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“Of course. Like Vince said, this is your world. I guess, I just”—he looked down briefly—“needed reassurance?”
Zander hugged him, gaze lifting over Scotty’s shoulder to find Vince where he sat at their kitchen table with soft eyes. “I got you,” he promised them both in a murmur. “I got you.” He’d long stopped feeling bad that the magnitude of what he felt for them far outweighed what he’d once had with Derri. And though the guilt of what he’d had to do to his former lover never truly left him, it wasn’t as sharp as it’d once been. The pain wasn’t as great. He missed Derri sometimes, but it was more the idea of what they’d once been. He had no love for the man who’d eventually turned into a threat at the end.
“Should we order dinner since we didn’t get to cook?” Vince asked as he got to his feet.
“Yeah, but that can wait.” Zander pulled away from Scotty and took first his hand, then Vince’s in the other, and led them upstairs.
To their bedroom, where they immediately fell onto each other.
There was always something new to see, to experience when they made love. And he stood still for a moment, laser focused on the way Vince and Scotty kissed, the way Scotty gripped Vince’s face in his hands. The way Vince kneaded Scotty’s ass.
They got Zander so hard he was aching, dripping. So he stripped while they sucked on each other’s tongues, then made his way to them, wading in between. Kissing first Vince then Scotty and then it was the three of them, their tongues snaking around each other. Hands everywhere.
He blinked and they were on the bed, everybody naked, warm skin slipping and sliding, limbs tangled and twisted together. He found himself on his back and they were on him, lips kissing down his body, and another set wrapped around his dick. He closed his eyes and gave himself over to them so they could do with him whatever they wished.
He didn’t care.
They sent him soaring, slick fingers digging inside him, finding places that made him cry out and arch, teeth in his bottom lip as he spread wider.
An offering that they took eagerly, his men.
And soon they were inside him; he was too far gone to even open his eyes to check who it was. Not that it mattered. It never would. Pleasure scorched his spine, undulating like flames, and he panted, legs lifting to the ceiling, grunting as teeth sank into his nipples and a tight palm stroked his shaft to brick hardness.
He opened his eyes then. Scotty was the one fucking the hell out of him while Vince kissed every area of Zander’s body, fingers plucking at his nipples while the other hand stroked and jerked him. He lifted his ass off the bed, riding Scotty’s dick while thrusting into Vince’s grip, fucking himself there too.
“Fuck.” Normally he’d have so much to say but right now he had nothing, could only moan and grunt, the sounds falling from a throat that was tight and hoarse. He reached for Vince, who was now turned so his head was near Zander’s groin.
Zander stroked a hand over the swell of Vince’s ass, trailing a finger down his crack and then teasing his hole. Vince arched, tipping his ass higher as he sucked on Zander’s crown.
“God—” He grabbed Vince’s hips, awkwardly moving and positioning him until Vince was on top of him, his ass in Zander’s face, balls sitting on his chin. Zander buried his face between those taut cheeks, tongue circling, spearing his hole while Vince squirmed and moaned, his saliva dripping down Zander’s balls.
The entire time, Scotty kept up a hard and brutal pace, fucking Zander closer and closer to orgasm. He voiced his pleasure, muffled by Vince’s clenching ass. He tongue-fucked that hole, then inserted a finger after getting him nice and wet. Vince’s hips rolled as he cried out around Zander’s dick. A nip of his teeth on Zander’s sensitive tip had his eyes rolling back, body jerking.
He was gonna come. Shit. Shit. He worked his hips frantically, chasing the orgasm, body tensing up in preparation, and then Scotty pulled out.
Oh fuck, no?—
Vince also lifted his head, easing away, and then something soft and hot sank onto him. Scotty. Who’d apparently already gotten himself ready and was now sitting on Zander’s cock that was thisclose to spitting out his cum and wetting up Scotty’s insides.
“Fuck.” He pulled away from Vince. “I’m gonna—Shit!” He didn’t stand a chance, not with the way Scotty’s body gripped him, clenched around him. He came, hips jerking wildly, teeth cutting the inside of his cheek. Scotty took all of him, never breaking stride as he rode him.
On top of him, Vince got up and reversed his position, straddling Zander until they were face-to-face, his ass pressed to Scotty’s groin. Zander kissed him, shoving his tongue into Vince’s mouth so he could taste himself while Vince reached behind himself, fumbling.
“Ugh. Goddamn it. Yesss!” Vince moaned into the kiss.
A glance showed Zander that Scotty was inside Vince. While riding Zander.
Shit. That had Zander’s poor spent dick swelling up again.
“Fuck me. Fuck me,” Vince panted. “Oh God. Yes, Scotty. C-coming. I’m—” He spasmed and Zander felt the spurt of Vince’s seed against his abs when Vince threw his head back with a low keening sound.
Scotty’s hole clenched impossibly tighter, his throaty groans rising louder, and then he, too, was peaking. His body gave out and he fell forward onto Vince’s back. They were heavy, squishing Zander, but he had zero complaints. They could smother him to death; he didn’t mind.
In the aftermath, they were a mess. Their cooling bodies were sticky with sweat and cum, quaking with the aftershocks of their releases. Nobody seemed to care. They were too busy kissing, touching with lazy strokes, soothing each other.
A sigh left Zander. It should be criminal to feel this good, this happy, this content. But in that bed, with those men, was where he wanted to live.
And die.
