Kicking off his remaining shoe, Tex hastily peeled off his sock and brought his other foot to Peter’s face.
“Tongue out; I want to really feel it.”
Peter obeyed, tentative, tongue peeking out of his mouth and scraping along Tex’s foot as he rubbed it up and down over his lips. Tex wasn’t gentle, and when Peter suddenly winced, at first, he thought it was because of him.
“Sorry,” Carver said, not sounding sorry in the least. Gaze drifting down, Tex was surprised to see Carver twisting and turning Peter’s nipples through his shirt with surprising vigor.
“Feels good,” Peter mumbled, voice muffled by Tex’s big feet.
“Yeah?” Carver asked, yanking off Peter’s shirt and twisting his nipple hard enough to make him cry out. “You like that?”
“Not so hard,” Peter gasped, trying to push Carver’s hand away. In an effort to distract him, Tex put one foot down into the boy’s lap and started rubbing over his trapped cock.
It didn’t take Peter long before he was coming, his abs clenching and his body curling forward as he shot his load.
“Carver, would you stand up?” Tex asked, getting off the bed and standing over the two men. Carver reluctantly stopped playing with Peter’s nipple and rose to his feet.
“What did you have in mind?” Carver asked, looking down at the small omega still sitting between them. Peter was staring up, eyes glazed over with lust and an awed expression on his face.
“Did you notice that he showered without our permission?” Tex asked in answer, taking out his cock and placing his foot on Peter’s chest. He pushed the boy down to the floor, sliding his foot up and letting it rest on his neck, holding him down with just enough pressure to make him feel it. He jerked his cock, milking a drop of pre-come from his slit and letting it fall on Peter’s face.
“I did notice that,” Carver said, lifting his own considerable length out of his pants and giving it a languid stroke. He looked down at Peter. “Did you ask us for permission to wash away our come?”
“No,” Peter said, staring up at them with wide eyes, his pupils hungry pools of black.
“So you know what we have to do?” Carver asked. The stern tone of his voice and the way Peter shuddered was making Tex’s cock drip like a faucet. He would never have tolerated Carver speaking to him like that in the bedroom—would never allow himself to be dominated and talked down to—but hearing it directed at Peter was hot as fuck.
“Yes, sir,” Peter said.
Tex grinned, glad that the kinky little fucker understood the game.
“Then lie there and take it,” Carver commanded. He was obviously enjoying having Peter at their feet, even if the foot aspect of it wasn’t turning him on. He looked at Tex. “You ready?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Pumping his cock, Tex was on the edge of orgasm right from the start. He held back as long as he could, wanting to enjoy it, but all too soon, his balls tightened up and he came. Each spurt was like a pulse of heat through his groin and up his spine, the feeling of come pushing through his cock and shooting down on Peter’s face and body like liquid bliss.
Carver wasn’t far behind, and together they covered Peter in an obscene amount of come. Streaks of it all over his face and chest, pooling over his eyes and in the hollow of his throat, Tex wanted to lie down on top of him and grind it into his body.
He settled for crouching down and rubbing it in with his hand, Carver crouching down on Peter’s other side and mirroring his actions.
“What are you doing?” Peter asked after a few moments, reaching up to wipe the come out of his eyes so that he could see. When he blinked his eyes open and lifted his head, thick globs of fluid coated his eyelashes like a layer of mascara.
“Rubbing it in,” Carver said, entranced. “The way you smell with both of us… It’s so fucking good.”
Peter let his head drop back to the floor, expression like he was humoring them in their weird wolfy behavior and not having the time of his life.
“You love it,” Tex said, scooping up a handful of spunk and shoving his fingers into Peter’s mouth. The boy gagged, but then he started sucking on Tex’s fingers like a champ.
Catching Carver’s eye, Tex grinned. The omega really was perfect for them.
9
Carver
“This is so good,” Peter moaned later while they were sitting around the kitchen table and eating the now cold take out dinner. He’d cleaned off in the sink, much to Carver’s chagrin, but the scent of come was still wafting off him like he’d bathed in it.
Carver loved it. The way his and Tex’s scent overlaid Peter’s own natural musk, heavy and overwhelming, practically screaming out that this boy was claimed and spoken for—it made his wolf want to wag its tail like a puppy.
