“Maybe it’s not just me you’re torturing,” he says, smirking. “Looks like you’ve been edging yourself pretty good too.”
I nod, desperate for his heat to surround me. I thrust my hips up into the air, and he laughs, reaching for the lube. Holding it up from over his head, he lets it drip down onto my aching cock, the chilly weight of the droplets doing terrible things to my heads, both cock and actual.
Joaquin grabs the lube and pours some out across his fingers, then slides between Colt’s cheeks, slicking him up. Colt’s eyes fly open when Joaquin enters him with his fingers. Stretching him, teasing him. I can't quite see everything from my vantage point, but Colt’s expression tells me he's loving it.
When Joaquin is satisfied with his efforts, Colt straddles me, sinking down. I groan as his sensual weight settles on top of me.
“Fuck, he feels so good,” I say, dragging his mouth down to mine, kissing him as he rocks back and forth on my cock.
“Stop, stop, stop,” I beg. “I don't want to come before Joaquin joins us.”
I still my hips even though they want to thrust up into him again and again and again.
We sit for a few seconds, letting me calm down as Joaquin…oh, Jesus.Joaquin slips a finger in beside my cock, and the intense pressure in Colt’s ass makes me pant hard.
“You okay, Colt?” Joaquin asks, adding a second finger.
Colt grunts and slows his hip thrusts, then nods. We’re not trying to break any land-speed records in the category of double penetration, so we give Colt a few extra moments, a few extra strokes.
He grins down at me, knowing that edging payback is such a bitch. Joaquin sees and feels that I’m about to come, and he stops just shy of it. It's what I want, what I need, but fuck, I want to come so bad.
Finally, Joaquin adds more lube to everything and begins to slip the head of his cock past the stretched-out rim of muscle, carefully joining me. We still, taking deep breaths in unison.
I love the way we sound together, some combination of the impatience of lovemaking and the patience of love. I look into Colt’s young face and see his sweetness and joy. I look into Joaquin's face and see his kindness and wisdom.
Finally, with gentle, slow, steady rocking, we find a rhythm. Joaquin begins to move, and I stay still, letting him lead the way. The intensity of the three of us together is almost more than I can bear.
“Stop holding yourself up,” I order Colt. “I want to feel your weight on me.”
He leans forward on his forearms, letting me feel the weight of both of them. The pressure of his body against mine is a fucking relief. There’s an emotional element to it, a reassurance that these two men are here with me, really here. It’s grounding. Healing, even.
Like some of the stress that sits with me always has been siphoned off for good.
I blink, my eyelashes unexpectedly wet, and Colt kisses me. He adjusts to let me get a full breath, then presses down, watching my face the entire time. Like he knows that this is helping, even if he doesn’t know why.
He holds my gaze and mouthsI love you. I nod, mouthingI love you too.
Joaquin begins a slow and steady thrust, his cock moving against mine in the tight space.
“Los amo tan profundo,” he whispers, emotion coloring his words.I love you both so much.
I breathe deep into Colt’s embrace, and just a few more of Joaquin's deep, penetrating thrusts take me to the edge.
“Coming,” I gasp out, breathless.
Colt nods his head. “I want to come so bad.”
Joaquin leans in, kissing Colt’s neck, his cheek.
I thrust up against Joaquin, and the sensation intensifies as I struggle a little to breathe. Colt, watching me so intently, shifts up. The extra oxygen ignites my orgasm, feeding it, growing it until it rattles out of my bones and wrings out my aching, straining muscles. Joaquin thrusts, and the stroke against my cock unleashes another level.
I blink into black for a few seconds, disoriented and feeling safer than I ever have in my entire life.
My cum fills Colt, surrounding Joaquin and me, and his answering grunts tell me he’s feeling this as much as I am. Soon, Joaquin’s cum joins mine, bathing my cock in heat and possession.
“Your turn, Colt,” Joaquin says, laying more kisses across the back of his neck. Colt looks at me, both of us open-mouthed, panting. Emotional. I nod, and within seconds, Colt, his face full of pain and pleasure, comes on a shudder, his hot cum spreading between our bellies.
“Oh fuck,” he grinds out, collapsing on me with a deep, plundering kiss.
