“You’re probably right.” August removed his finger from Dylan’s ass, wiping it clean on his thigh before turning to Ryker with a grin. “You want to get this show on the road?”
Ryker clapped him on his back and nodded. “I’m ready.” He turned to Dylan. “Are you?”
Dylan looked between them, expression unsure but intrigued, and nodded.
August grinned, and before Dylan had finished nodding, he spun him around and grabbed him by the hair, pulling his head back and tucking it under his arm.
“I’ll hold him steady while you have fun on that end,” August said, shifting his grip and pushing Dylan’s face deeper into his pit. He clamped his arm down, trapping Dylan’s head against his body, flexing his bicep and making Dylan grunt.
Ryker stepped back, and for a minute he just enjoyed the sight of August forcing Dylan to breathe in the pungent scent of his sweaty pit. August was like a beast, his muscular body glistening with a fine sheen of sweat, and Dylan looked about as helpless next to him as it was possible for a human to be.
They were both perfect.
Since Dylan was too high up for Ryker to reach his ass with his cock, Ryker decided that he might as well resume eating him out. To make it a little more interesting, however, he decided to add some toys to the proceedings.
He wanted to see how close they were to doubling up on Dylan’s ass, and this was as good a time as any to gauge their progress on that goal.
As he collected the toys he thought Dylan would be able to handle, Ryker was struck again by the realization that Dylan was his mate.
They’d claimed him. It felt unreal, especially since they hadn’t talked about it or planned it before August essentially lost control and let his wolf make the decision for him.
Once August had made his claim, it was impossible for Ryker to not do the same.
Gathering up a nice little dildo, two butt-plugs, and a string of rubber beads that ranged in size from a large marble to a tennis ball, Ryker couldn’t bring himself to regret what had happened.
It felt too good to have his place in Dylan’s life made official.
Turning back to his mates, Ryker dropped the toys down onto Dylan’s stomach and rubbed his flank.
“I’m going to play with your hole,” he said, tracing the edge of Dylan’s hole with his thumb. “And I don’t want you to come without permission. Understand?”
Ryker pushed his thumb past Dylan’s rim, holding it there without moving until Dylan made a noise of agreement from under August’s beefy arm.
“That’s what I like to hear.” Ryker leaned down and kissed Dylan’s hole, tugging his thumb down to open him up so that he could fuck him with his tongue. “You’re a good boy.”
Ryker grabbed the dildo, grabbing a bottle of lube from the floor next to him and slicking it up before pushing it into Dylan’s hole.
“Want to take off his muzzle, let him lick your pit?” Ryker asked, fucking the dildo in and out a few times before tossing it away and reaching for the beads.
He wanted to see how many Dylan could fit.
“No, I like him in the muzzle,” August said, reaching down and tugging on Dylan’s nipple. He twisted it, making Dylan release a muffled cry into the space under his arm. “I want him to keep it on.”
Ryker huffed out a laugh, pushing the next smallest bead into Dylan’s hole with just a sliver of resistance.
“Suit yourself.”
He worked another bead into Dylan’s ass, this one slightly larger than a golf ball, his cock jolting and releasing a spurt of pre-come when Dylan’s hole stretched around the rubber and swallowed it up.
Dylan’s anal ring twitched, winking at him as it worked to keep the rubber bead inside.
Ryker leaned down, kissing Dylan’s rim and probing at the rubber string sticking out of his ass. He pushed another bead inside, taking himself in hand and jerking off as he forced Dylan’s hole to take it.
This wasn’t the traditional celebration of claiming a mate, Ryker thought as he lifted his mouth and gave Dylan’s balls a messy kiss, sucking them into his mouth and rolling them over his tongue, but he couldn’t think of a way that would have suited them better.
It was a shame that Steve couldn’t be there to share it with them.
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