“What’s this?” Carver asked, groping Peter’s ass and feeling the base of a thick plug. He pushed at it through Peter’s jeans, making him gasp and whimper into his mouth.
“Plug,” Peter moaned, burying his face in Carver’s neck and pushing his hands in under his suit jacket.
“He was having trouble keeping my load in,” Tex said, joining them. Like Peter, he looked like he was coming off a marathon sex session. Dressed in his comfiest sweats, Tex smelled like he’d spent the day rolling around in his own come and Peter’s slick.
“Really?” Carver commented, balls pulling tight. If Peter was having trouble closing his hole, Tex must have really stretched him wide open.
“Took my fist and my cock at the same time,” Tex said, puffing up his chest in pride.
Carver blinked, sure he must have misheard.
“You mean you fisted him while he sucked you off?”
Tex sat down, pushing his chair back from the table and spreading his legs in a wide vee. “Nope. I mean that I pushed my whole hand into his pretty little ass, and then I put my cock in next to it.” Tex licked his lips. “I jerked my cock offinsideof him.”
Carver grabbed the back of Peter’s hair, tugging his face back so that he could look into his eyes. “Is that true? Did Tex really put his hand and cock inside of you at the same time?”
Peter nodded, lips curving up in a satisfied grin. “He did.”
“And did you like it?”
Peter nodded, biting his lip. “It was awesome.”
Carver let go of his hair and looked back to Tex. “So, I guess we don’t have to worry whether he’s ready for us to double fuck his hole.”
“Not even a little bit,” Tex said, rubbing his chin. “In fact, Peter and I were planning on asking you to do that after dinner.”
“Yeah?” Carver didn’t know if he could wait that long.
“Though Peter had a request. He wants us to wear our motorcycle suits while we do it.”
Carver grinned, tugging Peter’s head back so that he could look back into his eyes.
“You want us in leather?” he asked, smirking. His cock was leaking so much pre-come that he felt like he’d wet himself.
“It’s hot,” Peter said, blushing furiously but not trying to look away.
Even just a week ago, suggesting that Peter had a fetish would have resulted in Peter ducking his head and denying it.
“Then we’ll indulge you,” Carver said, even though the idea of wearing a leather suit during sex sounded like it would be way too hot—in the temperature sense of the word.
It was fine. If he got sweaty, he’d make Peter lick it off.
“But first we have to eat,” Tex said, nodding at the food. “I’m starving.”
Carver lowered Peter to the floor, petting his cheek and brushing over his lower lip with his thumb.
“What about you, are you hungry?”
Peter nodded, parting his lips and trying to take Carver’s thumb into his mouth. Carver chuckled, pulling away and taking a seat.
“Then let’s eat.”
Peter sat down at the head of the table, his stomach growling as he reached for a fish taco.
“So, how was your day?” Tex asked, helping himself and taking a huge bite of his taco before putting it down on his plate.
Carver sat up a little straighter, grinning wide.
