“Eeep,” Soren yelped, half tweet, half moan, as Arlington’s large fingers wrapped around his hard shaft while Taggart stroked his balls.
The rubbing made it difficult to remember what he’d been doing, and he turned his head, only to bump his nose on Arlington’s arm so hard his eyes immediately watered. The pinch of pain cut through the pleasure, but only for a few seconds.
Arlington’s growl sent a shiver down Soren’s spine. His eyes popped open the moment he felt himself lifted and dragged away from Taggart. Arlington plopped his butt down on the wooden deck that ran around the edge of the hot tub, putting Soren’s cock at just the perfect height for Arlington to wrap his lips around it.
His lips and tongue felt amazing while the echo of his groans vibrated around Soren, creating the best sensation in the world. Soren tangled his fingers in Arlington’s hair as he leaned back, splaying himself out for Arlington, whose sounds changed like Taggart was doing something wickedly naughty to their mate.
His mate’s nose nuzzled, his tongue massaged, while the rapid increase of sucking made Soren tremble with need. A wet finger circled around his entrance while Soren whined and rocked against Arlington’s face. Wanting more. Wanting everything his mates chose to give him. Another vibration tore through him when Arlington moaned, a deep, hungry moan, before popping off Soren’s cock, leaving the tip with the echo of that last rumbly vibration.
The sight that met his gaze when he cracked his eyes open, was Arlington with his head thrown back, glints of sunset red shimmering in his hair, and reflecting on the surface of the water around him as Taggart’s head broke the surface of the water, his giggles filling their tranquil little space.
No rushing, no frantic whispered words—there was just this moment together and the chance to wind one another up and make each other feel good.
Water sloshed as Arlington planted himself on the edge of the hot tub right beside Soren, who reached up to grab Taggart’s arm, tugging him until he was sprawled out beside him. Fingers tangling in one another’s hair, Soren returned to kissing him while Arlington licked and kissed his way over Soren’s thigh on his way to Taggart’s even as one of Arlington’s fingers slid inside of Soren, stroking and making him rock and sigh against Taggart’s lips.
Taggart’s fingers tangled in Soren’s hair, and he cried out against Soren’s lips, his body beginning to tremble before he whined as Arlington kissed his way back over to Soren.
“You are both… so… unfair!” Taggart whimpered against Soren’s lips.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Arlington rumbled happily.
“Me either,” Soren murmured as he peered into Taggart’s bright, beautiful eyes. “Might be a case of computer error.”
“I just think he’s forgotten one very important fact,” Arlington pointed out, his lips pressed to Soren’s lower belly, where he occasionally nipped the skin to make him squirm.
“W-what’s that?” Soren moaned.
“That Daddy makes the rules,” Arlington declared as he kissed his way across Soren’s belly, lightly nipping his hip before he began kissing a trail down Soren’s thigh as Taggart’s eyes widened, a long, low moan spilling from his lips, painting a very clear picture for Soren of what their mate was doing with his other hand.
He was doing the same thing to Soren, who rocked against the finger inside him, wanting another one.
“And since Daddy makes the rules, he also gets to decide what’s fair or not,” Arlington went on, as casually as if they were discussing what kind of cheese to pick up at the grocery store. “Which means that nothing that’s happened since we’ve come out here has been unfair in the slightest. I think my little meerkat might need to come up with another word of protest, though for the life of me I can’t figure out what he’d have to protest about.”
“Want your cock, Daddy, and you won’t give it to me,” Taggart whine-sniggered, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Want Soren on my cock, but all he’ll give me is his fingers, lips, and tongue.”
“Ahh, I see,” Arlington chuckled, rolling his eyes up so he could lock gazes with them. “Is someone feeling a little needy?”
The heated, intense look he gave them made Soren squirm and writhe a little more, especially when the finger withdrew from his ass, one Soren had been enjoying.
“Yes, Daddy, and it’s not fair making me wait!” Taggart declared, drawing another chuckle from Arlington.
“Oh, really?” Arlington asked in that deep, rumbly way that made Soren’s toes curl. “There goes that word again. Didn’t I already explain that you needed a new one?”
“I don’t want a new word. Daddy, I just want your cock in me!” Taggart demanded.
Arlington removed his hand, and Taggart gasped and sputtered, looking completely outraged, the same way Soren felt now that no one was touching him any longer.
“Look in the little compartment to your right,” Daddy requested, looking straight at Soren.
At first there was confusion about what Arlington was talking about, until Soren noticed the smooth indent in one piece of wood, and gave it a little tug.
“Daddy,” Soren said when he spotted several different kinds of lube, and two fat toys, still wrapped in plastic, in the hot tub compartment. “You think of everything,” he giggled.
Arlington just chuckled and gave him a wink. “Yup, and I know two cheeky little darlin’s who’d best remember that.”
Arlo
Seated on the deck, with Taggart perched on his cock, his back to Arlo’s chest so Soren could ride Taggart’s cock, something he was doing so vigorously he threatened to topple them all over. Arlo groaned and tried to keep himself under control as his boys rapidly came unraveled. Each time Arlo thrust up, Soren presseddown, impaling himself on Taggart and drawing wild cries from their meerkat mate.
