“Your wish, etcetera, etcetera,” he said, gesturing to Drew with an elaborate flourish. “He’s all yours.”
Drew turned, and the smile he was wearing was positively predatory. “And Joe is all ours,” he said to Finn. He rubbed his hands together. “Where are those ties? We’re going to get those sweatpants off him, then tie his hands to the bedposts.”
Joe licked his lips, his arousal doubling as he watched the two of them. The look in Drew’s eyes was hungry, and seeing that directed at him was a heady feeling. “I guess you’ve earned it.”
Finn grasped the ends of Drew’s tie that was still draped around his neck and slid it back and forth as he mirrored the predatory smile. “What’d you do with the other one?” he asked.
Joe looked back over his shoulder. “Ah, there it is,” he said, grabbing it and holding it up. “Is this what you want, Finn my boy? What’ll you do for it?”
“Now who’s the greedy one?” Finn climbed back onto the bed and knelt beside Joe, still playing with the tie. “I already earned it.”
Joe reached out to caress Finn’s chest. Unlike he and Drew, Finn had little body hair, and Joe loved to touch his silken skin. “You did. Can I add a kiss for tax, though?”
“That’s fair.” Finn cupped Joe’s cheek in his palm and leaned in to offer a kiss that was slow and deep.
Joe closed his eyes, returning the kiss. He held back nothing of his love or desire for Finn, and when they finally moved apart, he was breathless. “That’ll do,” he said, and handed Finn the tie.
Drew, not to be outdone, leaned in for a kiss of his own, and Joe reached out to twine his fingers in Drew’s hair as he kissed Drew back, giving a little growl of need. He felt Finn’s hands at his hips, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants, and he obligingly lifted his hips so that Finn could strip them away.
Drew broke the kiss with a little nip of Joe’s lower lip. “Now that you’re naked, we’re going to tie you up and pleasure you until you scream. Right, Finn?”
Finn’s only response was a wicked grin as he grasped Joe’s left arm and swiftly secured his wrist to the bedpost. “How does that feel?” he asked, running his forefinger along the tender underside of Joe’s arm. “Too tight or just right?”
Joe sucked in a breath, goosebumps breaking out over his arm at the light touch. “Just right,” he said. He tested the bond, surprised at how secure the silk tie was holding him. “That should work.”
“Good.” Drew took Joe’s right arm and bound it to the other top bedpost and then mirrored Finn’s caress down his arm. “Oh, you look amazing like this.”
“Gorgeous,” Finn said, his eyes alight with hunger. He leaned over and left a trail of nipping kisses along the same path he’d traced with his finger, pausing to tease the soft, sensitive crease of Joe’s inner elbow. “You’ve marked me up so much. Maybe I should return the favor.”
“Maybe you should.” Drew rested his flattened palm on Joe’s chest, an anticipatory smile curving his lips. “You start there. I’ll start here,” he said, and without warning, he swooped down and captured Joe’s nipple in his teeth.
Joe cried out, arching up from the mattress. He clutched at the bonds, the pleasure with an edge of pain making arousal coil tightly inside him. “Yes! More!”
Drew’s chuckle vibrated against Joe’s skin, intensifying the sensation of his sharp teeth teasing and tugging Joe’s nipple. On Joe’s other side, Finn continued kissing his way along Joe’s body until he reached Joe’s other nipple, which he fastened onto with eager glee.
This wasn’t like anything Joe had ever imagined, being unable to move his arms while his two lovers tormented him together. It felt amazing, and he was breathing hard, sweat beading on his skin as he grew hotter, need rising up right along with it. “Oh God… that feels so good!”
“We’re just getting started,” Drew said. “You’re going to be begging long before we’re finished with you.”
Although they couldn’t have possibly planned their strategy, Drew and Finn seemed to have choreographed their assault on Joe’s body, both of them seeking out Joe’s most sensitive spots to be stroked and licked and kissed from his neck to his navel. Within minutes, as Drew had predicted, Joe was so wound up and so strung out that he was begging, feeling on the verge of exploding even though neither of them had yet touched his hard, aching cock.
“Please….” he moaned, looking up at Drew. “Please… I need you now.”
“What do you think?” Finn raised his head and gave Drew a questioning look. “Has he earned it?”
Drew pretended to consider the question even as he stroked his way down to Joe’s inner thigh. “I don’t think so, but maybe he will by the time you finish prepping him for me. You do that, and I’ll be up here,” he said, and he stretched out on his side and nestled close enough that he could bite down on Joe’s neck.
Finn scrambled over to the nightstand to get the lube. He nudged Joe’s legs apart so he could kneel between them. While Drew sucked and bit Joe’s throat, Finn met Joe’s eyes and made a show of slowly opening the bottle of lube and coating his fingers.
Joe had been in Finn’s position so many times—it felt odd but exciting to be the one who was about to be prepped. He smiled at Finn, even as he leaned his head to the side to give Drew better access to his throat. “Do it. I want it.”
Finn’s lips were parted as he drew in shallow breaths, and the flush on his cheeks deepened as he reached between Joe’s legs to circle his tight pucker before easing one finger in, pressing deep.
“Doing okay?” Drew lifted his head and nuzzled Joe’s cheek. “If anything hurts, say so, and if you change your mind at any point, it’s fine. You’re still in control here.”
It had felt a bit odd at first, but it didn’t hurt. “I’m good,” Joe said softly, leaning into the nuzzling. “I trust you both. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“We wouldn’t hurt youon purpose,” Finn said with an evil smirk. “But that doesn’t mean we won’t make you suffer.” As if to emphasize his point, he began stroking Joe’s prostate, sending electric jolts zinging through him.
