Once they entered the bedroom, Rake went over some so-dubbed “admin”, which involved going over basic ground rules that boiled down to ensuring everyone’s mutual consent. Quin wrapped his arms around Kit, holding him from behind as they listened and agreed on everyone’s limits. Both Kit and Shaunquickly made their preferences known: everyone should stick to their own partners, and so that was that.
“Ready to begin?” Rake asked once the negotiations were concluded. DJ nodded furiously before he’d even finished his sentence, and Quin waited for Kit to agree before dipping his head in agreement himself.
“Yes, Sir,” Shaun said. Quin’s mouth dried up a little at the honorific. “Sir” had never been a title Quin aspired to, but he understood the appeal when he saw how Rake came alive in that moment.
Quin eyed Shaun’s collar, a thick band of black leather with a couple of D rings that evoked images of bondage and leashes and restraints in Quin’s mind. DJ no longer wore his silver necklace and had on a dark purple collar—thinner, but in a similar style to Shaun’s.
Without warning, DJ whipped off his clothes with alarming speed. DJ was a big guy inallaspects, made more obvious when he began to stroke his cock. Quin raised an appreciative brow, and DJ chuckled knowingly.
Quin led Kit over to the large armchair in the corner, settling down with Kit in his lap to watch Rake take painstaking care over removing every stitch of Shaun’s clothing. “What do you think about collars?” Quin murmured into Kit’s ear.
“Undecided,” Kit said, though he answered too fast for Quin to believe him.
“What about one in baby pink? Something delicate. Subtle. Soft.”
Kit squirmed in Quin’s lap, craning his head back to showcase the line of his unadorned throat. The heat in his eyes told Quin what he really thought about the suggestion. Quin’s anticipation ramped up with each new inch of flesh on show as Rake undressed himself too. It felt like the temperature in the room rose several degrees, and it all seemed far more real thanit had even moments before when they’d been discussing the specifics.
“Sweetheart, on the bed,” Rake ordered DJ. Shaun was there waiting already, and DJ settled himself over Shaun, drawing him into a filthy kiss.
Kit shifted on Quin’s lap. “All right, baby boy?” Quin asked.
“I’m…warm.”
Quin’s hands travelled to the hem of Kit’s T-shirt. “How about I take this off?”
Kit raised his arms. It astounded Quin every time Kit submitted to him—that he was so lucky to be trusted in such a special way. Quin pulled Kit’s shirt off with care, placing it over the back of their chair.
They watched, rapt, as Rake opened DJ up with his fingers. Quin’s hand dipped down Kit’s front, tickling over his stomach and resting over the crotch of his tented briefs. They had a perfect view of DJ’s face as Rake stretched him. Shaun still lay underneath DJ, hands roaming over his chest and shoulders as he took in his boyfriend’s every reaction.
Maybe it should have been weirder that they were doing this, but somehow, it felt normal. Quin supposed that Rake, DJ, and Shaun were used to it, as Rake had said. The complete lack of self-consciousness each of them displayed proved as much. Their bodies fit together like a jigsaw puzzle: each piece slotting into its perfect place. Rake effortlessly commanded DJ and Shaun, both of them eager to please their Dom.
“Fuck, Sir!” DJ yelled, back bowing. Apparently Rake had found his prostate.
Quin rubbed the heel of his hand over Kit’s cock through his briefs. “Daddy, touch me properly,” Kit whined. Quin hadn’t been certain whether Kit would want to get some action of their own going, so the explicit request was a pleasant surprise.
He rewarded Kit by reaching inside his briefs and grasping his cock, thumb rubbing over the head. Kit made all sorts of desperate noises Quin would never tire of hearing as he loosely stroked down Kit’s shaft.
“More,” Kit said. “No teasing.”
“Such a needy baby, huh?”
Kit put his smaller hand over Quin’s and tried to direct his movements. Quin humoured him for a few seconds before gently pushing Kit’s hand away. “Don’t move these again,” he said, placing one of Kit’s hands and then the other on each arm of the chair.
Kit made a noise of frustration in the back of his throat. “But, Daddy, you’re not touching me like I want you to.”
“I will. Be patient, baby boy.”
He put his hand back on Kit’s cock, still only giving him languid strokes. Kit squirmed, but kept his hands where Quin had placed them.
“Watch the others,” Quin told Kit when Rake lined himself up with DJ’s hole. As Rake’s cock disappeared inside of him, inch by inch, DJ moaned like a porn star. It was performative, but Quin couldn’t deny it was hot.
“Please can I have his mouth, Sir?” Shaun begged.
“Of course, sweetheart,” Rake responded. “DJ, suck him.”
“Oh,” Kit gasped as Shaun shuffled onto his knees, getting into prime position. His cock bobbed in front of him, and DJ dived down on it with gusto.
Quin continued to stroke Kit without exposing him to the others, keeping him on the edge and going no further. He’d wait until Kit asked for more, and until then they’d enjoy the scene.
