Sonny almost tripped over his own feet rushing to the bedroom ahead of us, shouting, “I want to watch you throw him on the bed.”
I walked slowly, letting him get ahead of us and then, as I ducked through the bedroom doorway, I kicked the door shut behind me, making sure to mind Declan’s head.
With a flourish, I threw Declan down onto the mattress, still controlling his movements with my limbs. He lay sprawled across the blankets, deliciously rumpled and surprised.
Instinctively, I crawled on top of him and settled my legs either side of his hips. I ran my hands up his chest, dragging his t-shirt up his body as I did so. He had still not built up the kind of muscle that he had once had, but he was getting stronger and I loved the feel of his body under my hands.
I used my tentacles to hold him down and move him where I wanted him as I stripped his clothes and flung them aside. I might have let my hands and the tips of my tentacles and the flat little suckers play over his skin, too. Touching and stroking and marvelling at the shape of him below me, and making him flush with arousal and twist under my ministrations, trying to get closer to me.
One limb slid across to Sonny, winding around him and pulling him closer to us until he fell forwards onto the bed. I moved him to lay beside Declan, where they could kiss and I could watch them together, two long bodies, one fair, one dark, and their climbing passion.
Since he was in front of me, and since it was clear he and Declan were going to get it on, I obligingly stripped Sonny of his clothes. His pale skin shone, a sheen of sweat and a radiant light that made me want to worship at his feet.
When Declan had first let slip that Sonny was his ray of sunshine, I’d assumed it was hyperbole. It was just Declan’s feelings for him. But it wasn’t. Sonny was mesmerising, and I watched his lean frame almost climb on top of Declan.
I was about to move out of the way, but Sonny reached behind and grabbed me. He had hold of my wrist, his grip surprisingly strong.
Not sure what he wanted, I leaned towards him slowly. He moved my hand to Declan’s dick and Declan moaned low and long, bucking his hips upwards.
I settled in, stroking slowly, watching their lips press together, their tongues glide in each other’s mouths, and feeling Declan’s hips rock up.
Sonny stroked a hand along the nearest tentacle, which was wound over Declan’s chest, holding him in place just like I’d said.
He suddenly pulled back, breaking their kiss. He sounded drunk as he asked, “Are you really going to hold him down?”
I met Declan’s eyes, almost as dark as my own, so blown with passion that the iris was practically invisible.
“You want that?”
He nodded, a jerky movement. “God, I need you both.”
My dick, already so hard I was struggling to keep my hands off it, twitched inside my trousers. All the secret fantasies I’d had about fucking Declan clashed in my mind in an explosion of lust and I asked, “Want to fuck me?”
Sonny groaned, and I realised that maybe I should step back, let them have this moment together.
Hurriedly, I said, “Or you two can fuck. If you want to be alone—”
I was holding Declan’s hand to the bed with a long tentacle but he tried to twist it round to take hold of me. I let my limb slither over him some more until it slid between his fingers and he could hold me tight.
Sonny shook his head. “Watching you two fuck is going to be too hot. I’m going to come all over myself.”
That surprised a laugh out of me.
“Are you sure?” I wanted to check he was okay with it.
“Well, I’m hoping I can last at least as long as you, but I’m not sure I will.”
“I meant are you sure you’re okay with me and Declan…”
Sonny sat up suddenly, lunging for my mouth. He kissed me sloppily and enthusiastically, and I could taste the combination of him and Declan.
Declan began to writhe, obviously wanting to get some friction on his dick but unable to, flat on his back with his arms pinned to the mattress.
Sonny was still leaning into my space as he said, “I’m very okay with it. As long as you’re not excluding me, I don’t mind you and Declan fucking or talking or cuddling or kissing oroh yes.”
I cut him off by winding a long tentacle around his hard dick. He thrust into my grip and I felt the first slide of wet liquid running across my skin. Sonny was leaking pre-come already. Maybe he really wouldn’t last as long as I would.
Smiling to myself, I used the very tip of my tentacle to tease at his slit, barely pressing inside it, and Sonny almost screamed with pleasure. I was glad my cottage was so isolated and nobody but me and Declan would hear that scream.
