“Fuck, Lois. You look so hot like this.”
Felix’s fingers curled inside of him, making him scream just as Asa bent down and stroked his cheek, muttering, “Fuck,” under his breath as he watched Zane fall apart. Finally, he shook his head, like he was trying to clear it, then stroked a fond hand over Felix’s hair before heading to the door. “Love you, boys.”
He didn’t wait for a response. Felix was busy and Zane wasn’t capable. The sounds of the room were getting to Zane, making him feel like one raw nerve. Heavy panting breathing, the squelching of Felix’s fingers fucking mercilessly in and out of Zane’s still messy hole, the loud sucking noises of Felix’s mouth working Zane’s cock.
Just when he didn’t think he could handle one more thing, Felix took the pads of his fingers and ground them against Zane’s prostate. That was it, light exploded behind his eyes and his release locked up his body, his thighs clamping Felix’s shoulders in a vice-grip as he cried out, coming so hard his vision went fuzzy.
Felix sucked him through his orgasm, working him until he shivered and gently pushed against him. Fingers eased from his body, leaving a dull ache in their wake that Zane would feel all day.
He sucked in heavy gasps of air, a smile on his face as his body melted into the mattress. Then remembered Felix still hadn’t gotten off. “Lix, come here. Your turn. I want to make you come.”
“No, this is about you,” Felix said.
“Then just sit on my chest and jerk off, I want to watch you. You look so pretty when you touch yourself. Come in my mouth, please? Please? You know I love watching you, so pretty. I love the way you taste. Please, Lix?”
Felix blinked at him, then gave him a grin. “Asa’s right. You are a menace,” Felix said, but he was already sliding to do as Zane asked.
Zane watched, lids heavy as Felix moved to straddle his chest, silk robe trailing deliciously against Zane’s overheated skin, falling open around Felix’s thighs where they rested. He braced one hand on the wall and came up on his knees, looking down at Zane as he took his pretty cock in hand. There was no finesse to his movements. It was clear he was far more concerned with getting off than how he looked doing it.
But he looked beautiful, perfect, all that golden skin peeking from beneath his robe, his wide brown eyes all pupil, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones, the veins on his arms standing out as he worked himself with intent, full bottom lip trapped between his teeth.
“Oh, fuck. You look so pretty, Lix. You’re so fucking perfect. I wanna watch you come. I wanna taste it. Please? Please?”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Felix said the last word catching on a moan.
Zane’s lips parted on instinct, he knew Felix’s tells almost as well as Asa’s. He stuck his tongue out just as Felix came, his release spurting over not only Zane’s lips and tongue, but his cheeks, nose and lashes, causing him to close his eyes before he ended up looking like he had pink-eye.
Bruises were hard to explain to the press, having to make an official statement that he didn’t have pink-eye but a husband with really good aim—or bad aim—was impossible. As soon as Felix carefully sat back down on Zane’s chest, breathing heavy, they both burst out laughing.
“Keep your eyes closed,” Felix warned, still laughing.
Zane felt the bed shift slightly, then right itself. Felix dabbed at Zane’s eyes with a tissue from the side table, still giggling. “Okay, you can open your eyes.”
Zane blinked them open, then smiled up at Felix. “Hi.”
“Hey, Zaney.”
Felix slid off his chest then sat cross-legged beside him on the bed facing him. “Did you enjoy your birthday last night?” he asked with a smirk.
Oh, right. That. Zane punched Felix in the thigh, the closest thing to him while lying down. “I can’t believe you fucking told Asa what I said about him not being able to fuck me without hurting me. What happened to the bro code?”
“You didn’t ask me to keep it a secret,” Felix reminded, reaching over Zane to grab the near-destroyed cake from the side-table bringing the whole thing into his lap.
Zane gave him another sullen look. “I didn’t think I had to. We were drunk.”
“You were drunk,” Felix said, swiping a finger through the buttercream frosting. “I was tipsy.”
Zane slapped his thigh hard just as Felix smeared frosting across his lips.
Felix balked at Zane, then rubbed his thigh. “Ow. You don’t have to hit me.”
“You didn’t have to tell Asa what you did,” Zane said, licking the frosting from his lips.
Felix sighed. “Okay, maybe not, but violence is never the answer.”
Zane snorted. “We’re Mulvaneys. Even if the question was multiple choice three of the answers would be violence and the last would be violence in cursive. You have an entire jewelry collection that doubles as a weapons collection.”
Felix rolled his eyes. “Was the sex that bad?”
