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Liam furrowed his brows, worried about King’s insistence that he be okay with them going up on stage. Was it because King was uncomfortable? “Are you? Because if you don’t want this, neither do I.”
King took Liam’s hand in his and pressed it to his groin. He was hard as a rock, throbbing under Liam’s touch. “The only thing I’m worried about is not lasting when I finally get inside you.”
“I’m serious, King—”
“I’m nervous.” He smiled, but it was a little strained. “The idea of doing this in front of anyone but you and Adds is freaking me the fuck out. But getting to show you how much I want you in front of the whole building is hot as hell.” King swore. It was the first time he’d heard his man swear except when he was about to come. He was worked up, scared but turned on too. “I want to show you that I love you. That even though I can’t shout your name from the rooftops, I’ll worship you in any way I can. This”—he picked up the leather mask sitting next to Liam—“is only to protect you. To hide your identity. It’s not so that I can hide you away like a dirty secret. I’m so proud of you, Lee. To be with you, to love you. To be loved by you. It’s a privilege that I get to do it. You and Adds are my soulmates. We belong together and will be in this life and the next. Heaven for me is right here, on earth with the two of you by my side.”
“I love you,” Liam whispered, leaning forward to connect their lips together again. Their kiss was languid. Slow and full of love.
“I love you too, and I want to cherish you. Can I make love to you up there?” King motioned to the stage. “Or at home in our bed?”
“Show me. Show them,” Liam challenged, heat flaring in his belly at the look of pure adoration in King’s dark gaze.
He stood, holding out his hand for Liam to pass him the mask. King secured it gently on his face, the elastic straps holding it fast. King’s one requirement was for it not to fall off. He’d told the milliner what he needed, and even though the lady was an expert hat designer rather than mask maker, she’d readily agreed to try it. Of course, she had no idea it was for public sex, but she did know it was to keep his boyfriend’s sexuality a secret. The rainbow flag she had flying in the window was what prompted King to walk in there in the first place, and as Liam floated in the knowledge he could be himself, he was grateful for his man’s consideration.
King held his hand out, and Liam grasped it tight, laughing when King pulled him up, spun him, and dipped him low before kissing the V on his chest made by the robe.
The door opened and Addy smiled affectionately at them. “Do you want to do this?” she asked. At Liam and King’s nods, she added, “Do you need to go through anything again?”
“No. I trust both of you.”
King squeezed him, before taking his hand and leading Liam down the hallway. They exited out a door into the main bar area, and Liam instinctively grasped the tie on the robe. He would be naked in front of the patrons gathered there in just a moment, but he needed a second to get comfortable. Addy led them up the three steps, pausing at the top to pin the tiny mic to her jacket. Attaching the battery pack to the back of her pants, she tapped it, testing the volume.
She started speaking, but King had his attention, his finger hooked under Liam’s chin and those chocolate eyes focussed solely on Liam. “I love you,” he whispered before kissing him slowly. Liam wrapped his arms around King’s neck and fell into his embrace, being carried away by his man’s gentle ministrations. “Can I take this off you?” King asked against his lips, curling his fingers into the thick lapels of the robe. Liam slid his hands down King’s front, curling his fingers into his man’s belt loops and tugging him closer.
Liam nodded in answer to King’s question and dived in again. He never wanted to stop kissing his man. Cool air hit his back a moment later, the warmth of the spotlights shining down on them in stark contrast to the air temperature. The robe pooled around his elbows as his lips connected to King’s.
It was weird that Liam wasn’t fretting about everything that had and was going to happen. He’d gone from being single to being in a relationship with the two people who meant the world to him. He loved them wholeheartedly. Touching Addy was like a wonderland—falling into the softest down pillows. She was curves and silk skin and tinkling laughs and sweet nothings. King was strength and kindness. Hard lines and planes of thick muscle. He enveloped Liam in his arms and the world outside—Liam’s struggles and fears—fell away. He let go of King’s belt loops and let the robe fall to his feet.
King nudged him, guiding him over to a white leather chair, except that where his arse would normally sit, there was an empty space, leg rests that would have his legs spread wide replacing it. “What the fuck is that?” he squeaked. His man stifled a laugh and squeezed his hand.
“Want to try it with me?” King asked him, lifting Liam’s knuckles to his lips. When Liam nodded hesitantly, King beamed, the fear melting away as his man smiled at him. Addy moved around them, helping Liam into the seat.
“You okay,” she asked, running her fingers through his hair.
“Yeah.” She smiled at his answer and winked when King lifted his leg into the stirrups, spreading Liam wide open. The flush spread over his skin, heat crawling up his throat.
“You’re beautiful, Lee,” King murmured, his lips grazing Liam’s skin. His man worshipped him. With every whisper-soft touch, every gentle graze of teeth and lips against his skin, Liam rose higher and higher, soaring among the clouds.
Addy’s voice was soothing in the background, but all he could focus on was King’s touch. King’s kiss. King’s hands roaming over him. Liam closed his eyes. The audience was hushed, their murmurs fading into the background like Addy’s voice, his world narrowing down to the man in front of him. Warm breath coasted over his cock, standing rigidly at attention. A slow lick and a moan left Liam’s lips. King sucked on his crown, his tongue trailing the length of his slit.
Liam gripped the headrest and arched into King’s hold. A soft chuckle, barely a whisper of breath against him, before King leisurely travelled lower, nipping his sac and lashing his hole. Liam cried out, the sensations of King’s warm, wet tongue on his pucker sending him skyward.
“Ready, baby?” King asked, nipping his inner thigh.
“Please,” he begged.
King pulled back. Wetness circled his hole. Pressure.Oh god, this was it. King was going to fuck him.His pucker stretched, but not enough. Liam opened his eyes. King was squatting, his hand up at Liam’s arse. He trailed his lips up Liam’s leg. His eyes fell closed again, his cock flexing as King pumped in and out of him slowly.
Another pinch. Another finger. King was stretching him. Liam moaned. He loved it. Loved being King’s. Loved it when King found that magical spot inside him that made him bow up and almost go off like a bottle rocket every time.
“We’re going to work our way up from the smallest size plug to the largest.” A thrill shot through him. This was it. He was finally going to experience King sliding inside him. He’d been stupid a moment earlier thinking King would breach him without any prep. His man was all about the build-up, and he made it so worthwhile. “King here is… well-endowed and his boyfriend is a little on the inexperienced side.” King slipped his fingers out of Liam’s hole, and he whimpered.
“Shh, it’s okay.” King hovered above him, leaning down to join their lips. The moment they touched everything fell away. Like a shield going around them, the audience faded, the lights dimmed, and Liam and his lovers were cocooned in bliss. “That’s it, baby,” King soothed against his lips. “Relax.”
Liam’s muscles unclenched and King pulled back. Still touching. Always touching. He adjusted Liam’s position, spreading his legs wider. Addy ran her fingers through his hair. He loved it when she touched him like that. Soft and reassuring, she was checking in on him. He gasped when the cool wetness touched his hole, the pressure building again. Addy was talking but all he could focus on was the stretch of his hole.
Things moved fast and slow at the same time after that. His muscles were weighed down, like he was wading through treacle, but time was speeding up around him. Sensation overwhelming him and sending him into a floaty, wonderful world of his cock getting sucked, his hole stretched, and his channel stuffed full of hardness and his nipples being pinched and nibbled on.
