Zane opened his mouth to try to say something but all that came out was an embarrassing sound somewhere between a whine and a moan as Felix sucked at him noisily again, making his intentions clear to all involved. Fuck. Was Felix trying to kill him?
Asa chuckled, pushing off the door frame, whistling a pleasant tune as he sauntered through the open door of their walk-in closet like his brother-in-law wasn’t eating his husband out like there was a prize at the bottom.
His life was so weird, he thought fleetingly. But so fucking amazing. “Felix, Felix, Felix,” Zane whined, desperately needing more…something.
Felix ignored him, working his entrance sloppily, the sounds filling the room nothing short of pornographic. Felix’s longnails dug into Zane’s hips, trying to hold him still as he licked and nibbled and destroyed the last remnants of Zane’s already depleted brain function.
“Felix,” he wailed, tugging harder on his hair. “Please. Fuck. Please.”
Felix finally looked up, chin and lips coated in his own spit and Asa’s cum. “What’s wrong, baby?”
Zane moaned as his dick leaked more precum onto his belly at the sight. “I-I need…”
“You need…” Felix prompted, clearly teasing Zane, his hand already unwrapping from one hip to slide between his cheeks, a finger teasing his rim. “This what you need, pretty baby?”
“Yes,” Zane begged. “That, I want your fingers. Fuck me with them, please?”
“Yeah?” he asked, a grin spreading across his face as he pressed inside to the first knuckle. “Like this?”
He was still toying with him. “Deeper.”
Felix slid in a bit more. “Here?”
“Felix,” Zane whined. “Stop teasing.”
He heard Asa’s filthy laugh from somewhere deep in the closet.
Felix rubbed his thigh soothingly with his free hand. “Okay, baby. Okay. Cause it's your birthday I’m going to give it to you how you like it, okay?”
Zane made a noise of disappointment as Felix’s finger disappeared entirely, then gasped as two fingers drove all the way home to the last knuckle with a wet sound. Zane’s eyes went wide, his hips coming off the bed. “Oh, fuck.”
“Whatever you did, I think he likes it,” Asa called, voice filled with laughter.
“Mm,” Felix agreed, mouth running along Zane’s thighs, his belly, his ass cheek, as he fucked his fingers in hard and fast, like how Asa had fucked him just a couple of hours ago. “This whatyou needed? Huh? Fuck do you hear how fucking wet you are? I don’t even need lube.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes. Oh, God,” Zane panted, his cock painfully hard and leaking. “You can add another finger. I want to feel full. Please. Make it hurt a little.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re killing me,” Felix murmured. “I feel like this ismybirthday present. Damn.”
Zane was absolutely going to burst if he didn’t get some much needed friction. He reached down to stroke himself, but Felix slapped him away with his free hand. “Don’t touch.”
Zane whined. “But it's my present.”
Asa’s laugh this time was mocking. Zane glared in his general direction even though he couldn’t see him.
Felix grinned, all teeth and meanness, but so fucking beautiful. Then he met Zane’s gaze, tongue licking over the precum rolling down his shaft, making a show of it. Zane choked on a sob just as Felix swallowed him down, taking Zane to the back of his throat. Before Zane could even adjust to the tight, wet heat of Felix’s mouth, he pulled out, then fucked four fingers back into him, setting a brutal pace without giving Zane any time to adjust.
“Ohhh, Oh, Oh, God,” Zane wailed. “What are you doing to me? This…oh, fuck.”
Asa appeared once more, dressed for work. Zane tried to keep his eyes on him, but Felix was just fucking ruining him, he couldn’t think, couldn’t concentrate on anything but the pulses of mind-numbing pleasure coursing through him and making him fucking stupid.
Asa crouched beside him, teasing Zane’s nipple even as he caught his lips in a dirty kiss that lingered. “I gotta go, Lois,” he said against Zane’s panting, parted lips, like he wasn’t being taken apart right in front of him. “I’ll call you at lunch, okay?”
“Hnf,” was all he managed as Felix hollowed his lips and bobbed his head, sucking the soul from Zane’s body.
Asa snickered. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He stood once more. “Have fun you two. No working today, Lois. And if you don’t eat the rest of the cake, don’t leave it on the side table or the housekeeper will yell at us…again.”
Zane heard his words but was comprehending nothing, his higher thought processes had devolved into more, more, more, please, harder, faster. “Oh, fuck, Lix. I’m so close. Please, I’m so close. Don’t stop, don’t stop.”
