Well—technically—he was on his knees… in front of Felix…gagging on the hard length of Felix’s cock as it nudged past his tonsils while he looked up at him teary eyed. Zane was so many things. Smart. Talented. Sweet and soft and pretty. But above all that, he was so obedient. He loved being on his knees… for Felix, for Asa…hell, sometimes even for Avi. They could get Zane to do anything as long as they praised him for it. As long as Asa praised him for it.
Not that Felix would take advantage. He loved Zane. He loved everything about him, even his submissive side. Especially his submissive side. In their house, when sex wasn’t involved, all things were equal. Well, honestly, all things skewed in favor of Felix and Zane. The twins were easily bent to their will. Theyloved indulging them and Felix and Zane were happy to let them. After all, they earned it.
But when the clothes came off, Zane instantly went into sub mode, wanting to be babied, wanting to be praised, needing constant reassurance that he was safe and loved and wanted. It was no hardship. They did want him. All of him. They didn’t work without him. They didn’t work without any one of them missing. So if Zane wanted praise, then Felix would give him whatever he needed. Especially if he kept sucking him like this.
He groaned. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good.”
Felix sat on the edge of his bed, reclining back with his weight on his hands, Zane perched between Felix’s spread thighs. Zane gave a little whimper at Felix’s words, re-doubling his efforts while taking Felix’s hand and guiding it to the back of his head. Felix smiled, scratching blunt nails across his scalp, before his fingers tangled tightly in his dark curls, holding him in place so he could fuck himself between his lips. “You look so pretty like this, baby. Looking at me with your mouth full.”
Zane gave another pretty little sound, his hands curling in the leather encasing Felix’s thighs. He wasn’t sure whether he wanted to tip his head back and enjoy the tight pull of Zane’s lips as he sucked loudly, or whether he wanted to continue watching his cock disappearing between Zane’s lips, saliva coating his chin as he let Felix use him. God, he was so fucking pretty like this. This time it was Felix who moaned, the coil of lust twisting tighter inside him, all but delirious from the pleasure.
Felix hadn’t anticipated sex with Zane, though maybe in retrospect he should have. Sex with Zane came as naturally as breathing, as watching television. It was a lovely way to kill time before their husbands were willing and or able to play with them. Felix had just thought Avi would be there, waiting, especially after their text conversation.
For once, the Vogue shoot hadn’t been showcasing Felix’s designs, but Felix himself, showcasing some of his favorite designers. It was how he had found himself perched on a lounge chair in a long flowy pink top and nothing else but thigh black stiletto boots and three gold chains. Avi had seen the picture and instantly demanded Felix steal the boots with promises of what he planned to do with him in those boots.
Ironically, when Felix had let Vogue know of his husband’s…enthusiasm over the look, they’d been amused, the designer offering up the shirt and boots as a gift. The jeweler hadn’t been so accommodating. Even though Avi hadn’t asked Felix to bring the necklaces, he’d bought them anyway, handing over his black card without blinking. The jewelry—three long necklaces, one gold, one pearl and one a combination of both—completed the look and Felix would never go unaccessorized.
Unbeknownst to Avi, he’d paid fifty thousand dollars to ‘wear Felix’s thighs like earmuffs’ and then wasn’t even there to do so when he’d arrived. He claimed he was stuck in a meeting with some manufacturer out of China, but Felix had been a bit disgruntled nonetheless.
But Zane was there to cheer him up. Zane had helped him strip, had slipped Felix’s arms into the gauzy pink fabric that hid nothing, he’d let his palms run over it, cooing over how pretty Felix looked with his long hair flowing over his shoulders. Zane had gently placed each necklace just so. Zane had sunk to his knees to slide the boot on Felix’s foot. And that’s where things had gone…sideways.
Zane had slipped Felix’s foot into place, then lifted his leg, soft lips skimming over the delicate bone of his ankle, then his calf, his knee, up, up, up, until those soft lips were grazing his inner thigh, the zipper closing behind him. Felix had smiled softly, pulling Zane in for a quick kiss, just a tiny press oflips, before watching him sink to give the next leg the same treatment.
By the time he’d finished, Felix was hard and Zane was pressing open-mouth kisses to the skin of his thighs, dangerously close to his now hard cock. Close enough for Felix to feel his breath against his skin. Zane nuzzled his nose against the base, pressing into the curls there, murmuring against his skin. “You look so hot, Lix. Can I?”
Felix had pressed his face deeper against him for a moment. “Can you what, baby?” he’d teased, canting his hips.
Zane whined, dragging his lips along his hard length, before letting the head of his cock lay on the flat on his tongue, making eye contact with Felix as he’d closed his mouth around him and sucked.
Felix's eyes rolled, heat sparking in his belly at the wet warmth. “Fuck. Yes. Yes, you can.”
And that’s how they’d ended up in their current situation, with Zane sucking the soul from Felix’s body, his hands locked in Zane’s hair as he rolled his hips, getting closer and closer to spilling himself into Zane’s sinfully perfect mouth.
“Oh, yeah. That’s good. That’s so good. Good boy. I’m so close.”
Zane gave another reedy whine and Felix let himself relax into it, fire licking through his veins, each pull of Zane’s lips feeling like it was connected to some euphoric source deep inside.
Felix heard the click of the knob turning, and the door opening slowly, rolling his head in the direction of the sound. Zane didn’t even falter, just continued to bob his head, tongue doing that twisting thing that made Felix hear color and see sound.
Avi stood, leaned against the frame in a pair of joggers and a hoodie, feet bare. Felix wasn’t a foot person but there wassomething so domestic about seeing his husband barefoot. It didn’t make any sense but it made his heart feel like it was in a vice.
Avi didn’t make any move to join at first, seemingly content to watch, the only indication he liked what he saw was the heavy lidded look and the erection slowly filling out, tenting his joggers. Avi’s cock was hard to miss, even at a distance.
Zane suddenly took Felix to the back of his throat, swallowing around him causing him to gasp, then moan, fingers flexing in the other boy’s hair.
Avi smirked, murmuring, “Hey, kitten.”
“Hey,” Felix managed, breath stuttering when Zane pulled off, dipping his tongue into his slit, then giving a satisfied little purr sound, like sucking Felix was the highlight of his day. His pretty little Zaney was so perfect. “Come play with us.”
“Yeah?” Avi asked, arching a brow.
“Is that okay, baby?” Felix asked Zane.
Zane pulled off with an obscene pop. “If it’s okay with Asa.”
“He’s fine,” Avi said, as if they’d already discussed it. Which, to be fair, they may have, whether out loud or with their freaky twin thing. Felix didn’t know. He also didn’t care. He just wanted to play with them together. Felix knew Asa would join them soon enough.
Avi pushed off from the door frame, yanking his hoodie off and tossing it blindly as he sauntered closer. He dropped onto the mattress beside Felix, gently carding his fingers through his hair before turning his head so he could kiss him, sucking his tongue lewdly before pulling back to say. “You look so fucking hot, kitten. Even hotter than in the photo.”
