Maybe it was fucked up to get off on the memory of being chained to Bishop’s stairs. Kit didn’t care. Being fucked up was nothing new. At least this kind of fucked up was fun.
Darius maneuvered Kit onto the couch, each movement a gentle, silent command. Kit ended up kneeling on the couch, bent over, his chest braced on the broad arm. His head hung over the edge as Darius settled on the cushions behind him.
Kit tested the cuffs as Darius worked his jeans and briefs down past his hips. He barely felt the room’s chill before Darius’s hot, broad hands massaged into his ass.
“Damn, you’re a tiny thing,” Darius mused. “Speak up if anything’s too much, okay?”
“That’ll be difficult when I’m fucking his throat,” James said. “Catch.” There was a crinkle of plastic—James throwing the lube and condom to Darius.
Darius set the supplies aside and spread Kit’s ass apart. His thumb traced over Kit’s sensitive hole. “That’s true. All right, if James doesn’t let you talk, your safe word is biting off his dick.”
“Darius! You monster!” James knelt in front of Kit and pushed his face up. “Kit loves my dick, don’t you, babe?”
Kit’s mind was already too hazy for sarcasm. “Yeah,” he breathed, arching to push his ass into Darius’s hands. “I really love your dick.”
James rewarded him with a messy kiss. “That’s my perfect little slut,” he murmured, standing back up—as Darius pressed a slick fingertip against Kit’s hole.
The praise and pressure combined to make Kit whimper. Then Darius’s finger slid home inside him, and his vision fogged out. He whimpered again.
“Kit,” Darius said, his voice stern. “Can you point with one finger for me?”
Weird, but Kit would do anything Darius asked right now. He unclenched his right fist enough to stick out his index finger.
“Perfect,” Darius said. “I’ll be watching your hands. If your mouth is full, just point, and we’ll check in.”
Right. That was smart. Very responsible. Kit almost wished Darius hadn’t said it. Kit just wanted to let go. Give himself over, so James and Darius could do whatever the fuck they wanted to him.
Except probably the only reason he trusted them was that, despite all the blood on their hands, Darius and James were both responsible in bed.
James wrapped a hand in Kit’s hair and yanked his head up, so Kit could see the expression on James’s face. Ravenous, completely fixed on him. “That’s it,” James said, unbuckling his belt with one hand. “Keep those pretty green eyes on me.”
Kit couldn’t even nod with James’s hand in his hair. His eyes snapped up, as ordered. Anticipation tightened within him. James and Darius had put him exactly where they wanted him. Kit didn’t have to do anything. So much easier than lying down and posing for photos.
Don’t think about that, Kit scolded himself.
Forgetting was easy when Darius shoved another finger inside him. Kit moaned at the stretch. Darius worked him open more steadily than James ever did. James alternated between slow teases and quick pounding. This efficient, thorough fingering was just as overwhelming.
“How does that feel?” Darius asked, his voice maddeningly steady. “Think you’re ready for a little more?”
“Yeah,” Kit breathed.
Then James pulled out his cock and smeared the wet tip against Kit’s lips.
Kit opened his mouth, panting and eager. But James didn’t shove in. He rubbed his hot, red cock against Kit’s cheek, smearing precum all over him.
“Fuck, you look hot like this.” James’s eyes were dark and intent. Holding Kit fast by the hair, he pushed Kit’s face against the base of his cock and balls. “I could get off just humping your pretty face.”
The scent of sweat and cum invaded Kit’s lungs. He felt drunk on it as Darius’s fingers left his hole, and something far larger lined up in their place.
“Relax, Kit,” Darius said, then pushed in with slow, perfect, maddening control.
Kit muffled his whimper against James’s cock. He was completely slicked up and stretched, but Darius’s sheer size was still overwhelming. Or maybe it was just how fucking slowly he moved. Even when James tried to tease Kit, he never did it quite like this. Slowly enough for Kit to adjust to every new inch, to adapt, before the next inch drove his nerves into disarray all over again.
When Kit managed to look up again, James was completely focused on Kit’s face, and that was overwhelming too.
Darius stroked Kit’s trembling back, his broad hand spanning him nearly completely. “How does that feel?”
“Feels like there’s a cock in my ass,” Kit gasped.
