Kane
Fine. My turn. You want to know what I want?
GlowStick
Always
Harry
We’re listening.
Breadstick
Careful. You might get it.
Kane
The rink is empty except for the four of us.
GlowStick
Go on . . .
Kane
I want GlowStick between my legs, his tongue in my pussy while the ice bites my skin
GlowStick
Fuck . . .
Kane
I want Harry behind me, his hands on my waist, fucking me hard, every thrust making my nipples tighten
Harry
Jesus
Kane
And I want Breadstick in front of me, one hand in my hair, the other around my throat, while his cock slides past my lips. I want him whispering in my ear to take it, to be good
Breadstick
Baby, you have no idea what you’re unleashing
Kane
Yes I do. I want the cold. And I want the three of you to use me for your pleasure
GlowStick
You’re gonna get it
Harry
You keep talking like this and we won’t be able to hold off
