“What?” Bjorn asked, looking down at him.
“Nothing,” Sebastian said, smiling. “I’m just enjoying myself.”
Bjorn grinned, and they went back to listening to the music.
When all the food was gone, Viggo shoved all the parchment paper wrappers back into his bag and gave Bjorn a shove.
“All right, you’ve had your turn. Sebastian, sit here.” He patted the space between his legs, spreading his thighs to make room for Sebastian to sit between them. Bjorn released Sebastian from under his arm with a sigh, nudging him to stand up and move over.
Heart beating fast, suddenly nervous, Sebastian rose up and moved between Viggo’s legs and sank down to sit in the space between them. He could feel Viggo behind him, radiating heat and smelling like leather and musk, his presence impossible to ignore.
“Closer,” Viggo demanded, his voice rough and low as he curled his arm around Sebastian’s waist and pulled him back. Flush against Viggo’s front, Sebastian could feel the swell of his pecs against the back of his head, Viggo’s muscular legs pressing in on either side of his own.
“Comfortable?” Viggo asked, his mouth just inches from Sebastian’s ear.
Swallowing, Sebastian nodded. “Yeah. This is nice.” His voice came out an octave higher than he’d intended.
“Good.” Viggo’s voice was low and rumbling, making his chest vibrate against Sebastian’s back.
“This is nice,” Bjorn said, scooting closer and crossing his ankles. He reached for the wine and downed the last of the bottle, throwing his arm over Viggo’s shoulders and leaning against him. He peered down at Sebastian. “Is he hard?”
“What?” Sebastian squeaked, trying to sit up only to be held back by Viggo’s arm across his stomach. He looked around, wondering if any of the couples seated nearby had heard Bjorn’s question.
“Yes, but I’m wearing really tight briefs,” Viggo answered. He shot Bjorn a wry look. “We’re not starting anything here, so calm down.”
Sebastian’s face burned, his awareness of his body suddenly focused on the single spot on his lower back where he could feel something hard pushing against him.
“Fine.” Bjorn sighed. “So we’re just going to sit here and listen to music?”
“Yes.” Viggo was firm.
“We could go back to your apartment?”
Sebastian felt Viggo’s cock twitch at his suggestion, the werewolf holding him suddenly tighter.
“And what’s going to happen there?” Viggo asked, placing the hand of his other arm over Sebastian’s chest, right over his sternum.
“I-” Sebastian swallowed, Viggo’s hand feeling huge against the front of his shirt. “What do you want to happen?”
Viggo nuzzled into the side of his neck, putting his mouth next to Sebastian’s ear. “We want to mount you, plug you with our knots, and pump you so full of come that you can’t move without sloshing.”
Sebastian whimpered, squirming at the mental image, Viggo tightening his hold even further.
“But you can’t handle that,” Viggo continued, thumb rubbing over Sebastian’s nipple, moving the cotton of his shirt back and forth and creating the most maddening friction. “So tonight, Bjorn and I would like to play with your hole. We want to see how much work we have to do to make it ready for us. Are you up for that?”
Sebastian nodded, glancing wildly around to make sure no one was looking at them. Sometime between the music starting and Sebastian moving between Viggo’s legs, the sun had gone down, the darkness shielding them from view. The change had been so gradual and the park was so well lit that he hadn’t noticed, but he was incredibly grateful for it now.
“You have to use your words,” Viggo commanded. He moved his hand up, gently wrapping it around Sebastian’s throat.
“I want that,” Sebastian said, his cock throbbing as Viggo held him by the throat and pushed him back into his chest.
“Good boy,” Viggo growled. Sebastian shuddered in delight, his toes curling in his shoes. “Bjorn, are you ready?”
“More than.” Bjorn rose to his feet and turned around, staring down at Sebastian with pure, animal want written across his features. He adjusted his bulge, shifting his stance and moving his boots further apart. When Viggo didn’t get up, he lifted his brow and crossed his arms. “Well, are you coming?”
“Not yet,” Viggo joked, pushing to his feet and lifting Sebastian up with him. He draped his arm across Sebastian’s shoulders and started walking down the hill toward the path. “But it won’t be long now.”
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