“Good boy,” Viggo said. He slid his hand under the back of Sebastian’s head, fingers rubbing little circles into his scalp.
Sebastian looked lower, bending his chin and staring down the length of his own body, his gut clenching with heat when he saw the prodigious bulge between Bjorn’s legs. It was massive, pushing the crotch of the suit out, looking like a pair of rolled-up socks had been shoved down his pants.
“Small,” Bjorn said, shooting a wide-eyed look at Viggo. He reached down and splayed his hand on Sebastian’s stomach, pushing up under Viggo’s oversized t-shirt and touching skin.
Sebastian’s abs clenched, the breath caught in his throat, Bjorn’s hand spanning the entire width of his stomach.
“He is,” Viggo agreed. It was spoken softly, but there was something hungry underlying the words that had Sebastian trembling.
Bjorn rubbed his hand up and down Sebastian’s stomach, moving his other hand down and stroking the side of his hip.
Sebastian’s cock twitched, sore and sensitive inside his borrowed sweats, and he bit back a whimper.
Viggo pulled his hand away from beneath Sebastian’s head, jostling him in his rush, and climbed up on the bed. He settled behind him, Sebastian’s head nestled between his thighs, his legs spread out wide on either side of his body. He leaned forward, cradling Sebastian’s face in his hands, and looked down at him.
“You’re doing okay,” he said, the tips of his fingers stroking along the underside of Sebastian’s jaw.
The words, like Bjorn’s assertion earlier that he shouldn’t be scared, felt like an order more than a reassurance. Like Viggo was telling him that he was okay. Sebastian tried to nod his head and agree, but Viggo’s grip on his face held him still.
“He doesn’t smell like you,” Viggo said, making Bjorn’s expression sharpen with interest. He reached under Sebastian’s jaw and pulled his head back, exposing his neck. “You should change that.”
The effect of his words was instantaneous. Bjorn’s eyes darkened, his pupils going wide, and all at once, his movements became smooth and predatory. He lowered himself down, eyes never leaving Sebastian’s face, dropping down on top of him.
Sebastian breathed in his scent, and he was startled to find it very different from Viggo’s. Bjorn smelled like clean sweat and nature, like something wild and rough, with subtle notes of smoke and leather.
Breathing it in made Sebastian wonder whathesmelled like to Viggo and Bjorn. It had to be good, given their reactions to him. The way Viggo had rubbed against him had made him feel like some kind of werewolf catnip.
Fully on top of him, the weight of his body pushing Sebastian into the mattress, Bjorn moved his arms under Sebastian’s body and enveloped him in a hug, squeezing him tight as he buried his face in his neck.
It was the tightest, heaviest hug of Sebastian’s life.
For a few moments, Bjorn did nothing but breathe, his nose pushed against the side of Sebastian’s neck, but then he opened his mouth andlicked. The broad flat of his tongue moved up the side of Sebastian’s throat, ending under his ear, where he placed a wet kiss before moving his lips and tongue back down to the hollow in Sebastian’s throat.
As he moved up and down, getting more aggressive with every swipe, his chest rumbled with a sub-vocal growl. He squeezed Sebastian tighter, thrusting his hips down and driving his bulge into Sebastian’s legs.
He was rock hard underneath the leather of his pants, and after his third thrust, he squeezed Sebastian hard enough to press the air right out of his lungs.
“Let him breathe,” Viggo said, coming to Sebastian’s rescue. He let go of his hold on Sebastian’s face, clapping Bjorn on the back and squeezing his shoulder. “Remember what we talked about, Bjorn.Gentle.”
Bjorn let out an irritated grumble, but his arms loosened and Sebastian was able to fill his lungs with a desperate, hard-won breath.
He had to fight to fill his lungs properly. Though Bjorn wasn’t actively squeezing him anymore, he was still resting most of his weight on Sebastian’s much smaller frame, and he washeavy.
Behind him, Viggo scooted closer, pressing his bulge into the back of his head. Sebastian could feel the line of his cock through the denim, throbbing against the tight confines of Viggo’s jeans, and when he turned his face into it, he breathed in the scent of freshly washed jeans, pungent sweat and drying come.
The scent made him want to lick and taste.
“See what a good boy he is?” Viggo said, grinding his bulge into Sebastian’s temple. Sebastian looked up at him, wanting to answer the praise, but Viggo’s attention was entirely on his mate. “See how nicely he submits?”
Bjorn rumbled his agreement, driving his trapped cock into Sebastian’s thigh with a slow grind of his hips.
“I knew this was a good idea.” Viggo’s voice, rough with pent-up arousal, sounded inordinately pleased. “I knew it the second I smelled his shirt. He was made to be ours, Bjorn. Our perfectly submissive human.”
“Is good,” Bjorn agreed. Placing a final kiss on Sebastian’s throat, he moved down so that his head was at the level of Sebastian’s chest. He grabbed the hem of Sebastian’s oversized t-shirt, pushing the shirt up to his armpits and exposing his chest and abs.
Feeling vulnerable, Sebastian shuddered as Bjorn dragged his bearded chin back and forth over his sensitive nipples before moving back up to his neck and licking down to his shoulder.
“Not too hard,” Viggo warned from above, making Bjorn freeze for a second before he continued kissing the junction where Sebastian’s neck met his shoulder.
