“Fuck me…please,” he begged Asa.
Asa’s lips curled into an almost snarl, his eyes all pupil. He slipped his fingers free, then the head of his cock was pressing against Zane’s barely prepped hole, his teeth sinking into his shoulder as he slammed home.
This time, it was Zane who cried out into Felix’s mouth. He swallowed the sound down, dragging Zane against him, knowing the boys would follow, sandwiching the two between them. This was the kind of tight squeeze Zane had wanted, he just hadn’t known it.
There was something almost spiritual about it. Each time Asa and Avi surged forward, it drove Zane and Felix together, tumbling them into each other in the sexiest way possible. It was like being caught in a riptide, sort of dizzying and scary, but in a way that left Zane breathless and euphoric. He’d never felt more safe than he was in the arms of three killers. Three people who would never let anything happen to him.
Felix’s hand fell, taking their cocks in hand, working them with long, hard pulls that made Zane moan. “I’m too fucking close. You’re going to make me come.”
“That’s the point, dummy,” Felix teased. “You can come whenever you want.”
“Can I?” Zane panted, his question directed at Asa.
“Yeah, Lois. Just know I’m going to fuck you until I’m done.”
As if that was ever in question. As if to prove his point, Asa doubled down, pulling almost all the way out before driving in deeper, harder in a way that made Zane’s toes curl and his tongue loosen until he was crying out with every thrust.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Avi muttered.
“Mm,” Felix agreed. “Harder,” he said, clearly talking to Avi.
Avi must have done as Felix commanded because Felix’s hand disappeared and they were once more crushed together, their cocks trapped between them, sweat and precum providing the perfect hot slide that had goosebumps erupting along Zane’s body and electricity tingling at the base of his spine. Then, suddenly, he was spilling between them.
Felix moaned against Zane’s lips and then he came, too, the warm pulses of his release coating their skin. They continuedto kiss as best they could until Asa’s thrusts became aggressive enough where Felix was just holding him, both of them panting and moaning as they were filled up.
Zane didn’t know who came first, Asa or Avi, or if they came together in some freaky twin thing, but by the time it was over, the two were panting and sweaty. Even after Asa pulled free, nobody attempted to move. They all just lay there staring at the ceiling, attempting to recover.
Was this going to make it weird between them? Were they all just lying there searching for something to say?
“Fuck, I need a shower,” Avi said, finally hopping from the bed and stretching until his joints popped.
“Same,” Asa admitted. “Lois?”
“Zane and I are going to take a bath. Together,” Felix said definitively. “Our legs aren’t quite working yet.”
“Shall I carry you, Lois?” Asa teased.
“I mean, a gentleman would,” Zane said. “But you’re hardly that.”
“There’s my Sour Patch Kid.”
“I hate when you call me that.”
“Well, it’s true. I only know you’re okay when you start getting salty with me. Besides, I love Sour Patch Kids. And you.”
Felix stood, giving a filthy kiss to Avi, then reached a hand out for Zane, leading him to the huge bathroom off of Avi’s and Felix’s room. Once the water was heated and they were both seated in the tub, Felix behind Zane, they watched as their men hopped into the huge shower with the dual heads.
“Are you really okay, baby?” Felix asked.
“Yeah, I’m good. Are you okay?” he countered.
Felix grinned. “Me? I’m always okay.”
“I mean, about you and me doing…”
“Making out? Getting off with each other?” he teased. “It was only a matter of time. You and I…we just need a specialkind of attention. The kind that’s impossible to get from two psychopaths. That doesn’t make what we have with them any less soul searing. You can have more than one soulmate. I have two. I think you do, too. There’s nothing wrong with it, and if someone tells you otherwise, they’re just jealous.”
“Yeah,” Zane said, taking Felix’s hands in his as he watched his husband soap up his chest. “God, they’re hot, huh?”
