Meanwhile, I watch them together.
I don’t know if Elliot’s ever bested Leo in a struggle. If he has, I don’t know if it was an honest fight, or if Leo let him win.
One of these days, I’ll remember to ask.
“Ready to give up, pet?” Leo grits out, but Elliot responds by trying to throw Leo off.
I walk around the end of the bed and take up a position on the far side, so I can get a look at Leo’s face.
Oh, crap.He’s in pain and barely hanging on. Usually, there’s a dark light in his eyes when they wrestle like this, because his sadist loves the fight.
Tonight, I see nothing but pain.
Thebadkind of pain. Along with a heaping helping of exhaustion.
Without overthinking it, I reach out and fist Elliot’s hair with my left hand. With my right, I hook my fingers in his nostrils and force his head up and back. It allows Leo the chance to finally get a good enough grip on Elliot to wrench his left arm up enough to make Elliot tap out.
Immediately, Leo flips him over, shoves Elliot’s thighs apart, and starts to fuck him right there across the bed. I hope Leo gave him the chance to lube himself first.
Leo grabs Elliot’s wrists and shoves them over his head, pinning them to the bed while he leans in and kisses Elliot as he fucks him. It’s not tender lovemaking, either. Their fucking looks nearly as brutal as their fighting. Every thrust Leo slams into Elliot shakes the whole bed. I watch Elliot’s face, looking for any sign of distress, even though I know beyond all doubts Leo would stop if he thought he was harming Elliot.
Elliot’s…gone. He’s softly moaning in that happy way which tells me his brain’s totally unplugged. If the US went to war right this second, it’d be without the vice president for at least the next hour or so, or longer. When he’s this deep, he’s literally the functional equivalent of being drunk.
I rarely can get him this deep. It comes in part from the vicious, painful, unhinged, and totally feral depth of play they engage in. Leo doesn’t hold back, other than making sure he doesn’t harm Elliot, or hit him where bruises might be visible to the public.
Even when I’m in charge, Elliot holds back, worried about accidentally hurting me. Leo knows how far he can push my body and how deep he can take me and doesn’t hold back as much.
But our sweet pet, our wonderful boy, he’s got a far softer heart than Leo and I do.
I climb onto the bed, where I sit propped against the headboard and await my turn. I wouldn’t mind getting myself fucked tonight, but Elliot’s more important. I need him at his best. Besides, when I turn my focus to Leo, I’m worried about him.
He’s barely hanging on.
Honestly? As hot and sexy as they are, my cock wilts because I’m worried about them, and especially Leo. Leo is our foundation, and Elliot needs to function.
I can wait.
Besides, with Grace’s threat on my mind, that sort of takes the starch out of my shorts, too.
Changing positions, I stretch out along the bed so I can stroke Elliot’s hair and nuzzle his forehead. I don’tneedeither of them to make me come. If Leo gives me permission, I can make myself come just fine. Obviously, it’s more fun when it’s not just me doing it.
Given a choice of getting fucked or snuggling with both my men?
I’ll pick the snuggling. Every time.
Because this is an increasingly rare occurrence, and will continue to be rare, until we’re past the election.
Although it is tempting to point out to Elliot how cool it’d be not only for the Chief Justice to swear him in, but also marry the two of them immediately after.
When I look down Elliot’s body, I spot his hard cock bouncing between them with every thrust. I don’t know if Leo’s holding back or trying to get him off like that, but I decide to intervene again, which is something I usually don’t do between them. Intervening twice in one night is a record.
I settle in next to Elliot, Leo releasing his wrists and grabbing his knees instead as I ease an arm under Elliot’s head.
Nipping the shell of his ear, I whisper, “Be my good boy.” Then I slide my other hand between their bodies, wrapping my fingers around his cock.
He turns his head toward me, kissing me, coming almost immediately and coating my hand and both of them with his hot, slick juices.
It also does what I expected it would and trips Leo over the edge, too.
