“Doesn’t count,” Tex protested, though he was smiling. He rubbed Peter’s shoulders, massaging them with a firm grip.
“Yeah, it does,” Carver said, stroking Peter’s hair tenderly, a marked contrast from the brutal way he’d been tugging at it earlier. “You’re going to dance, hubby.”
“Whatever,” Tex said, and Carver knew that he’d won.
They stayed like that, Peter impaled on their knots, Tex rubbing his shoulders and Carver stroking his hair, listening to Peter’s strained breathing as he struggled to handle the two cocks inside of him.
Carver loved the feeling of his cock pumping rope after rope of come down Peter’s belly, knowing that he was filling him up and making him feel full.
“I’m done,” Tex declared after another five minutes had passed, pushing Peter forward and off his cock, leaving a trail of slick and come down the front of his uniform breeches. He pushed Peter off his lap and to the floor, forcing Carver to crouch down to relieve the sudden pressure on his cock.
“Warn a guy, would you?” Carver growled, turning around and sitting down on the couch next to Tex, manhandling Peter so that he was kneeling between his spread legs.
“Are you okay down there?” Tex asked, looking to Peter and ignoring Carver’s complaint. He got off the couch and crouched down behind the omega, stroking his shoulder and rubbing his back tenderly.
Peter held up his thumb in affirmation, making Tex grin and rub his back with vigorous enthusiasm.
“Good boy,” he said, moving his hand up and ruffing Peter’s hair. He still hadn’t taken off his gloves, and Carver wondered why. He had to be hot wearing them.
“What’s with the gloves?” Carver asked, spreading his legs a little more and stroking Peter’s lip where it was stretched around the base of his knot.
“Peter likes them,” Tex explained, taking both of Peter’s shoulders in hand and massaging them firmly. “He asked me not to take them off, so I didn’t.”
“Kinky fucker,” Carver commented, reaching down and stroking over Tex’s big leather-clad hand.
Peter turned a shade redder, and Carver had to chuckle. How anyone could be embarrassed about a fetish when their face was impaled on a knot was beyond him.
Still, it was nice to know that Peter had a fetish. Carver ransacked his brain, trying to think if he had any leather gloves he could wear to make his kinky omega happy.
Then a thought occurred to him and Carver reached into his pocket and grabbed his phone. He opened the web browser and went to a BDSM supply store he’d browsed the product section of but never bought anything from.
“Seriously, you’re checking your phone now?” Tex complained.
“I just want to check something,” Carver said, not looking away from the screen. A quick search and he had what he was looking for—sandpaper gloves. Made from supple black leather, the gloves had an abrasive material covering the palm and the grip of the fingers, and the description said that they were perfect for torturing nipples or sensitive little omega cocks.
Carver added them to the cart and hit the checkout now button. With his credit card and shipping information filled out automatically by his phone, the order was completed in less than a minute.
With priority shipping, the gloves should arrive well before their performance at The Bank.
“You done?” Tex asked, half annoyed and half curious. Carver just grinned, going back to the product page and holding up his phone for Tex to see.
Tex laughed. “Oh, he’s going to love those.”
Peter made a curious sound, but Carver didn’t show him, wanting the gloves to be a surprise.
“I’ll show you later,” he said, putting his phone away.
They sat like that for a while, Carver relaxing on the sofa like a king, Peter stuck on his knot and Tex on the floor fondling and feeling up Peter’s body.
“Think I can make you come again?” Tex asked, reaching down and enveloping Peter’s cock in his big fist. The question made it sound like he’d already made Peter come multiple times, and Carver didn’t doubt that he had.
Peter, mouth stuffed full of Carver’s knot, couldn’t answer verbally, but he tried to bat Tex’s hands away from his cock.
Tex laughed, ignoring the attempt to get him off, working Peter’s shaft in his big grip until Peter tensed up and shot his load. Eyes closed, teeth pushing down uncomfortably hard on Carver’s cock, Peter had no choice but to ride through the orgasm Tex tore out of him.
“Good boy,” Tex said when Peter went limp, lifting his palm up to his mouth and licking it clean. He grinned at Carver. “Yummy.”
Having wrung a final orgasm from Peter’s cock, Tex rose up from the floor and took off his gloves. He sat down on the couch next to Carver, the two of them staring down at their omega with fond smiles.
