“I’d prefer you take it how you want it, both of you. I mean, I want the favor, but I want to please you boys. I want to make you come in the way you enjoy most.”
Kinzer walked around the steps, to the edge of the pool, and laid Myor flat before lifting his legs back. He squatted and spit onto Myor’s hole.
Hayde climbed out of the pool and knelt beside Myor, who eagerly guided Hayde’s cock into his mouth. Myor certainly knew how to please a guy with that mouth of his. He worshipped that thing as if his only mission was to satisfy Hayde, his tongue flicking about and stimulating all Hayde’s nerves, demonstrating his remarkable skills.
While Hayde enjoyed the pleasure Myor gave him, Kinzer slid his dick into Myor’s hole, which made Myor take a moment to catch his breath, something that only made Hayde’s cock even harder as he imagined what it was like when they’d shared that.
Painfully hard.
As Kinzer fucked Myor, Hayde knew what he wanted, what he craved from Kinzer. A part of him warred against the idea…didn’t want to push too far and wind up angering Kinzer, but another part of him was too tempted by watching Kinzer take Myor’s hole not to make a move.
He pulled his cock from Myor’s mouth, crawled back to the pool, and crept up behind Kinzer. Grabbing Kinzer’s hip, he pushed the head of his cock against the crack of Kinzer’s ass. Kinzer reached back and snatched Hayde’s wrist on the hand planted on his hip. Hayde figured Kinzer would make him stop, but instead, he glanced over his shoulder, and through his teeth, said, “No need to be shy.”
Hayde took the invitation. He lathered some spit on his cock before pushing his way in, taking his time, but Kinzer reached behind him and gripped Hayde’s ass, pulling, like he needed him inside, and fast. That Kinzer was allowing him that much made his girth throb. He wanted to give him that. Kinzer deserved to feel the pleasure of his dick against his prostate.
Kinzer threw his head back as Hayde’s cock reached deep, and Hayde hooked an arm around him and pulled his ass tight against his pelvis, looking over Kinzer’s shoulder, watching as Myor’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as they all thrust together, moving as one unit, in sync. Hayde felt a rush of energy sweep through him, something he attributed to whatever chemical had been on Myor’s lips. The heat between their bodies intensified, and Hayde pulled close to Kinzer, kissing the back of his neck, then licking to savor the taste. It was so easy to get lost in the fallen who’d captivated his thoughts and seized control of his will.
***
Kinzer couldn’t deny that the reason he was so hard was because he had Hayde’s dick inside him. When they’d touched again, he’d felt that electricity like the kind he hadn’t been able to deny Hayde that first time they’d fucked. And Kinzer thought that whatever he’d felt tingle at his lips when he’d kissed Myor must’ve been some sort of stimulant because the intensity was heightened even more than usual, making it impossible for him to do anything other than submit to his passion, his lust for the flit.
Immortals could tell by that spark when they’d met their sexual match—it wasn’t a gift of the Almighty’s as much as something that stemmed from spending so much time fucking one another, enough to know the difference between what felt good because they were hitting the right buttons and what felt good because the chemistry was too strong to deny. And it was that powerful attraction that Kinzer submitted to as he felt Hayde’s cock hit his prostate and enjoyed the sensation of his lips and tongue against the back of his neck.
He reached his arm behind him and grabbed the back of Hayde’s head, pulling him closer as he continued pushing into Myor, who reared his head back and called out. Myor looked up to him, his body trembling and sweat rushing down his forehead when he said, “Come on, Kinzer. You can fuck me harder than that.”
Kinzer obeyed Myor’s request.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Myro called out as that fat dick of his flopped about on his abdomen.
His precum spewed from the head, leaking into the top ridge of his abs.
“Flit, sit on my dick like this,” Myor called out.
Kinzer didn’t want Hayde to leave him. That cock felt so good. As good as he remembered. And it’d been so long since someone had topped him, since an immortal had been able to give him that pleasure. He wanted to keep him inside him like that, but he also knew that if Hayde was riding Myor, he’d be that much closer to his face, getting to see him, and that prospect excited him so much that he hated himself because of it.
Hayde pulled his cock out and crawled out of the pool. He straddled Myor’s waist, facing Kinzer. Kinzer spit into his hand and lubricated Myor’s thick girth to make it easier on the traitorous flit, and he probably shouldn’t have even offered that much consideration for him.
Hayde grabbed Myor’s dick and positioned it before bending his knees slowly, letting himself adjust to the size. He grunted and groaned as he shifted before Myor grabbed Hayde’s thighs and urged him to take him faster.
Seeing Hayde’s mouth hanging open as he took shaky breaths to endure the pain, Kinzer realized how easy it would be to kiss him.
A quick kiss, he told himself.
But he knew he’d be greedy—that once their lips touched, he’d submit to all the passions that raged within his body, all the impulses that urged him to make the move. He didn’t imagine Hayde would resist him, but the thought of bringing any pleasure to Hayde’s body seemed so against everything he stood for. That was why he had pushed him away before, even though he’d really wanted to feel his soft lips, to slide his tongue between them and share in a kiss.
And as he watched Hayde, totally vulnerable as he took Myor’s cock, Kinzer found himself too greedy to resist. Even if Hayde’s sole mission was to screw him over, he didn’t care. It wasn’t about what Hayde wanted. It was about what he selfishly desired for himself. He was owed that kiss. It was the least Hayde could give him.
He moved forward quickly, slamming his lips against Hayde’s. Hayde wrapped his arms around Kinzer and pulled him close, like he’d been anticipating it, wanting it as desperately as Kinzer had.
Kinzer’s arousal, his passion, his exhilaration consumed him as he fucked Myor, appreciating how close he was to Hayde. He let their lips part for a moment as he caught his breath, gasping desperately for air, but Hayde kissed him again and gripped the back of Kinzer’s head, keeping him close.
The greedy flit.
The bastard flit.
Kinzer tried to chase away the memories of that moment with Maggie in Veylo’s mansion, to pry them from his awareness. But the images came unbidden and combatted with the tension of the moment he found himself in, the moment he wanted to be allowed to be at peace within.
But peace was not something he would be allowed.
