“Good.” Sawyer smiled up at him, then wrapped his arms around Draco.
“You really thought I was going to keep my dick in you for days?”
Sawyer arched a brow and Henry choked back a laugh. “Look me in the eye and tell me that wasn’t what you were planning.”
Draco looked away.
“Exactly. But now my project is done and Henry’s finished his magic book so we’re both free and clear for you to stick your dick back where you want it.”
“You’re delightful today,” Draco snarked.
“Of course I am. Are you really not going to fuck me? Do I need to call—”
Draco shut him up by plastering his lips to Sawyer’s. It worked. Henry propped himself up on the pillows and enjoyed the ravishing as it commenced. He’d just started to slip his hand into his pants when Draco pulled back and shot a frown his way.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
Henry scowled and dipped his fingers lower. “What, you gonna stop me?”
Sawyer cackled and pulled away from Draco. He jumped onto the bed and flipped onto his back. He had his pants shucked down to his knees and his cock in his hand before Henry had stopped bouncing.
“Yeah, big boy. What are you going to do?”
Draco’s grin turned feral and he climbed slowly up onto the bed. He knee walked toward them, a panther on the prowl, licking his lips. His eyes glowed, burned with a brightness that sent shivers down Henry’s spine.
He remembered that big body braced behind him, pushing inside. He whimpered, gaining Draco’s undivided attention. Draco licked his lips as he reached out his hands and grabbed Henry’s ankles. With one tug, Henry was half way down the bed, his thighs spread wide. Draco pulled his shorts off leaving him completely bare to Draco’s heavy stare.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Draco was staring at Henry, but his words were meant for Sawyer. “Don’t you want to touch him?”
Sawyer made a little needy sound and moved closer to Henry’s side. The moment he reached out his hand, Draco snagged it by the wrist.
“Do you think you deserve it? Weren’t you a bad boy?” Draco’s smile turned wicked and Sawyer groaned.
“I wasn’tthatbad,” Sawyer protested.
“Oh, I think you were. And I think as punishment, you don’t get to touch until I say you can.”
Sawyer pouted but Henry could see that he was considering his options carefully. “Okay,” he agreed.
Draco purred and leaned over Sawyer. He kissed him hard and deep, leaving Sawyer panting for breath when he pulled away.
“Now, as for you…” Draco’s attention was back on Henry.
He gulped.
Draco grinned. “I want to get you all stretched out and ready, and then, if Sawyer is a really good boy, I want to watch him fuck you.”
Henry’s cock leapt and bounced against his belly. “I’m good with that.”
“Baby wants his tight little hole filled, doesn’t he?”
Henry couldn’t say he was wrong. He bit his lip instead. Fuck, Draco was the hottest thing he’d ever seen when he got like this. Well, he was hot all the time, but when he dialed the sexy up to an eleven, Henry’s brain melted. “I really do.”
Draco ran his hands over Henry’s thighs, kneading his muscles and creeping closer and closer to his groin. His knuckles brushed against Henry’s balls and they pulled up against him. “So sensitive,” Draco purred. “Gonna shave you clean and see how sensitive you are then. What do you think Sawyer? Should we keep him bare?”
Sawyer practically drooled over the suggestion. Henry reached for his cock, desperate for some sort of relief, but Draco grabbed his hands and pushed them down onto the bed. “Don’t move them or we stop,” he ordered.
Henry whimpered, but didn’t argue. He really didn’t want Draco to stop. He raised his hands over his head and gripped the edge of the mattress. It was too bad Eduard hadn’t ordered a bed with posts or something else for him to hold onto. It would have come in handy.
