BJORN
Bjorn followed Viggo and Sebastian out of the private elevator, the scent of arousal and anticipation filling the air. He hung back and let Viggo take the lead, perfectly content to let his husband run the show.
Sebastian looked around, his eyes wide as he took in the grand foyer. He glanced at the elevator, the doors still open, and for a second Bjorn thought he was going to make a run for them.
Viggo must have seen it, too. “Second thoughts?” he asked, grabbing Sebastian by his chin and tilting his head up. He crowded into his personal space, thumb stroking along the line of his jaw, and looked down into his eyes. Sebastian swallowed, throat bobbing, and shook his head.
“No.” He licked his lips, his resolve hardening. “I want this.”
“Good boy.”
Viggo’s answering grin was all teeth and lust, and Bjorn’s stomach clenched at the sight of it. He knew that expression well, though he’d never seen it directed at another person.
It was incredibly hot.
Crossing his arms, cock throbbing against the front of his uniform, he had to swallow to keep from drooling as he watched Viggo grab Sebastian by the waist and hoist him over his shoulder. Sebastian let out a yelp of shock, hands scrambling for purchase against Viggo’s broad back, his legs flailing wildly. Viggo moved down the hall, pinning Sebastian’s thighs to his chest and looking over his shoulder at Bjorn.
“I think it’s time we showed our boy the bedroom,” he said with a wide grin, palming Sebastian’s ass and groping his cheek. “Get the lube and the bag of toys from the closet and meet us there.”
Bjorn broke his own no shoes inside the house rule in his rush to get the requested supplies and join his two lovers. The extra lube and the bag of toys Viggo had picked up were in the storage closet next to the elevator, and Bjorn made quick work of grabbing them. He caught up with Viggo as he was carrying Sebastian into the bedroom.
“That was fast,” Viggo said, lowering Sebastian to his feet and pushing him toward the bed. Bjorn just nodded. He was incredibly turned on, but there was also an element of uncertainty about the evening that was new to him. Tonight wasn’t going to be the usual dance of domination and submission where Bjorn ended up pinned to the floor with a knot stuffed up his hole, and that left him feeling unsure of exactly what his role was going to be.
Bjorn looked at Sebastian, recognizing something of the same uncertainty in him. Sebastian caught him looking, shooting him a small smile that had fondness welling up in his chest. He smiled back, the two of them sharing a moment.
Glancing at Viggo, Bjorn was unsurprised to see nothing on his face but cocky satisfaction that his plan was coming together.
“This is a nice apartment,” Sebastian said, looking around the room and doing a little turn. His gaze lingered on the fireplace before moving to the view of the park from the floor to ceiling windows. “Really nice.
The penthouse occupied half the top floor of the building, with the living room taking up one corner and the master bedroom the other. A formal dining room, professional kitchen and two bedrooms occupied the space between, with a long hallway running down the back of the apartment against the wall separating them from their neighbor connected all the rooms together.
“It is,” Viggo agreed, taking off his shirt. Sebastian’s jaw dropped to the floor, his eyes glued to Viggo’s muscular upper body and the impressive slabs of muscle. His abs wereripped. Viggo flexed his pecs, and Sebastian blushed and looked away. “It’s just a twenty-minute subway ride from your school. Pretty convenient if you decide to move in with us, right?”
“That’s true,” Sebastian said, red-faced and unable to look away as Viggo kicked off his shoes and pushed down his pants, leaving him in just his black briefs. His hard cock was pointing down, poking out of the leg of his underwear, the bulbous head leaking pre-come against his thigh.
Viggo groped himself, sending a cocky smirk at Bjorn before pushing the briefs down and kicking them off. He stood there, completely naked, his thick cock and heavy balls on full display.
“Your turn,” he said, looking at Bjorn. Steadying himself against the wall, Bjorn stepped on the heel of his boot to pull out his foot when Viggo stopped him. “Sit on the bed and let Sebastian do that. Let him be useful.”
Bjorn’s stomach clenched, his balls pulling tight at the idea of having Sebastian kneeling at his feet. He walked over to the edge of the bed and sat down, the memory foam firm and barely moving, spreading his legs out and resting them on his heels. He looked at Sebastian, expectant.
“Well?” he asked, the word coming out gruffer and more demanding than he’d intended. Sebastian gave a full-body shudder and walked over, breathing fast and sinking to his knees in front of Bjorn’s foot. He looked like he was one step away from turning into a tomato, his face was so red.
He put his hands on Bjorn’s ankle and lifted his foot, giving the boot a tug.
It didn’t budge an inch.
“You have to put some effort into it,” Bjorn chided. Again, the words came out more chiding and forceful than he’d intended.
Sebastian didn’t seem to mind at all. He gathered himself, adjusting his stance and using the weight of his own body to pull Bjorn’s knee-high boot off his foot.
When it came loose, Sebastian fell back with an oomph, landing on his ass with the boot clutched in his lap.
“Now do the other one,” Bjorn demanded, glancing up at Viggo to see what he made of the interaction.
Viggo stood to the side, hand on his cock as he slowly jerked himself off. Meeting Bjorn’s gaze, he winked.
Emboldened, Bjorn turned his attention back to Sebastian and watched him repeat the process with his other boot.
