Zane watched the smile slip from Felix’s face as Avi’s hand slid beneath the silky red shorts he was wearing, skimming across his cock that strained against the unforgiving fabric. He got to see Felix’s pupils blow wide, his lips part, tiny little breaths erupting each time Avi’s fingers caressed him under the fabric. Zane couldn’t look away, even when Asa’s fist closed around him, pumping him slowly. “You like watching, Lois?”
“Yeah,” he said, voice raw. “I like watching them…and us.”
Avi made eye contact with Asa, the two of them clearly having another of their non-verbal conversations. When Avi looked away, Asa traced the shell of Zane’s ear with his tongue. “You can do it, Lois. You can kiss Felix. I know you want to.”
Zane’s eyes widened, and he looked at Felix guiltily. Felix’s head dipped, and he studied Zane for a long moment. “Do you wanna kiss me, baby?”
Zane’s tongue darted out to lick his own lower lip. His gaze darted to Avi, who was looking at him with an open lust Zane rarely got to see. “Yes, please.”
Felix smiled. It was that sort of soft, patient smile he saved just for Zane, then he was leaning down and brushing their lips together. It wasn’t like when he kissed Asa. Those kisses were hard and punishing, they let Zane know Asa needed him, needed to own him, use him, possess him. Felix sipped at his lips like he was savoring a fine wine.
The kiss was sweet, almost chaste, but when he pulled away, Zane made a sad sound.
“Kiss him again, kitten,” Avi said. “He wants more. Don’t leave him hanging.”
Felix did as Avi said, slanting their lips together in a kiss that lingered.
“Kiss him back,” Asa rumbled against his ear. “Use your tongue.”
Zane was so fucking hard he felt lightheaded, but he did as he was told, pressing his tongue past Felix’s lips. Felix made a sound of encouragement, his thigh once more pressing insistently against Zane’s straining erection still encased in Asa’s hand. He moaned, grinding himself on Felix’s thigh. Asa moved his hand so Zane could get the friction he wanted.
“Does that feel good, Lois?” Asa asked, biting at his ear. “You like rubbing off on him?” Zane froze. Was Asa mad at him? “Ah, ah, ah. Don’t stop. You’re not in trouble. Just the opposite. You’re doing so fucking good. Isn’t he?”
“He’s perfect,” Felix murmured against his lips. “Isn’t he, Avi?”
“Totally,” Avi assured him, even though his hands were tugging Felix’s shorts down, forcing the two to untangle as he stripped Felix down, skimming his lips along whatever skin he could reach.
Asa sank his teeth into Zane’s shoulder, into his spot. The spot he’d marked so many times there was scar tissue. He pulled Zane’s pajama pants down. He lifted up to help him until he and Felix were both naked, Avi and Asa still in their underwear. There was something weirdly erotic about the situation, but Zane had one barrier he refused to cross.
“I don’t want anybody inside me but you,” Zane managed, despite the lump in his throat.
Asa’s hand fell onto Zane’s hip, his mouth at his ear. “Like I would ever let anyone inside you. Nobody breeds you but me, Lois. But that doesn’t mean you and Felix can’t…play while you both get fucked. Does it?”
The question was directed at him and Felix. Felix pushed Zane’s curls from his face. “Only if you want to, baby. Nobody is going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.” Felix leveled a hard glare at Asa.
Felix always called himbabyorloveorsweetness. He cuddled him and snuggled him, played with his hair. It was a very tender kind of care. Something Zane needed that Asa just couldn’t provide. Truthfully, it was something Zane didn’t want Asa to provide. Asa was fire, Felix was ice—they both brought something entirely different to the table.
Asa frowned. “I would never make Zane do something he didn’t want to do. But I know he wants it. We all know it. We all want it, too. Right?”
They both nodded, and something unknotted within him. This was his family, his husband, his best friend, his favorite pet murderer. These people loved him and cared for him, and he wanted this more than anything.
“Do you want it, too, Lois?”
Zane nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I do.”
Felix’s look was almost proud. He captured Zane’s mouth in a deep kiss. He was the youngest out of all of them, but Felix hadno problem vocalizing what he wanted. “Hook your leg over my hip. Come’re.”
Their bodies collided, their cocks slotting together, providing a kind of friction that turned Zane’s brain into cotton candy.
Somewhere in the haze of Felix’s kisses and Asa’s touches, the bed shifted behind him. Before he could question it, Asa’s fingers were sliding between his cheeks, two slick fingers pushing roughly inside him. He cried out into Felix’s open mouth, which only made Felix surge against him with more intention.
“Feel good, Lois?” Asa asked, his mouth working along his ribs as he fucked his fingers into him. Zane’s senses were on overload. Avi’s lips were on Felix’s cheek, his hair brushing over Zane’s cheek, his cologne mingling pleasantly with Felix’s lavender shampoo.
Zane’s only answer was a muffled whimper as Felix’s tongue tangled with his, sharp nails digging into the thigh thrown over his hip. Fuck. He didn’t know what felt better, pushing up against Felix’s cock or fucking back on Asa’s fingers.
When Felix’s lips floated along his jaw, Zane’s lids floated open and he found his gaze riveted to where Avi was pushing his shorts down, working lube over his heavy cock. He and Asa truly were identical in every way.
Felix’s lips found his again just as Avi lined up and surged up into him, driving the air from Felix’s lungs into Zane’s mouth. He knew the feeling well, the shock of his body forcing itself to make room for Asa. He missed that feeling. He wanted it. Now.
