“I’m ready,” he said, licking his lips and looking self-conscious. His eyes widened as they took in August’s change of clothes. “Should I get on the bed, or should I-”
Steve crossed the room in three steps and grabbed Dylan by his waist, lifting him up into the air and carrying him over to the bed and throwing him onto the mattress.
The towel fell away the second Dylan was in the air, and as he bounced on the bed after Steve had thrown him, he threw his head back and laughed.
Steve climbed up on the bed, crawling on top of him and lowering himself down so that they were chest to chest.
Dylan stared into his eyes, his pupils dilated and his breaths coming in excited little pants.
“Do you want to be mine?” Steve asked, his voice low and rough.
Dylan licked his lips and nodded. “I do.”
“I’m going to bite you,” Steve warned, gaze drawn to the patch of skin where he’d decided his mark would be. “It’s going to hurt.”
“I know,” Dylan said, smiling. “But it will feel good, too.”
Steve nodded. He’d almost forgotten that Dylan had more experience than most with being claimed. Rather than making him feel jealous, the thought was comforting.
“I have a big knot,” Steve said, his voice dipping even lower. It was a warning and a promise, though the effect was somewhat ruined by August letting out a snicker in the background.
“Your dick is bigger than August’s,” Dylan said, the statement making Steve puff out his chest and his cock strain against the inside of his leather pants.
Behind him, August let out a whiny, “Hey, that’s not nice.”
Dylan grinned, and Steve felt such fondness that he wondered if he wasn’t head over heels in love already.
Dylan was perfect.
“How do you want to do this?” Steve asked, grinding his bulge down on Dylan’s legs. His balls felt like they were going to burst, heavy and trapped inside his tight leather pants.
He could feel Dylan’s hard-on poking him in the stomach, twitching and leaking pre-come all over his abs.
“What do you mean?”
“My cock,” Steve clarified. “How do you want it?”
“Inside of me,” Dylan said, making Steve grin and kiss his cheek.
“I can do that. Do you want to be on your back?” He kissed Dylan’s other cheek. “On your stomach.” He kissed his jaw. “Or do you want to ride me?”
Steve reached up and tweaked Dylan’s nipple, making him moan.
“And what about Ryker and August? Do you want them to watch, or would you like them to do more than that?”
Dylan tried to thrust his cock up against Steve’s abs, fucking the tight space between them and using the ridges of Steve’s abs to get off.
Steve dropped more of his weight down on Dylan, forcing him to be still.
“I want to be on my back, so that I can look up at you,” Dylan said, burying his face in Steve’s neck.
“And?” Steve prompted.
“I want to have my head in August’s lap, and I want Ryker to sit next to me so that he can play with my cock and balls while you fuck me.”
Steve grinned. That was way more specific than he’d expected, but he would be more than happy to go along with the request. He rose up and crawled off Dylan’s body, leaving the bed and brushing his hand through his hair as he turned to his two co-alphas.
“Does that sound good to you?” he asked.
