Then Calvin wrapped his arm around Winston and pulled him a little more upright. Lucky grabbed his face and thrust his tongue into Winston’s mouth, and Winston met him withfrenzied need. He wrapped his arms around Lucky and clung to him, practically humping the couch as Calvin fucked him.
Sometimes, Lucky and Calvin took turns fucking him. Sometimes, like now, Lucky had already been fucked out by the time Winston got home. Sometimes, Winston got to see Lucky play the part of the needy bottom. They had dozens of ways they liked to do things, and all of them were good. But this was what Winston liked best. He like being between his men. Calvin behind, Lucky in front. He liked feeling like the center of their universe.
They were the center of his.
The center of everything.
“Calvin,” Winston begged. “Calvin, please.”
Calvin, at times, made him wait. Made him go half mad from begging first before he gave Winston what he wanted. Today, Calvin didn’t make him wait. He gripped Winston’s hips hard enough to leave bruises—just the way Winston liked it—and thrust into him again and again. Calvin could come on command. He described the experience to them once, explaining that the act of release for him felt like a short-circuit but in a pleasant way.
Winston clung to Lucky, his mouth open and pressed against Lucky’s, but he’d lost the ability to do anything besides cling to his lover and moan as Calvin’s hips slammed forward again and again, thrusting into him, filling him full of cum.
Winston shattered and his cum splashed against the back of the couch. Thank God for leather furniture. Winston’s brain eventually came back online, and he resumed kissing Lucky. They were lazier, satisfied kisses.
Calvin pulled out, and Winston felt the familiar ooze of fluid leaking out of his ass. “Fucking hell, Calvin. How full was your reservoir?”
Calvin kissed the space between Winston’s shoulder blades. “Maximum capacity, plus a little. I know my limits.”
Calvin’s fingers traced Winston’s hole. He scooped up some of the leaking fluid and pushed it back inside Winston. “My messy little bottoms,” Calvin purred, then the room tilted, and Winston was swept off his feet.
“Come along, Lucky,” Calvin called over his shoulder as he strode toward their bedroom. “We’re not finished yet.”
He gazed down at Winston and gave him a smile, soft and sweet and full of love. “Not by a long shot.”
