“You could sit on my lap,” Steve offered, scooting back and patting his muscular thigh. Dylan looked at him, and then at Ryker to see what he made of the offer.
“That’s an option,” Ryker said.
“What are my other options?”
Ryker lifted his foot and put it on Dylan’s thigh, resting it there as he made a great show of thinking about the question.
“You could give out foot rubs,” Ryker started listing things out, counting them on his fingers. “You could push the coffee table back and be our footstool, you could pretend to be a puppy and hump our legs and come in your pants, you could suck our cocks… the possibilities are endless, really.”
Dylan swallowed, his eyes darkening as he considered Ryker’s list.
“If I hump your leg, will you talk to me like I’m a puppy?” he asked. “And will you put on your boots?”
Ryker rubbed his chin, pretending to consider it. Dylan started to blush, and the longer Ryker went without answering the redder he became.
“You don’t have to put on-”
“I’m just making you sweat,” Ryker interrupted, grinning and leaning down to ruffle his hair. He pulled him forward between his legs, pushing his face into the space between his legs and looking over at Steve.
The younger alpha was breathing hard, watching Dylan with a hungry expression that reminded Ryker that Steve hadn’t actually had sex with Dylan yet.
He decided to be generous.
“Steve, do you have a nice pair of boots that Dylan could hump like a naughty little puppy?”
Dylan made a noise halfway between a moan and a groan of embarrassment, while Steve jumped up so fast that he almost fell over.
“I do,” he said, eager and sporting a monster of a bulge in the front of his jeans. “I have cowboy boots, tactical boots, snowboarding boots and riding boots. Which ones should I get?”
Ryker pushed Dylan’s face into the crook of his thigh, grinding him into the space next to his cock.
“Riding boots,” Ryker said, turning to August. “Right?”
“Always a good choice,” August agreed. He put his hand on his crotch, slowly squeezing down on his bulge. “Don’t you agree, Dylan?”
Dylan nodded, the movement dragging his nose up and down the side of Ryker’s bulge and making him grunt in pleasure.
“I’ll go put them on,” Steve said, running out of the room. He stopped at the door and turned around. “Should I take my jeans off?”
“Yes, please,” Dylan said, making himself loudly understood despite the words being muffled from being spoken into Ryker’s thigh.
Ryker laughed. “You heard him.”
Steve ran out of the room, and Ryker stroked Dylan’s hair as they waited for him to get changed.
Dylan’s breaths warmed his bulge, and Ryker stroked his hair and enjoyed the sensation of just having him between his legs.
One day he’d take Dylan to work and keep him under his desk, just like this.
“This is nice,” August said, looking down at Dylan with a fond smile.
Ryker leaned over and captured his lips in a kiss. August’s lips parted in welcome, and Ryker sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and gave it a gentle nibble. August’s breath hitched, and Ryker let go of his lip and licked into his mouth with a greedy swipe of his tongue.
“Anything you want to see happen tonight?” he asked, pulling away and rubbing his chin up the line of August’s jaw. “Other than watching Dylan play puppy, I mean?”
August chuckled. “No, I think we can let Steve have some fun tonight.” He stopped Ryker’s rubbing with a dip of the chin. “Are you okay?”
Ryker leaned back and lifted his brow, wondering where that question had come from.
