When Peter came to, the water had been turned off and he was on his feet. Tex and Carver peppered his face and cheeks with kisses, hugging him between them like a shared teddy bear, their hands groping and feeling his body, fingers pushing into his crack and probing his hole.
“You ready for some hole-stretching?” Tex asked, his voice smooth like honey as he added another finger to the one already stretching Peter’s rim.
“Yes,” Peter said, his arousal overriding any embarrassment he might have had. He arched his back and pushed his ass back on the fingers breaching him.
“He’s wet for us,” Carver growled, tracing Peter’s rim with the pad of his finger. Peter held his breath, waiting for him to push inside, anticipating the stretch of three fingers, but he never did. He pulled away, stubbled chin withdrawing from where he’d been munching on Peter’s neck, mouth set in an anticipatory grin, and said, “Let’s dry off and move this show to the bed.”
That sounded good to Peter.
They dried off and moved into the bedroom. Tex pulled the top sheet off the mattress, instructing Peter to lie down on his belly. It was ridiculous, but out of the shower, Peter felt exposed and a little embarrassed by his nakedness and lying down only made it worse. With his head turned away from his two alphas, Peter could still feel them looming.
“So, what’s the plan?” Carver asked, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. He reached out and stroked his hand down Peter’s thigh, the touch setting Peter’s nerves alight with pleasure. “You have any toys in mind?”
“I promised him a massage,” Tex said, climbing up on the bed and straddling Peter’s thighs. The sudden presence of his alpha above him, big and strong and still bearing that musky scent even right out of the shower, had Peter arching his back to be mounted without conscious thought. His hole was gushing slick, his body ready for an alpha.
He’d never been this aroused outside of one of his heats.
Tex laughed, hands moving to Peter’s shoulders and kneading them firmly. “Not yet,” he rumbled, responding to the invitation of Peter’s body. “Got to get you properly relaxed first.”
Disappointed, Peter stopped arching his back and let his ass lie flat. The disappointment didn’t last for long. Tex might have said that Carver had magic hands, but it was equally true of himself. A cold stream of oil hit Peter’s upper back, rapidly warmed by Tex’s rough palms, the alpha massaging and kneading Peter’s body to the point where he was a blubbering mess.
It felt so good.
“Feels nice, right?” Carver said, sliding up and sitting down above Peter’s prone form. He sat so that his thighs bracketed Peter’s head, sliding down until Peter’s head was practically on his lap. His cock and balls were right there, and all Peter had to do was angle his neck and he could lick and taste the silky column of flesh.
Carver stroked his head, hand fisting in the back of his hair and just holding him in place.
Peter didn’t know how long it lasted. Tex kept on massaging him, moving from his back to his legs and then up again, working his way down Peter’s arms one by one and massaging his hands and fingers with focused attention while Carver just held his face steady against his cock, not asking him to suck and lick, content just to have him there.
It was heaven.
“I think he’s ready,” Tex said, voice coming from far away.
“I think so too,” Carver agreed. He scooted back, large hand curling around Peter’s jaw and tilting his head up so that he could see his face. “What’s your color, Peter?”
“Green,” Peter said, his mind taking a few seconds to work out what Carver was asking.
“Let us know if that changes.”
Carver didn’t remove his hand from Peter’s jaw, though he did lower his head so that his neck wasn’t bent at such an awkward angle. It felt nice, the way his chin fit in Carver’s palm, and when Carver pushed a thumb into his mouth, it felt even better.
Tex left, making Peter whine in displeasure, but the alpha was back in just a few seconds, pushing Peter’s legs apart and sitting down between his thighs.
The first toy was small, a plug of some sort, and Peter sucked it in without even feeling the stretch.
“More,” he grunted, trying to clench down on the plug, frustrated by how little it was stretching him.
“Okay, let’s move up a couple of sizes.” Tex’s voice had lost its cocky lilt, raw arousal taking its place and making him sound gruff and slightly dangerous.
“Yes,” Peter said, voice muffled by Carver’s thumb still stroking over his tongue.
The next toy was not small. Peter had to fight not to grit his teeth when Tex pushed it in, the stretch of his anal muscle making him whimper in agonized pleasure. This was what he’d been craving. The plug started thick, and it only got thicker the more Tex pushed inside of him.
“You can take it,” Tex said, fucking the plug in and out with little thrusts, the widest portion still not inside of him. With each thrust, he pushed it in a little further, and Peter was caught between pushing his ass up for more and wondering how he could possibly take another millimeter.
The widest part of the plug pushed past Peter’s rim, his hole sucking the plug in and closing down on the narrow base with a vengeance. It wasn’t as good as a knot, but it was a close second. Unyielding, the plug pressed against Peter’s prostate, filling his hole just right.
“Look at how he sucked that in,” Tex said, tugging on the base of the plug. Peter clenched down, fighting to keep the wonderful pressure exactly where it was. “Greedy little hole.”
