DEACON
I’m excited. Like legitimately excited to be holding this hot little ass in my hands, and getting my face eaten out isn’t too bad, either. He’s a rockstar kisser. Filthy. Different than Isaac—like Evan’s kiss is way more sexual—and I amveryinto it. Isaac is next to us, watching us, makes me want to make it good for both of them.
I’m fucking dying to get Evan’s pants off him. I shove my hands down the back of his sweats, kissing him and digging my nails into his ass cheeks.
He’s writhing like he can barely control himself. It’s a side of him I haven’t seen yet, except maybe that one time he was on the couch in our apartment doing the same thing to Isaac.
Topping comes naturally to me now. Something changed when I met Isaac. My confidence. And also, maybe the lack of drugs clouding my senses made it easier to take control. I used to hate how controlling I am—the drugs were to help me let go, but when I’m with Isaac or Evan and they need me—I’m more than happy to let them know exactly how I want them.
I still need to let go sometimes—to getmybrains fucked out. But these days, I prefer to call the shots.
I tug at Evan’s waistband to the point it should make him uncomfortable. “Get these off.”
He grunts and backs off my lap. He slides his joggers down his legs and starts stripping off his shirt, but I don’t wait. As soon as I see his nipples, I’m grabbing him by the torso and pulling him back down onto my lap.
With frenzied hands, he works my dick out of my loose pants and starts stroking as he brings his mouth back down on mine, hard.
“Isaac.” I hold out my hand.
With his unique ability to read my mind, it’s only a few seconds before he’s squeezing lube from the bottle we keep in the coffee table drawer into my palm.
Evan pants as I slick up my cock. “A month is too long.”
“He’ll help you make up for it if you let him,” Isaac says.
“Guys, fuck,” Evan grips his dick with mine, stroking them to make us both slippery.
It feels so good, I throw my head back and rock my hips up to help him out.
“And you?” Evan asks Isaac.
“What?” he says. “I’m helping.”
“Mmm…” Evan moans. Our cocks slip through his working hand while precum pulses from both of us.
“Careful,” I warn him.
“Tell me what to do,” he says.
I lift my head and zero in on one of his nipples, bringing my mouth down on it and closing my teeth around it, just enough to cause a twinge.
“Damn,” he whispers.
I lick the erect tip before sucking it between my lips. He gives our cocks another tight squeeze.
“Fuck…” he sighs. “Yeah.”
I chuckle at his hyper-responsiveness.
“I’m like really close. I should stop doing this.”
I respond with a hum against his nipple.
“It feels so good.”
I put my hand on his wrist and forcibly remove his fist from our dicks. He makes a pouty, disappointed noise. I fucking love it. Isaac is a pouter, too.
I slap his ass in a signal to get it off my lap so I can maneuver. He’s quick to obey and readjust, sliding closer to me, but he’s even quicker to reach around, aim my cock at his hole and slide right down onto it.
