlay’s thighs, the bunching and clenching of his muscles the longer Rory’s strength pins him in place.
From my perspective, they both look like two powerful, messy-haired gods. Even Rory, who rarely has a hair out of place, has lost the battle with the perpetual caramel-colored wing now shielding his right eye. Together they look like pillars of male strength and beauty, all twin rich-boy elegance and proud, lean, athletic muscle.
“Kiss.” The word slips out, a whispered request up at my two gods as my hands slowly fist their cocks.
Two pairs of eyes flicker open — one silver and unreadable, the other green and full of hope. Finlay turns his head in Rory’s direction, and it’s as though my heart controls time itself. He leans forward, his mouth caressing Rory’s cheek before sliding across to his lips.
Seconds morph slowly into heartbeats, until it’s all I can hear in this computer room — the slow distant thud of my pounding heart in the gap before Rory kisses back.
Slow and slack, their mouths finally connect. Rory’s eyelids flutter shut, while Finlay’s groan is warm and deep and directed straight at Rory’s throat. My stomach swoops in wonder at the sight of them, and I know instinctively that little will match this for sheer erotic power alone. I can’t ignore the leap of Finlay’s cock as it almost springs free from my grasp or the tightening of Rory’s hand over Finlay’s. The two of them kiss like the world could end, will end, is ending, growing increasingly frenetic until Finlay breaks away with a gasp.
“I’m—” There’s no time for it, because suddenly Finlay groans up at the ceiling with a noise bordering on a roar, and warm hot white seed begins spurting from his cock in pulsating waves.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but my mouth gravitates toward him in an instant, and suddenly I’m swallowing down his thick, sticky release. Wave after wave of white salty seed slides down my throat, an unstoppable force, and Finlay’s fingers tangle euphorically in the crown of my hair.
From the side, I sense Rory’s gaze on me, hot and intent, as though he wants to capture this moment forever, of me sucking off his best friend in this prim little room, where we fuck and come in the shadows like unruly devil freaks.
Finlay’s cum washes over my lips and spills across my chin, and it’s this that makes Rory’s cock stiffen to the telltale point of eruption. Finlay stares at Rory in abject fascination as orgasm overcomes him, his eyes tracing every point of pleasure that fractures and spreads like a thawing across Rory’s face. Before I can pull away from Finlay to watch, he’s guiding my head away from his spent cock, and to my astonishment, he lowers himself down to the floor in front of Rory.
“Can I?” he asks quietly, gazing up at Rory.
Rory gives a jerky nod, globs of seed already sliding down and desecrating his proud cock, threatening to spatter the carpet below. Finlay opens his mouth, as though waiting for the cum to drop onto his tongue first, like the patter of soothing rainfall, before he pushes himself forward and licks a long, slow stripe up his best friend’s cock.
There is no hotter sight than this, I rationalize to myself, as my cunt gives a needy clench watching the two of them be transported into a deep, peaceful satisfaction. Rory’s hand steers Finlay’s head, his cock thrusting straight down Finlay’s throat.
Finlay never shuts his eyes once. He gazes up at Rory with bright green sparkling eyes, analyzing every change he causes to Rory’s handsome, noble features.
I lean forward, stroking the soft gold hair on Rory’s thighs. Finlay pulls aside momentarily, giving me access to that thick, familiar length, and together our mouths meet worshiping Rory.
With his cock drained on our tongues, Rory finally opens his eyes. He tugs at our heads until we grudgingly relinquish control of his addictive length.
“You know what I’ve only just realized?” he asks, his voice one of sleepy serenity. It’s a tone so rare that it’s only used post-sex, when his greedy heart and overactive mind are no longer racing each other. “So many of the world’s problems wouldn’t exist if people had a fraction of what we share.” And in appreciation his hands delve deep into the raven scribble of Finlay’s wild, unkempt hair, and his fingers stroke softly down my cheek. “Come on. Let’s go find our futures.”
