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I don’t expect him to just go for it. But he does, grabbing Phoenix’s shirt to rip it off over his head. There’s a brief moment of shock on Phoenix’s face, like he hadn’t expected him to move so quickly either. But he doesn’t protest as Rory manhandles him, throwing him down onto the bed with his jeans undone and his cock free to curve against his body, pre-cum leaking from his tip.
“You’re just as perfect as Bailey,” Rory informs him, on his hands and knees over Phoenix. He moves just enough that he can yank his jeans off to shove them to the floor, and I’m left to stare at the perfection of Rory’s flawless skin, the curve of his spine, and the muscles that slide smoothly under the expanse of his back as I watch.
“You’re both more perfect thanBaileycould ever be,” I remark, thumping my head back against the wall again.
“Don’t make me fuck that insecurity out of you,” Rory warns, tilting his head back at me. “Because I will.”
“You should,” Phoenix murmurs, eyes on Rory as his boyfriend comes back to straddle his hips again. “Fuck, you’re not going to—” Now it’s his turn to be pinned. Rory grips his throat in one hand, using his other to line up Phoenix’s cock with his entrance.
“Good thing I let you fuck me before we left, huh?” he asks, voice strangled as he sinks downward in one movement, eyes on Phoenix’s face. “There you go. Just relax, baby. You can be just as good as her when you want.”
I can see Phoenix tremble under him, and when he reaches out a hand, I take it, only for him to tug me down on the bed beside him, my chest pressed to his side.
“He’s so sensitive when I ride him,” Rory remarks, rolling his hips slowly, then a bit faster, as he grinds down hard enough to make Phoenix choke. “And he’s so good at this. At being him.”
I move just enough that I can lean over Phoenix, and I run my teeth teasingly up his collarbone, while looking down at where Rory is fucking himself on Phoenix’s cock. Warmth surges in my belly, but there’s no way I can do more than appreciate them both as I watch.
Rory is just as good at this as he is at everything else. Phoenix seems to agree, judging by the sounds he makes and the way he reaches up to curl his fingers in my hair desperately. “Rory…” he whines, his voice soft as he leans his head back to give us more access to his throat.
His boyfriend takes the invitation without any hesitation, leaning down to fasten his teeth in the skin of Phoenix’s throat. His movements become more thorough, more forceful, as he sucks a bruise into view on Phoenix’s skin. Somehow though, he maintains his composure so well it’s a little unreal.
“Kiss it and make it better, Bailey,” he orders, voice raw. I move to do as he says, and find great pleasure in licking over the bruise. My attention has Phoenix honest-to-god whimpering, his muscles twitching under us as he writhes. “Just like that. Make one of your own if you want. He loves to wear the marks of his lovers, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes,” Phoenix hisses, turning half-lidded eyes to me. “Bailey…”
But I definitely don’t need more of an invitation. Grinning wolfishly at him, I lean down to nip at this throat a few times, teasing him as Rory continues to ride him. Finally, when his breath falters, I bite down, my hand gripping his hair to hold him in place as I make my own mark a few inches from Rory’s. I take longer than he had, feeling Phoenix writhe under me and enjoying the way his hand at the nape of my neck tightens in his desperation.
“Bailey…” he warns, panting. “Bailey, I’m—”
“You have no idea how much I want to see you come like this,” I tell him, pulling away just for my hair to fall between us like a curtain. “Because you’re gorgeous like this, Phoenix. Desperation is a good look on you.”
My teasing doesn’t fall on deaf ears, and a grin crosses his face. “You’ll pay for that,” he tells me, though in the next moment he’s throwing his head back again, nails scraping against my scalp. His other hand is in Rory’s hair, and he curses once, then again, calling both of us a few choice names, before his hips slam upward just as Rory grinds down again.
“Fuckingperfect,” Rory murmurs, riding him as he comes. “But you’re both always perfect, aren’t you?”
“If by ‘both’ you mean you and him, absolutely,” I agree, my voice hoarse from exhaustion. The adrenaline is wearing off, and the lightning outside reminds me it’s not even four am. But I’m much more interested in watching Phoenix come back to himself than going to sleep. I kiss up his throat a few more times, and when Rory sits back on my bed, using his own shirt to clean himself up, I move to shove him down against my bed, staring down at him with a sudden unsureness.
“Is this okay—” I start to ask, but I get his reply in the way he jerks me downward to kiss me.
“It’s more than okay,” he tells me, before going back to devouring my mouth with his. At least, until Phoenix starts moving. At that point Rory moves, helping me get up as well, and when I find myself pressed between them on my bed, my blanket across our shoulders, it’s…
Well,perfectcan’t be the word of the night for much longer. But I can’t think of any other way to describe their heat on either side of me, and the way they make me feel with both of their arms draped across me.
“We should go on a date tomorrow,” Phoenix remarks, his voice heavy with sleep. “Breakfast?”
“I’m not waking up for breakfast,” Rory complains. “But I’ll do something tomorrow night.”
“I have no life,” I remark, my voice small as I bury my face in Rory’s chest. “We can do whatever you want.” Already I feel the allure of sleep calling to me, and I’m pretty sure if I fall asleep here, between the two of them, it’ll be the best rest I’ve ever had in my life.
“We’ll figure it out,” Phoenix promises, lips brushing my hair. “But Bailey? Are you awake?”
“Mhmm.”Barely.
“We’ll have to leave before you wake up so we can clean up and change. Don’t freak out, okay?”
“We’re not abandoning you,” Rory agrees, fingers skimming over my arm. “And once Halloween is over, we can all sleep in and you won’t have to wake up without us.”
I want to question his words, and the way he sounds so sure of us. That we’ll last for longer than whatever this is, and past Halloween, when things will feel more real. But I don’t. I wait, trying to find the right words to use.
