“Uh huh,” Zane said on a sigh, burrowing deeper into his pillows, letting the tension drain from him.
“Good boy.”
Felix’s weight shifted down his body, the way the mattress dipped telling Zane he was kneeling between his open thighs, making Zane very aware that he was still very naked from the night before. Felix made an appreciative sound, small hands landing on Zane’s chest and squeezing, before running all the way to his thighs and back again like he was getting Zane used to his touch. Sometimes Zane felt like he knew Felix and Asa’s touches more than his own.
Zane loved being touched, loved the way Felix would pet and caress him, hold him and kiss him, as soft as Asa was hard. They were the perfect counterbalance for each other. If Felix’s present to him was simply running his hands all over Zane’s naked body, he would die happy.
Zane choked on an inhale as nimble fingers teased over his nipples then tugged gently. A broken moan escaped as he wiggled restlessly. But Felix’s hands were already on the move again, nails scraping their way down his body once more, leaving a pleasant sharp sting in their wake.
“Mm, feels good, Lix,” Zane whispered, back arching into the touch likehewas the cat and not Felix. “Love when you touch me. Love it so much.”
Asa would have mocked him, would have made him cry and beg, would have taunted him…and Zane would have loved it. He would have been leaking from it. But Felix, there was a smile in his voice as he crooned, “I know you do, baby. I love touching you. Always so good for me. So pretty and sweet. My soft baby.” He wrapped his warm palm around Zane’s cock and gave it a squeeze. “Mm, myhardbaby,” he corrected, stroking him lazily. “Fuck. I missed you. I missed this. Promise me we’ll never stop doing this.”
Zane finally cracked bleary eyes at Felix’s breathless urging, giving him a sleepy smile when he realized he was staring up at him, his heart feeling so full. How could he love them all so much, but so differently. “I promise. We’ll never stop. I’ll need you forever. Want you to touch me forever.”
“Good. That’s good. So good,” Felix was saying, watching himself jerk Zane, pink tongue poking from the corner of his mouth like he was concentrating.
Fuck, he was beautiful like this. He wore a navy blue silk robe with orange birds of paradise all over it–they’d bought it on their trip to Paris–his smooth chest exposed to show the Mulvaney tattoo on his sternum, his long dark hair flowing in waves to brush just past his shoulders.
“Oh, fuck, Lix, feels so good,” he moaned, eyes closing once more, working himself into Felix’s dry fist.
Felix made an ambiguous noise, giving a few more strokes before his hand disappeared. Zane whined, opening his eyes again to give Felix a pout. When Felix saw it, he giggled, shifting upwards to smack a hard kiss on his lips. “Don’t sulk. You’ll like this next part even better. Just close your eyes and relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Felix slid down the bed once more, lying on his stomach between Zane’s legs, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh. Zane did as he was told, closing his eyes again. It was always a little more intense when he couldn’t see what came next. Felix dropped a kiss to his knee, bit gently at each thigh, dragged his teeth over the skin of his hip bones, then ran his tongue along the underside of Zane’s cock…
Zane gave another contented sigh, waiting for Felix’s mouth to close over his aching erection. Instead, the hand disappeared altogether leaving Zane feeling untethered. He whined his displeasure.
“Open your legs for me, Zaney, nice and wide,” Felix said, voice soft but leaving no room for argument. Not that he’d ever argue with that.
He did what Felix asked, then bent his knees and planted his heels on the mattress, waiting, his breaths coming quicker from the anticipation. Zane didn’t know what he’d been expecting—fingers, maybe—but when Felix palmed his ass and spread him open, the last thing he expected was the broad sweep of his tongue across his abused hole.
He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flying open.
Zane curled upwards just enough to look down at Felix’s head. “You can’t. I haven’t…we didn’t…Asa…you know…” Zane didn’t know how to say he was still stuffed full of his husband's cum from the numerous times he’d bred him last night, without sounding…dirty. They’d taken a bath, but then they’d had sex again after…more than once. His hand fell to his belly. “I’m still so full.”
“Oh, I know,” Felix murmured, voice raw with lust. “I can see it leaking out of you. Did he fuck you so good, baby? Did he fill you up all night?” Felix asked, sounding a little awestruck, his thumb pressing against his rim like he was trying to milk it out of Zane. “Fuck, baby, there’s so much.”
“Oh, fuck,” Zane moaned. “You don’t have to…you can just use your fingers, maybe?”
“Shh,” Felix said. “You’re supposed to just lie back, remember? Be good for me. Okay? Can you do that?”
Zane let his head fall back against the pillow, throwing a hand over his eyes, waiting for Felix to slide his fingers inside of him. He could be good for him. Instead, Felix tipped Zane’s hips upwards, spreading him wider before his lips closed over Zane’s rim, sucking at his entrance.
Holy fuck. Felix was…Oh, God. This was so dirty, so wrong. They both groaned, the vibrations of the sound against his most vulnerable spot causing goosebumps to erupt along Zane’s skin. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He lifted his head to look down at Felix once more, but he had his eyes closed, a blissed out expression on his face like eating Zane’s ass was some kind of holy experience.
Zane had to admit, he was feeling…rapturous. Felix was so fucking good at this.. His tongue swirled around his entrance, then probed him as deep as he could, fucking his tongue into him like he was trying to see how deep inside him he could go, pressing his nose against Zane’s perineum just so he could get even deeper. Fuck, did Zane still taste like Asa? Would he taste Asa on Felix’s tongue when they kissed? Was Felix fucking Asa’s cum back into Zane’s fucked out hole?
“Oh, holy fuck, Felix. Felix…” he babbled, his back arching off the bed, trying to fuck himself on the soft tongue buried inside him, whining when it still wasn’t enough.
Felix’s arms snaked under and around Zane’s hips, holding him in place as he tried to press even deeper, impossibly deep. Zane’s eyes were rolling in his skull, his nerve endings on overdrive like he’d taken a hit of Ecstasy, every movement sending lightning bolts of bliss through his system, causing his cock to drool onto his stomach. Zane’s fingers twisted in Felix’sdark tresses, not sure if he was trying to drag him away or force his tongue deeper.
Felix pulled back, holding him open so he could go back to sweeping his tongue over him, licking at him with delicate laps, like a cat with a bowl of milk. Zane writhed beneath him, trying to be good, trying to just lay there as Felix sent him hurtling towards orgasm number God-knows-what in the last twenty-four hours.
“Oh, God, Lix. Your tongue…” Zane whined. “Oh, your tongue. Your tongue. So good. So, so so fucking…” he trailed off, his fingers twisting in Felix’s hair until he worried he might tear it out at the roots.
The bathroom door opened with a slight protest. Zane let his head loll on his shoulders to stare at his naked husband, a white towel thrown around his shoulders. Felix didn’t even break his rhythm, working Zane on his tongue, fingers digging bruises into his hips.
Asa grinned, leaning against the doorframe. “Enjoying your present, Lois?”
