“I can see his face just fine,” Dane protested in a strangled voice.
Was he close?
Colin clenched his inner muscles, pleased when Dane swore in response. And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Dane’s hips stuttered and he groaned, filling Colin up.
Colin expected Fox to move down and take his place, but he kept right on sliding Colin’s head back and forth over his cock. As promised, he wasn’t going too deep, but it was making Colin’s brain nicely fuzzy anyway. Especially after Dane, instead of flopping down beside them, pressed two fingers back inside Colin.
He whined around the girth in his mouth. The fingers weren’t nearly as good as Dane’s cock had been, and no one was touching Colin’s poor dick.
“You’re torturing him,” Fox told Dane with clear approval. “What happened to being the nice guy?”
“He just looks so pretty with my cum leaking out of him.”
Fox leered down at Colin. “What do you think, baby? Should Dane take pity on you?”
Colin whined again in answer. And then blessed relief, as Dane’s hand gripped his cock, his fingers still inside him, his mouth leaving warm, wet kisses all over Colin’s chest.
Fox growled. “I want to come on your face. Can I?”
Colin nodded as best he could around his mouthful. He wanted that. His inner vamp wanted it too, the eager bitch. To be marked, to have the scent of their mates covering him from top to bottom.
Fox pulled out of his mouth, stroking himself furiously. “Fuck. Dane’s right. You’re so beautiful, baby.”
Colin was too busy coming all over Dane’s fist to give him any sort of reply.
They all collapsed on the bed after and spent an absurdly long time panting, petting one another’s skin lazily. Colin had a leg thrown over Dane’s hip, and Fox was behind him again.
And then Colin felt something hard nudging at his used entrance.
There it was.
He rolled his head on the mattress to catch Fox’s eye. “Again?”
“Can I?” Fox asked, pressing a kiss to Colin’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to do any work,” Colin warned.
“No work,” Fox promised. “Just let Dane kiss you.”
He entered Colin easily, setting a gentle, rocking pace. Dane captured Colin’s mouth, his hands petting soothing strokes down Colin’s side.
Everything was perfect. Fuzzy and soft and wonderful.
Colin had no idea how long it had been when Fox came again, his muscles quivering against Colin’s back.
Or how long it had been when Fox spoke again, his voice a soft murmur. “You’re right, Dane. He does look pretty with our cum leaking out of him.”
Colin aimed a swat at him, just because, but his arm was too heavy and he missed by a mile. “Clean up your mess, please,” he ordered instead, annoyed that the words came out soft instead of demanding.
It was Dane who crawled off the bed in the direction of the bathroom. Colin sighed happily, knowing a warm, wet washcloth would be on its way any moment.
Fox pressed another kiss to his shoulder. “Is he still your favorite?”
Colin was too fucked out to even try to lie. “It might be a tie.”
It always was, with these two.
JAY GETS A PEEK
