“I want to see your dick sliding into him,” Alan told me. “And watch you fuck him good and hard, like he wants.”
Like I wanted too, but somehow it was easier doing it because I’d been told to. Having the decision taken out of my hands was a relief, and arousing, to think I was pleasing both of them. I’d hesitated, because Evan had come, and would be way more sensitive, but with Alan there, it was safe for me to be more demanding, to give Evan the power he wanted. Alan would make sure I didn’t push him too far.
I glanced up at Alan once I’d reseated myself inside Evan.
“Don’t worry, darling,” Alan assured me. “I’ve got you. Both of you.” He lifted himself up and pulled me down into a kiss.
Evan’s hands ran over my chest as I began to move.
It was hard focusing on what my body was doing and on the kiss at the same time.
“Pere.” Evan rested a hand at the base of my throat. “For once in your life, just worry about you, babe.” He shifted so his hips canted up more, making it easier for me to piston in and out. The kiss quickly petered out as I moved, and the sensation of pumping into Evan’s hot, ready body overtook me.
I was vaguely aware of Alan’s eyes still on me, on my face and not, as he’d said earlier, where our bodies joined. I knew he was stroking his own cock, without any real urgency, but theimmediacy of my own body’s demand for release didn’t let me pay much attention to that.
I was lost in the feel of Evan, now moving with me, caressing me, throwing his head back, enticed by the curve of his throat. I wanted my mouth there, immediately.
Alan’s hand tightened on the back of my neck as I lowered my head to suck up the skin over Evan’s Adam’s apple. Electricity crackled in the air around us as my body took over and I rammed myself into Evan, closing my teeth around the pinch of skin, sucking hard enough to make Evan pant and groan and clutch at me.
His hand digging into the muscles of my back, his voice whimpering out my name, Alan’s praise whispered into my ear while he held my head against Evan’s pulse, all sent me careening over a cliff and I came, trembling and desperate, into Evan’s body.
I collapsed onto Evan to theslap-slapsounds of flesh on flesh, and then the warm spurt of come landing across my ass as Alan finally jacked himself to a groaning completion over us.
The bed jolted as he flopped down beside us, kissing my cheek, then Evan’s, and lazily roving his hands and fingers over my ass, between my cheeks, playing with his come and my hole, and wandering further to touch the stretch of Evan’s hole around my softening dick.
His touch was only sexual because of where he was touching, not because of anything he wanted, other than to explore. “You are both so beautiful,” he whispered.
I snorted because I couldn’t help myself. I wasn’t beautiful. I had too much hair, too wild curls, too wide a face. Exaggerated everything, including eyes too blue to be real. Alan was classically tall, dark and handsome. With dimples. Evan was the epitome of blond, golden-eyed puppy-dog eager perfection.
Burying my face in the crook of Evan’s neck, I didn’t say any of that.
Evan hugged me with his whole being, arms and legs wrapped around me, the shift pulling me out of his body, while Alan ran his big, warm hands in circles over my back.
“Before you suffocate our beautiful boy, Perry, maybe we go take a shower, eh?” Alan said.
I nodded, without otherwise moving.
“Give him a minute,” Evan said. “He needs to compose himself and pretend he didn’t just have an out-of-body orgasm. It’s his thing.”
“Fuck off,” I mumbled into his neck.
His laugh vibrated right into me, filled the room, and then Alan was hauling me off of him and curling himself around me too, so that I was wrapped in both of them, head to toe.
A shiver suddenly shot through me and I burrowed into their warmth.
“It’s okay,” Alan said.
What was okay? I sniffed and a sting in my eyes caught me off guard. “Fuck,” I muttered. “Let me up.”
Instead, they both gripped me harder.
“You are allowed to feel things,” Alan assured me, his face so close the words whispered over the skin of my cheek.
But not now. Not here. Not until Evan had fallen asleep, happy. Then I could feel whatever, where he didn’t have to see it and worry about it.
“You don’t always have to be the strong one,” Evan said, like he’d just read my mind.
“It’s how we?—”
