Fox’s soft laugh was almost mean. “You keep acting like Dane’s the nice one. Like he’s not just as hungry for you. He’d chain you to the bedpost if he thought he could get away with it.”
“Maybe—” Colin groaned as Dane swallowed again around the head of his cock, his throat muscles squeezing Colin tight. “Maybe that’s what I like about him.”
And then he couldn’t speak anymore, as Dane bobbed up and down on his cock with lethal intent.
Eventually, who knew how long after, Fox’s voice rang out again, his tone harsh. “You’re gonna make him come.”
Dane pulled off in an instant, his eyes watery and cheeks flushed. He looked almost as wrecked as Colin felt. Colin huffed at him. “Why’d you stop? Isn’t making me come the whole fucking point?”
Dane didn’t answer him, looking to Fox instead. “On the bed?” he asked.
And then Colin was picked up and tossed onto the massive hotel bed like a pillow, the twins on him in an instant, stripping him fully of his clothes. Colin went limp, letting them do whatthey would. Still, he couldn’t help griping, “I thought the outfit was what was getting you hot.”
“You think any clothes in the world could compete with you naked?” Fox asked, giving Colin’s hip a slap before ripping off his own clothes. “Legs up, slayer.”
Colin’s body moved almost without his permission, and in the next moment, he was on his back, his legs folded up to his chest, his ass practically in the air. It was the kind of position that would have made him unbearably self-conscious before the twins had waltzed their way into his heart and soul and libido.
He was a little surprised when it was Dane that settled between his splayed thighs, Fox kneeling by his head on the bed. Fox rarely gave up a chance to fuck him. Maybe they were going to take turns. Colin’s cock leaked more precum onto his stomach at the thought.
Fuck.
He let his head fall to the bed as Dane’s slick fingers—when the fuck had he gotten lube out?—stroked around his entrance.
Dane and Fox must have been wordlessly communicating again, because above Colin, Fox pouted. “You didn’t get yourself ready for us?”
Sometimes Colin did, on nights when they were hunting. It always inevitably ended with him feeding on one or both of the twins, which usually led to fucking of some kind. He blamed it all on his slutty inner vamp.
Colin met his eyes and smirked. “Wouldn’t want you to get complacent, would we?”
Fox flashed him a wicked grin, his sulk immediately forgotten. “With you? Never.”
Colin could only gasp, heat flashing up his spine as Dane crooked his fingers in a new way. He cast a look at the hard cock bobbing in front of his face. “Am I going to blow you?” he asked Fox.
“You are,” Fox told him, voice soft like it was a love confession. He slipped two fingers into Colin’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. “Can I move your head when you do? I won’t go too deep.”
Colin’s answer was embarrassingly fast. “Yes.”
Fox smiled down at him. “You better fuck him soon,” he told Dane. “I think he’s getting desperate.”
“But I’m having fun.” Dane scissored his fingers, making Colin cry out.
Still, he withdrew the next moment, and then a slick, blunt force was pressing at Colin’s entrance. Colin sighed with pleasure and bore down, taking Dane inside him with something close to ease. Fox waited until Dane was bottomed out before lifting the back of Colin’s head with a large palm, guiding the fat head of his cock in with the other.
Colin teased his tongue around, savoring the salty taste, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking in.
Fox groaned, his fingers clutching at Colin’s hair. “You know how many men wanted you in that club, baby?” he asked, then immediately answered his own question. “Of course you don’t. How many, Dane?”
“Too fucking many.”
“Too fucking many,” Fox agreed. “Don’t they know?” he crooned. “You’reourkept slut. We’re the only ones who get to see you like this. The only ones who know how to treat you the way you need. Isn’t that right?”
In answer, Colin sucked harder, flicking his tongue. He didn’t think he’d been all that great at giving head at the start of this relationship—not that these two idiots ever complained—but he’d learned a lot since then. It helped that he didn’t care anymore when his eyes watered and his spit overflowed—it didn’t matter with the twins. He could be vulnerable as he wanted and never feel unsafe.
“Fuck, you should see him,” Fox growled, appreciation in his voice. “Eyeliner running down his cheeks.”
He liked the makeup? That was something Colin could do again. Unlike the clothes, eyeliner wasn’t uncomfortable.
He was vaguely aware that he was finding thoughts to latch onto so he didn’t lose himself completely. He was dangerously close to that floaty, distant place that meant he was going to be fucked out and useless by the end of this. Dane’s hips were pounding steadily against him, more enthusiastic than practiced, like the goal was to get off as soon as possible. And maybe it was. Seeing Colin getting ogled in nice clothes was apparently an aphrodisiac for these two.
