It wasn’t a question.
Carver waited to see if Peter would protest, but when no denials were forthcoming, he slid off the couch and mirrored Tex’s position at Peter’s back. He grabbed Peter’s ass with both hands, spreading his cheeks apart and exposing his hole.
At that moment, there wasn’t a doubt in Carver’s mind that sometime in the future he’d be fucking that perfect little opening with his knot.
With his legs still trapped in his bunched up pants, Peter was only able to spread his legs a little, but Carver was able to make do. He held Peter’s ass open and leaned in, licking a stripe up the boy’s crack and grinning at the shuddered moan his tongue provoked.
Carver ate Peter’s hole like he was starving for it, the sound of Tex slurping on the boy’s cock and Peter’s moans only driving him to lick harder, deeper. He thrust his tongue into Peter’s hole, and when it felt loose and open, he reached up and pushed inside with his finger.
Peter cried out, startled by the sudden invasion, his body going tense. Carver kept on licking around his finger, curving the digit down into Peter’s prostate and massaging the nub with firm strokes that had the boy shuddering.
“I’m going to come,” Peter warned, which only drove Tex and Carver to suck and lick harder. Carver pumped his finger in and out of Peter’s hole, the tight heat going right to his cock, working his prostate like he was beating it into submission.
Peter’s body went tight and tense as he came, and Carver spent a moment feeling jealous of Tex for getting to taste his load.
At least he’d been the first to breach the boy’s ass, he thought smugly.
Tex kept on sucking on Peter’s cock until the boy was a whimpering mess, and only then did he pull off and have mercy. Carver let go of Peter’s ass, marveling at the pale expanse of flesh and wishing that he was able to smack them.
Peter’s ass would look amazing in red.
“You okay?” Tex asked, standing up and pulling Peter into a hug. He stroked the boy’s back soothingly, rubbing his hand in big circles.
“I think so,” Peter mumbled. He sounded lost, and Carver felt a weight of guilt in the pit of his stomach. He stood up and stepped back, studying Tex and the back of Peter’s head worriedly.
Tex didn’t look concerned. He was grinning, looking at Carver with a conspiratorial glint in his eye. When he saw Carver’s expression, he rolled his eyes.
“That was good, wasn’t it?” Tex said, pushing Peter away and holding his shoulders. Peter blinked up at him and nodded.
“Too much?” Carver asked, making Peter turn to look at him with a renewed blush on his cheeks. The boy lifted up his pants and buttoned them hastily, like all of a sudden he was embarrassed for Tex and Carver to see his private parts.
“I don’t know,” he mumbled.
“You’re fine,” Tex said, pulling Peter under his arm and marching him over to the couch. He sat down and draped his arm over Peter’s shoulders. “Let’s all just relax and watch TV for a few hours, and then we can go to the gym and Peter can have some time to himself. Unless you want to come with us?” Carver raised an eyebrow down at Peter.
“I’d like to stay here,” Peter said. “If that’s okay.”
“That’s fine,” Tex said, putting his feet up on the coffee table. He looked at Carver. “Sound good to you?”
Feeling a little bulldozed, and a little happy for it, Carver shrugged.
“Sounds like a plan.”
Some time in the gym would do wonders for clearing Carver’s head, and no doubt Peter would want some time to himself as well.
All in all, it was a good start to day one.
7
Peter
The next few hours were spent watching TV and hanging out, just like Tex had promised.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay on your own?” Tex asked, standing in the hall next to Carver, a gym bag slung over his shoulder. He looked like something out of Muscle Weekly with the way his compression shirt clung to his body.
“I’ll be fine,” Peter said, desperate to get the two werewolves out of the house. He needed tothink, and he couldn’t do that when they were constantlythere. When they talked to him, he almost couldn’t breathe. They were so intense.
It wasn’t that the attention was bad, exactly—if things were different, this would be his idea of heaven—but with the power the two men had over him, it was all just too much.
