“I can’t touch it at all?” Sebastian’s voice climbed higher.
“Nope.” Viggo pushed him toward the bed, the back of his legs colliding with the mattress. He sat down, mouth parted in shock as Viggo crouched down and started unbuttoning the top few buttons on his shirt before yanking it over his head.
Bjorn was impressed. Usually, Viggo’s patience for buttons during sex was somewhere around zero, and it really spoke to his restraint that Sebastian’s shirt remained unripped.
“When I tell you to get naked,” Viggo said, grabbing Sebastian’s pants by the waist and yanking them down around his thighs. “I expect you to get naked.” He pushed Sebastian onto his back and grabbed his legs, tugging the pants the rest of the way off.
Bjorn licked his lips, his mouth watering at the sight of Sebastian’s cock.
“Take off your socks,” Viggo commanded, and this time Sebastian rushed to obey. Completely naked, he stared up at Viggo with wide eyes, his nerves and hunger on full display.
Bjorn went to stand next to his husband. Leaking a string of pre-come, his balls full to bursting, Bjorn looked down at the blank canvas of Sebastian’s body just waiting to be marked up and claimed.
Except it wasn’t a completely blank canvas. Staring between Sebastian’s legs, Bjorn was surprised to see yellowish bruising and very familiar teeth marks. He frowned at Viggo.
“Why did you do that?” he asked, nodding at the bruising. He couldn’t understand why Viggo would have played so rough with someone they very much wanted to like them.
Viggo winced, sheepish. He crouched down, sliding his hand up Sebastian’s inner thigh and tracing the marks. “I didn’t realize how fragile he was.”
He wasn’t trying to defend himself. He’d been ignorant, and in his ignorance, he’d inflicted damage he hadn’t intended.
It was a miracle Sebastian hadn’t run away screaming at the first opportunity.
“It’s not that bad,” Sebastian said, sitting up and looking down at his naked lap. His cock was dripping, and it was clear he wanted them to get on with things. “It’s just a little tender.”
“No biting,” Bjorn decided. The words were dangerously close to an order, but Viggo just nodded his agreement without being offended.
“No biting.” Viggo looked up at Sebastian’s face, hand still stroking over his inner thigh. “If you want to stop or slow down, what do you say?”
“Back off,” he said, no hesitation.
“So if I do this.” Viggo took Sebastian’s balls and trapped them in the palm of his hand, smacking his hand down with the back of his fingers. “You say?”
Sebastian yelped, his legs twitching, but he didn’t say the words Viggo was looking for.
“I don’t-”
Viggo smacked his balls again, harder, and this time Sebastian immediately tried to push his hands away. “Okay, back off, back off, Viggo.”
“Good boy,” Viggo said, rubbing Sebastian’s thigh. “That’s your safeword. Use it when you need to, okay?”
Sebastian nodded. “I will.”
“Perfect, then it’s time we got started. Bjorn, get up on the bed. Sebastian, are you ready?”
“Are we doing that thing you said?” Sebastian looked between Viggo and Bjorn, biting his lip.
“You mean is Bjorn going to sit on your face while I work on your hole?”
Sebastian nodded.
“Yes.” Viggo reached up and tweaked Sebastian’s nipple. “Unless you want to tell us to back off?”
Sebastian shook his head, letting out a yelp when Viggo twisted his nipple. Bjorn’s cock throbbed, and he rushed to climb up on the mattress and go sit behind Sebastian. He sat on his knees, spreading his legs and sitting back to create a space for Sebastian between his thighs.
“Lie down, okay?” he said, grabbing Sebastian by his shoulders and pulling him back, laying him down with his face staring up at Bjorn’s cock and his legs hanging off the mattress. “Lift your legs.”
Grunting with effort, Sebastian brought his knees up to his chest. He grabbed the back of his knees, curling his arms around them to keep his feet in the air. Helping him, Bjorn grabbed his ankles and pulled them back towards himself, spreading them apart and giving Viggo unencumbered access to his hole.
