Seeing Peter get off on it was even more so. Watching them, Carver getting more and more brutal and Peter loving it every step of the way, Tex had felt thoroughly like an outsider. He’d wanted to tell Carver to stop—to go easy on Peter—but the look on Peter’s face when he’d done so had clearly communicated just how unwelcome his intervention was.
“Shut up,” Carver mumbled, eyes closed and startling Tex. He’d thought his husband was sleeping.
“I didn’t say anything,” Tex objected, his voice soft so as not to wake Peter.
“I can hear you thinking,” Carver said, opening his eyes and looking at Tex with sleepy fondness. “What’s wrong?”
“Freaking out about the paddling you gave Peter yesterday,” Tex told him honestly. He wasn’t going to hide his feelings from Carver. That wasn’t how they worked.
“He took it really well,” Carver said, a sleepy grin stretching his mouth as he looked down at Peter. His gaze darted up and his expression softened. “But we can keep that stuff for when it’s just him and me, if you want?”
“I think I do, yeah.”
“And then you can take him and do weird feet stuff when it’s just the two of you,” Carver said, pushing in closer to Peter and hugging him like a teddy bear. He closed his eyes, nose pushing down into Peter’s hair, and after a few minutes of soft breathing, Tex was pretty sure he was asleep again.
He reached over to the nightstand and grabbed his phone, taking a picture. Carver had never been a clingy sleeper with Tex—mostly because Tex didn’t tolerate it—but Peter seemed to be made for it. He stayed where they put him, and he didn’t wake up when they hugged him or even rolled on top of him during the night.
Pushing the covers aside, Tex carried his phone to the bathroom and got dressed in some sweats and an old t-shirt. He took a piss, checking his email as he stood in front of the toilet and emptied his bladder. He didn’t have anything interesting in his inbox, so Tex navigated to his pictures and looked at the one he’d just taken of Carver and Peter.
Looking at Peter while he pissed reminded Tex of one of Peter’s few hard limits. It was a shame that Peter had such an aversion to bodily fluids that weren’t come. Tex imagined putting Peter on his knees, maybe with a ring gag in his mouth, and filling his belly with his morning piss. The mental image made his cock harden, forcing him to re-aim his spray.
Peter would never go for something like that, though. He’d get that scandalized look on his face if Tex suggested anything like it, and then he’d spend the rest of the day shooting Tex suspicious glances like he thought Tex might start peeing on him at any second.
Tex shook the last drops from his cock and put it back into his sweats, letting it hang free next to his thigh.
Peter liked what he liked, and Tex was going to respect that. He waslucky, actually. Peter was amazingly willing to go along with most of the crazy stuff Tex and Carver threw at him.
The thought made Tex think about his and Carver’s latest effort. They were training Peter’s hole to take them both at the same time, much in the same way they’d trained it to take them one at a time. It wasn’t rocket science. They fucked him as usual, only now they slipped a few fingers or a dildo in next to their cock when they entered him, teaching his hole to takemore.
There weren’t many omegas who would go along with something like that. Not from alphas as well-endowed as Tex and Carver.
They werelucky.
Tex made his way out of the bathroom and to the kitchen, opening the fridge to see what he could whip up for breakfast. The fridge was pitifully empty, though there were eggs, and Tex found a packet of bacon in the freezer.
That was more than enough for a decent Saturday morning breakfast.
Tex got started on the food, confident that the smell of frying bacon would have Carver up and sitting at the table in no time.
He was right. Carver padded into the kitchen, dressed in boxer briefs and a t-shirt Tex knew he’d found in the laundry, Peter following close behind.
“Morning,” Tex said, putting three plates down on the table. “You guys want coffee?”
“Yes, please,” Peter said, taking a seat and letting out a startled yelp, jumping right back up from his chair.
Carver’s smirk was so wickedly evil that Tex had to laugh.
“Sore?” he asked, much more sympathetic than his husband.
“It hurts,” Peter whimpered, looking down at his chair like it had personally betrayed him. “I think I’ll just stand.”
“You’ll sit,” Carver told him, voice stern. Even Tex shuddered at the firm authority lacing his voice, and Peter looked like he’d been turned to Jell-O. He sat down, face scrunching up as his paddled ass hit the wooden seat.
“Too much?” Carver asked, voice quiet so that Peter wouldn’t hear.
“No, that’s fine,” Tex said, putting his hand on Carver’s waist and leaning in for a quick kiss. When they pulled apart, Tex caught Peter looking at them with an intensity that was almost frightening.
“What?” he asked.
