Holden grinned, a wicked light in his eyes. “I really like the way you think, James.”
“That’s Mr. Zhou to you, intern,” James said haughtily, and fucked an extra moan from Kit.
Holden’s grin only widened. “Sure, Mr. Zhou,” he said, and curved his grip beneath Kit’s jaw.
Kit strained upward with the pressure, held in place by hips and throat. His lips parted, overwhelmed, but the next moannever broke from his throat. Holden leaned across the table and covered Kit’s mouth, devouring his every whimper in a kiss.
Another revelation. Another natural moment, like the next beat of Kit’s heart.
Like they’d never kissed before. Like they’d kissed every day of the past month.
It was wet. Sloppy. Teeth bit into Kit’s lip, his or Holden’s or both, as James rocked him forward. Arousal swelled inside Kit, and he almost forgot he was supposed to wait—
Until James shuddered to a halt, spilling inside him.
“God, you’re so fucking tight,” James breathed. He paused there, holding Kit up, preventing Kit from making more than tiny, useless thrusts of his hips.
Holden kissed Kit’s slack mouth. Sucked his lower lip between his teeth, then pulled away. Kit’s bangs almost obscured the sight of Holden wiping his mouth.
“I want to plug him,” Holden said roughly.
James was generous in his usual post-orgasm smugness. “Go right ahead.” As he withdrew, he pressed between Kit’s shoulder blades. “That is, if my boyfriend doesn’t mind.”
Kit bent with the pressure, chest flattening against the coffee table. The wood was cold against his sensitive nipples, even through his shirt. “That’s fine. Really fine.”
The position kept his ass in the air, his hole exposed, not a drop of cum leaking out. Ready to be plugged up.
James tugged his rim open, playing with his softened muscle, then sat on the table next to Kit. He toyed with the sweat beading on Kit’s bare skin, following it up and under Kit’s wrinkled clothes.
“I have a private bathroom attached to my office,” James said, regaining some composure in his voice. “You’ll be able to freshen up before we leave.”
God, Kit hadn’t even thought about that. He only wanted James and Holden to see him like this, wrecked and utterly vulnerable. So desperate for relief—but his only task now was to carry James’s cum inside him.
Holden knelt behind him. Silent at first. Tentative. Kit held his breath until fingertips brushed the curve of his cheek.
“You look so pretty all full of cum.” Holden traced Kit’s sensitive upper thigh, then his taint, drawing out a shiver. “We should spend a whole day like this sometime. Taking turns coming inside you, plugging you up between rounds, until you’re so full your belly swells up.”
Kit arched into Holden’s touch. “I don’t think that’s possible.”
“I think it is.” Holden popped the cap off the lube, and cool liquid poured over Kit’s hole. “We could test it and see who’s right. Relax, darling.”
Exhaling, Kit obeyed. Already softened by James’s cock, Kit’s body opened obediently for the tip of the plug. The lube and Holden’s steady hand did the rest of the work. Nerves stretched and sang around the widest part before the plug settled perfectly into place.
Holden tugged, and Kit’s ass clung to the narrower neck.
“Perfect,” Holden said. “Now, let’s go out for coffee.”
7
“I was stalking you. Do you mind?”
Mercifully, they didn’t make Kit order his own drink. Kit lurked by the counter, trying not to squirm or shift his weight or even breathe too forcefully. Every tiny movement shifted the plug against his prostate.
Kit’s fists tightened in his baggy pockets. His sweatshirt was zipped all the way to his neck, even though it was too warm. The tips of his ears were so hot, they must look sunburned.
Ladybug Brews wasn’t busy at this hour of the afternoon. Too early for students, too late for people with real jobs. Which meant that there weren’t many witnesses to Kit’s discomposure—but the cafe was quiet enough that any whimpers would be clear.
Kit didn’t want to be caught. He only liked being humiliated by specific bad-idea individuals.
