Even though Joe had done the same thing to Finn—and more recently, to Drew—he’d never experienced it for himself. The sensation made him gasp, and he arched, pressing down against Finn’s finger to send it deeper as pleasure coursed over him. “Yes! There! Right there!”
“Look at you,” Drew crooned, sliding his hand down to caress Joe’s taut, quivering abdomen. “It’s so hot watching you let go like this.”
Finn murmured his agreement as he added a second finger and stretched Joe by twisting and scissoring his fingers carefully.
Joe forced himself not to hold his breath, not to tense up at the sensation of Finn preparing him. He looked at Drew, giving him a crooked smile. “Yeah, I guess I’m kind of a control freak most of the time, huh?”
“Little bit—”
“—yeah, you are.”
Finn and Drew spoke at the same time, and then Drew laughed.
“Not that we mind, but it’s good to see you relax for once,” he said.
Joe laughed as well, though the sound was rather breathless even to his own ears. “I put myself in your hands. Both of you,” he said, looking between them with a smile. He felt safe with Finn and Drew. He knew they would take care of him, not matter what, and so he gave himself over completely to the pleasure they were giving him. “I’m yours.”
“Does that mean you’re ready for me?” Drew sat up and watched Joe with an anticipatory gleam in his eyes. “Or do you need more prep?”
“I can keep going.” Finn widened his eyes in faux innocence even as he finger-fucked Joe harder and deeper.
Joe gasped. “I think… I’m ready,” he said. Finn’s fingers found that sweet spot again and sent electric tingles along every nerve in his body. “Now Drew!”
“What did I tell you?” Finn chuckled as he moved out of the way and grabbed some tissues to wipe off his hands. “Power bottom.”
But Drew’s attention was focused on Joe, and he seemed to tune out the rest of the world as he took Finn’s place between Joe’s legs. “You have no idea how bad I want this,” he said, his voice low and thrumming with a growl as he reached for the bottle of lube. “How much I want you.”
“I want you, too.” Need rolled over him, making Joe almost vibrate with the power of it. “Please, Drew… I need you so much!”
Drew wasted no time in coating his hard cock with lube and positioning himself over Joe. “We’re gonna take it slow at first,” he said, meeting and holding Joe’s gaze. “Keep breathing, and if it hurts or you want to stop, tell me.”
“It may hurt a little because you aren’t used to it,” Finn said as he settled down beside Joe, and he slid one hand down Joe’s body and curled his fingers around Joe’s cock. “But then it’ll feel so good. I love the way you and Drew fill me up.”
Joe yanked against the ties holding his hands, wishing that he could reach out and touch Finn, caress his cheek or bury his fingers his Finn’s hair. Instead he smiled and then looked up at Drew, feeling his need spiral even higher as he saw his own desire reflected in Drew’s eyes. “Slow is fine… so long as I feel you inside me.”
Instead of responding aloud, Drew began easing into Joe, watching Joe’s face intently as he did.
As Drew slowly claimed him, filling him, Joe felt more than pleasure, more than lust, even more than even love. There was a sense of rightness, of belonging, of something that he’d been missing his whole life suddenly locking into place, filling a void inside him that he’d always sensed but never been able to name. In giving himself to Drew, in having Finn there, holding him, something was made complete, something that it tookthreeof them to make. No two of them would have known this—Joe had never known it himself, had never even suspected that love, that desire, was so much more than just the resonance between two people. Here, with both Finn and Drew, Joe felt complete for the first time in his life, felt the wounds of the past healing at long last. He looked up at Drew, his vision suddenly blurred, but with a smile of welcome so wide he felt it might split open his face. “Yes,” he said, the word soft. “Perfect. The three of us… it’s perfect.”
“Perfect,” Drew echoed, before he bent his head and claimed Joe’s lips in a deep kiss.
“Perfect,” Finn agreed as he sat up and reached over the two of them to unfasten the silk ties around Joe’s wrists.
Joe returned the kiss, pouring everything he felt into it, holding back nothing of himself, not even the pieces that were broken and imperfect. As he felt his hands released, he wrapped one arm around Drew and then reached out with his other hand to grasp one of Finn’s, twining their fingers together and holding on tightly. As Drew pulled back from the kiss, Joe brought Finn’s hand to his lips and pressed a reverent kiss to the back of it. “Thank you. Both of you.”
“Such a smooshball,” Finn said, but he was smiling, and he kept hold of Joe’s hand as he stretched out beside them again.
“Love you,” Drew murmured against Joe’s lips—and then he began to move, claiming Joe with smooth, deep thrusts.
Joe gasped, brought back to an awareness of his body and of the pleasure still there, still pulsing through him, just layered with so much emotion that he could hardly contain it. “So good,” he breathed, giving himself over to being claimed, to the feeling of Drew possessing him, and of Finn’s hand on him, stroking him in counterpoint. It felt incredible, and his arousal burned higher, sending him toward a shining peak.
“That’s it,” Drew said, watching Joe’s face avidly. “Let go. We’ve got you.”
It was easy for once to do what Drew said, and Joe did, letting himself ride the spiral up and up, until ecstasy exploded through him. He cried out as he shattered, pleasure more intense than anything he could remember pulsing over him in irresistible waves. Finn stroked him until the pulses began to ebb, as if wanting to prolong his pleasure, and Drew rocked his hips in a steady rhythm to match.
“So fucking gorgeous.” Drew bent to kiss Joe lightly and brushed a stray lock of hair back from his sweaty brow.
Joe opened his eyes, feeling boneless and sated, and smiled. “Mmm… yes. Both of you are fucking gorgeous. And amazing.”
