“Bjorn and I love this place.”
“I can see why.” Sebastian looked out at the river, the buildings on the other bank lit up against the night sky. “It’s really nice.”
They talked for a while about Viggo’s business and Bjorn’s job as a forest ranger, both of which sounded like they were worlds away from what Sebastian did as a teacher. Viggo’s grin as he talked about crushing the company that had tried to cheat him and trash his reputation was terrifying, his bloodlust palpable, and Sebastian would never admit to anyone that he found it incredibly hot.
Bjorn seemed to have a much calmer job, consisting almost entirely of forest fire prevention.
Sebastian had never considered all the ways careless campers, hunters and casual hikers could be a danger to their environment, and after hearing Bjorn rant about them for five minutes straight, he’d probably never look at a single-use grill the same way ever again.
“So what do you want to do next?” Viggo asked when they were done eating and they’d all declined the waiter’s offer for dessert. He reached over and fondled the lobe of Sebastian’s ear between his thumb and index finger. “We could go back to our place. Have some fun.”
Sebastian’s brain refused to work, drool pooling in his mouth as Viggo leaned closer.
“What kind of fun?” His voice trembled, and his breath hitched when he felt Bjorn reach out under the table with his leg, stroking the side of his boot over his ankle.
“Nothing too strenuous.” Viggo moved his hand back to cup Sebastian’s neck, sliding further around and wrapping his fingers over his throat. He stroked gently over Sebastian’s Adam’s apple, pulling him in close. “I’d really like to feel your mouth on my cock again.”
Sebastian whimpered.
“Bjorn, any suggestions?”
Sebastian opened his eyes – wondering when he’d closed them – and looked at Bjorn. The alpha was staring at him like he wanted to devour him, the blue in his eyes almost entirely displaced by the black of his pupils. He swallowed and licked his lips, nostrils flaring as he breathed through his nose.
“I want to eat his hole.”
Sebastian whimpered, his hole clenching at just the suggestion of Bjorn’s handsome face diving between his cheeks.
“Are you up for that?” Viggo asked, fingers still clasped around Sebastian’s throat like a collar. “Nursing on my cock while Bjorn fucks you with his tongue?”
It took everything he had for Sebastian to look down at his watch and think. It was almost nine pm, and factoring in driving time, going home with Viggo and Bjorn meant that he wouldn’t be home until well after midnight.
“I promised my mom I’d be back by eleven.”
Viggo’s fingers twitched against his Adam’s apple, betraying his displeasure. He let go of Sebastian’s throat and slid away from him, putting a few inches of distance between them.
“In that case, I suggest we get coffee and talk some more. We can have fun next time.”
Bjorn’s boot pulled away from Sebastian’s ankle, and with neither man touching him, Sebastian suddenly felt very alone.
He wished he hadn’t promised his mother he would be back early.
“I’m sorry,” Sebastian said, feeling horrible. Viggo frowned at him.
“You don’t have anything to be sorry about.” The words were utterly sincere. “This is our first date, and while we’d love to take you home and make you come so many times that you beg us to stop, we’re not going to be angry if you want to take things slow. Right, Bjorn?”
“Right.” Bjorn nodded approvingly. “You don’t owe us anything.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to.” Sebastian wished Viggo would move in close again and that Bjorn would put his foot back against his ankle. “My mom made me promise. This has been so hard on her and I want to show her that I’m not rushing into anything.”
“You’re a good boy,” Viggo said, the dark rumble of his words reverberating in Sebastian’s spine and making his cock throb. “Isn’t he, Bjorn?”
This time, Bjorn didn’t add his agreement. He licked his lips, want written into every line of his body, and swallowed.
“I guess I’ll have to wait until next time to find out.”
Sebastian’s balls throbbed. He was so horny he could barely think, Viggo and Bjorn right there with their wide shoulders and dimpled chins, and the only thing Sebastian wanted to do was sink to his knees and let them crush him.
He wanted to be consumed.
