Felix felt his pulse quicken at the compliment. Avi’s compliments still did something to him, affecting both his heart and his dick. But he didn’t tell him that. “You always think I’m hotter when someone else is getting me off.”
“Oh, that’s not true,” he said, capturing his mouth in a slower, dirtier kiss. “I think you're hot regardless of who’s getting you off.”
Felix leaned into Avi’s space, his fingers tracing the scars that formed his name. Marked for life. Felix’s for life. He kissed the scar, then sighed when Avi’s lips began to run along the slender column of his neck, biting and sucking at him until he was sure he would be as marked up as Zaney.
Zane.
Felix ran his nails down the back of Avi’s neck. “Zaney’s been so good to me. His mouth feels amazing. Doesn’t he look good on his knees for me?”
Avi smiled, reaching down to pet Zane’s cheek. “He does. You both look so pretty. But you promised me that you would sit on my face. Zaney can keep sucking you off but I’m afraid you need to relocate to VIP seating.”
Avi used Zane’s hair to tug him off Felix’s cock, chuckling when Zane whined, trying to go back. Zane really loved sucking dick. He was amazing. Avi pulled Zane to his feet, shocking a gasp out of him when he pulled him close. Felix’s cock throbbed as he watched his husband lick the wetness from Zane’s chin, then plunge his tongue into his mouth. Avi groaned, nostrils flaring as he pulled away, practically growling as he said, “You still taste like him.”
Felix was two seconds away from wrapping his palm around his dick and taking care of the problem himself, impossibly overwhelmed by the sight of Avi and Zane touching each other.
Avi stepped back. “Come on, Zaney. Let’s play up here. Get naked.”
Zane gazed longingly at Felix’s cock, making a sad little squeak like someone was holding his favorite toy just out of reach. Avi’s head jerked back to Zane at the sound. He pinched his chin, forcing his gaze upwards. Avi clearly liked the noise.His husband was—at his core—a predator and Zane couldn’t help but make himself prey.
“You make such pretty noises,” Avi said absently. “Makes me want to do things to you.”
Felix wasn’t going to last ten more seconds if he had to watch his husband and best friend make out again. He was too horny for this. He’d passed the point of no return.
“Do things to me first,” Felix said, yanking Avi’s head towards him with a pout.
They both undressed at lightning speed.
When Avi was naked, he hooked a finger through one of the delicate gold chains around Felix’s neck. “Fuck, kitten. You look good enough to eat.”
Something clenched hotly within him at the reverence in his husband’s tone, but Felix kept his expression bored, his tone admonishing. “That’s the point,” he sulked. “Someone promised they were going to—what was it?—Oh, yeah. ‘Wear my thighs like earmuffs’.”
Avi grinned, falling back onto the bed, his feet still touching the floor. “And I stand by that. Come here, kitten. Hop on.”
Felix and Zane exchanged a look, shaking their heads at Avi’s lack of romance. Still, Felix crawled onto the bed, throwing a leg over until his leather clad calves framed Avi’s face. He suddenly had a flashback to the first time they’d ever done this. That night in Aiden’s cabin, after he’d cut Avi. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it since, but something about this felt like the first time.
Felix sucked in a breath as Avi hands palmed his ass, kneading the muscles, before spreading him open, the air cold on his most intimate places. Zane curled up on the bed, head on Avi’s thigh, seemingly content to watch for a while. It made sense, Zane had done most of the work until then.
Avi’s hands suddenly released him, then gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as he barked, “Sit.”
Normally Felix wasn’t one for taking orders, but he let Avi pull him down until he could feel his hot breath against his skin. Once more, rough hands spread him open, making feel wildly exposed. Felix didn’t have any time to feel too embarrassed. Avi was already pressing kisses around the perimeter, rubbing his face against him like a dog, his lips on his skin almost reverent. Felix’s nails bit into his palms as he tried to force himself to be patient. Avi had only just started. Felix had gotten a pretty big head start with Zane.
But Avi seemed determined to tease, biting at his cheeks, licking from just behind his balls to just before his hole then stopping blowing cold air on the slick skin there, hands kneading and massaging until Felix was writhing in his grip. “Avi,” he whined. “Stop teas?—”
Avi’s open mouth settled over his entrance, sucking the sensitive skin there. Felix moaned loudly, throwing his head back, pre-cum leaking from his cock and onto Avi’s stomach. Zane’s eyes were practically black pools as he watched them, his own dick ignored where it pressed flushed and pink against his belly.
Felix went to wrap his hand around his own cock just for a tiny bit of friction, but Avi snatched his wrists pulling them behind his back. “Uh-uh. Not yet,” he said, words vibrating against his hole in a way that made him shiver.
Avi ate him out, like he kissed, slow, methodical, thorough, like he had all the time in the world. He licked over him with the flat of his tongue, like a kid with an ice cream cone, laving at him again and again. Just when Felix didn’t think he could handle it anymore, Avi would spear his tongue against the delicate skin until Felix was whining, his hips rolling, attempting to get more pressure, more friction, more anything. Avi was rock hard, cock flushed and wet at the tip, but when Zane rose onto his knees, he didn’t go for Avi, he leaned forward, palms on either side ofAvi’s ribs. He dipped down, sliding his tongue through the mess of precum on Avi’s stomach, gathering it there before crawling closer holding it out to Felix like an offering.
Felix couldn’t help the sound he made, as he sucked the taste of himself from Zane’s tongue. “Put your mouth on me,” he pleaded, trying to wrestle his wrists free from his husband. “I need your mouth.”
Zane’s eyes lit up, head dipping, but freezing when Avi chided, “Not yet, kitten.”
Felix huffed out a frustrated whine, dropping his full weight onto his husband’s face, half hoping he suffocated down there. Instead, Avi just doubled his efforts, his tongue working hard to get past the tight ring of muscle, making a pleased sound when he was granted entrance. Felix’s breath hitched as Avi tongue fucked him, the sensation making him rock against him, trying to get more of him where he needed it most. But there was just no way. It felt good, so good but it was doing nothing to quell the ache deep inside his core. “Oh, fuck.”
Zane’s gaze caught and held Felix’s. He watched as Zane wrapped his hand around Avi’s cock, gripping him tight, then sucking the tip into his mouth, moaning around him. Felix felt Avi’s surprised breath punch against him, smiling as Zane took him deeper, almost to the base, before dragging his lips back up slowly.
“Christ,” Avi managed, his words muffled pleasantly against his skin. “He could suck a golf ball through a garden hose.”
