Carver let him go right away, respecting his safety signal, and Peter’s nostrils flared as he took a deep breath. Carver stroked his hair, while Tex rubbed his shoulders and back, using his palms to work the knots out of Peter’s muscles.
“That was fun,” he said after a few minutes, making Carver laugh.
“Yeah, though I almost had you there a few times.”
Tex snorted out a laugh. “Sure, you can think that if you want.” He rubbed Peter’s shoulder briskly, getting his attention. “What do you think, did he almost have me?”
Peter held up his hand and turned his thumb down, making Tex laugh and Carver give his hair a cruel retaliatory tug. He then reached under Peter’s chest, finding his nipple with his gloved fingers and rubbing it.
Peter’s reaction to the sandpaper glove was everything Tex had hoped it would be. He flailed, writhing and trying to get away, his noises of protest drowned out by the fat cock filling his throat.
“Dirty little pain-pig,” Carver teased, grinning as he rubbed his gloved hand over Peter’s chest, making him squirm and clench down on Tex’s cock hard enough that it almost hurt.
“He’s a good boy,” Tex said, gently rubbing his hand up and down Peter’s back. The omega was hot and sweaty, and Carver’s abuse of his nipple was making his whole body twitch with tension.
“He is,” Carver agreed, his ungloved hand stroking Peter’s hair with gentle strokes.
“You love us,” Tex stated, confident.
Carver’s grin turned soft and he stopped torturing Peter’s nipple. He took off the glove, throwing it to the side and moving both hands to rub softly over Peter’s scalp.
“I really do.”
* * *
The next day,Tex went home after work and changed out of his uniform, excited about going to Leather House and seeing what kind of things drew Peter’s attention.
“Are you going to get ready to go?” Tex asked, walking to the door to the living room and leaning his hands on the top of the doorway. He watched as Peter sat on the couch, eating a bag of popcorn, staring at the TV. He was in his sweats, popcorn crumbs all down the front of his shirt, looking like a proper little slob.
“Go where?” Peter asked, putting his popcorn down and wiping his front. His gaze did an up and down over Tex’s body, lingering on his arms stretched over his head and the swell of his biceps.
“Leather House,” Tex said, lowering his hands and walking into the room. He hooked his thumbs in his belt and looked down at his omega.
“What’s Leather House?” Peter asked, turning off the TV. Tex blinked, realizing that he and Carver had completely forgotten to tell Peter about their plan to meet up at the fetish gear store and buy some new gear.
Tex sat down next to Peter, clapping his shoulder with a rueful grin. “Sorry, we forgot to tell you. It’s a store that sells sex toys and bondage gear. Carver and I thought it would be fun if we all went there after Carver gets off work today. You and Carver can buy some stuff for your thing tomorrow, and you can see what else catches your eye.” Tex gripped the back of Peter’s neck. “Also, I want to get a pair of those gloves Carver bought. I liked the way you squeezed my knot when he used it on you.”
Peter lifted his hand to his chest in an unconscious gesture, and Tex’s cock twitched.
“Is it still sore?” Tex asked, stroking over Peter’s shirt with the back of his fingers.
Peter’s hiss of discomfort answered his question.
“It’s all raw,” Peter complained, sounding quietly pleased.
“And that’s just from a few minutes,” Tex said, rubbing the sore nipple a little harder. “Think about what it will feel like after a real session.”
Peter shuddered, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Tex pushed his hand away, finding his abused nipple through the cotton of his shirt and squeezing it. He grinned at Peter’s hiss of pain.
Tex wasn’t a sadist, but he didn’t have to be to get off on seeing Peter’s reaction to pain. That said, Tex would never be able to inflict the kind of torture on Peter’s body that Carver wanted to. He liked seeing Peter get off, but there were limits to what he would do to his sweet omega.
He was sure that as they got deeper into their kinks, his two mates would engage in a few scenes that would be too much for him.
“I think I’d like that,” Peter said, like a confession.
“I know you would.” Tex let go of Peter’s nipple, standing up. “Go get changed. I thought we could take my bike, so you should pack some shoes in a backpack. We don’t want you wandering around in your socks.”
Peter got up, rolling his eyes. “So you’re putting me in bondage to take me to the bondage store?” he asked, looking up and catching Tex’s eye with a little grin.
