James patted Kit’s ass. “The rooms are all furnished. We can switch things out with our own stuff once we divide the bedrooms. Here.”
Footsteps. Hinges. Fig and sandalwood air freshener. Every sense heightened in the darkness. The world spun again, and Kit landed heavy on plush bedding. The bed was cold, but the man leaning over him was blazing hot. Movement pulled the blindfold, enough for light to bloom beneath the edge before Kit tugged it back into place.
“Good boy,” James murmured, sliding Kit’s underwear away. “Darius, you got the lube?”
A zipper. Someone’s fly or—probably a bag. Something landed on the bed. James’s fingers returned wet to Kit’s stomach. Slickness teased Kit’s bellybutton.
Fuck, that shouldn’t feel that good. Kit had been learning a lot about his own sexuality, but ‘could possibly come from navel fingering’ was new.
James shoved one of Kit’s thighs up, firm hand beneath his knee, spreading him open. Kit bucked into nothing, then again at the first touch on his needy hole.
“He looks so fucking good,” Darius said, and those words pried Kit open as much as James’s fingers.
Incredible, how this one point of contact unraveled all Kit’s nerves. He wasn’t worried about moving in together. How this would change their relationship. In bed, skin to skin, the setting didn’t matter.
Three fingers dove in easily.
“You first?” James asked, cruelly avoiding Kit’s prostate.
So, they were planning on taking turns. Kit liked the sound of that.
“Not turning down this tight little ass.” Darius’s voice drew closer, and the mattress tilted. “Any requests before I fuck your brains out, brat?”
Considerate. Kit took a gasping moment to think. He wanted to be restrained. To give up all responsibility. “Um. Can you gag me? Or handcuff me? Or both?”
“So greedy,” James murmured.
“No gags today,” Darius said, which was disappointing, until he added, “I want you to be able to say no to this.”
“Fucking Christ,” Kit breathed. “Why is that so hot?”
James withdrew his hand from Kit’s ass, making up for the loss with a firm pat. Almost a slap. “Because you’re a kinky little fuck. Are the cuffs in the bag, D?”
The mattress shifted more as James slid away, and Darius moved closer. “Yeah. Grab the clamps too.” A sharp tweak to Kit’s nipple. “If that’s all right, boy?”
The pinch made Kit’s toes curl. “Fuck. Yes.”
Kit was lifted until broad thighs replaced the bedding beneath him. He slid into Darius’s lap, savoring the familiar musk. But his wandering hands couldn’t wander very far before Darius caught his wrists.
One or both secured the cuffs. Cold metal was as grounding as ever. Kit sank into the sensation, beautifully muddled.
Until someone pinched his right nipple—the only warning before the sharper bite.
“Fuck,” Kit hissed, instinctively flinching back, even as his cock jumped with excitement. Rubber-tipped metal dug into his tender flesh, sharper with every squirm.
“Hold still,” James said.
Kit’s nerves crawled with blind anticipation. Three agonizing breaths before the second clamp bit down.
“Should have done that with your cock in him.” James toyed with the clamps. “I bet he clenched down hard.”
“He’ll squirm enough for me,” Darius said, lying down. Rough hands lifted Kit. “You ready?”
“Yes,” Kit breathed. “Yes, yes—ah!”
Sinking onto Darius’s cock was always a revelation. The massive head split him open so fucking good.
Then Kit rocked forward and sank down again.
