He devoured Joshua’s mouth, thrusting his tongue inside, getting back that familiar, intoxicating taste of the man he’d never managed to forget. This time, Joshua kissed back with intent, easily reversing the kiss so he could lick into Van’s mouth. That was so fucking perfect that Van shivered. Fingers plucked at his shirt, and they stopped kissing only long enough to divest Van of the distracting fabric.
He gave Joshua a gentle shove that sprawled him across the bed, then climbed on. Settled on top of Joshua, using his knees to push Joshua’s legs apart and give him room. Joshua thrust up, sending small sparklers down Van’s spine as their dicks rubbed together. Joshua was definitely packing something nice, and Van couldn’t wait to get that in his mouth.
First, he made a snack of Joshua’s neck, kissing and laving the stubbled skin, listening to gasps and sighs, following Joshua’s cues to find out what he liked. Joshua didn’t seem like the passive type in bed. He proved Van right by going straight for Van’s fly, getting his belt undone, his pants loose, and then reaching in to grab Van’s shaft.
The first squeeze made Van gasp, so he got revenge by pinching Joshua’s nipples. That only made Joshua tug on him harder. Van shoved his jeans lower on his hips, giving Joshua space to jack him properly.
“Please tell me you’re fucking me with this,” Joshua said on an upstroke. He stopped to press his thumb into the slit, and Van swallowed a shout.
“In as many positions as possible.” Curious, he hitched one of Joshua’s legs up around his hip, then worked a hand into the back of Joshua’s jeans, barely able to reach Joshua’s hole with his middle finger. Joshua whined once, then began sucking on Van’s collarbone. Van pressed, curious.
Jesus, he’s tight.
“How long?” Van asked, pushing harder, finally working the tip of his finger inside.
Joshua gasped. “Bottoming? Two years.”
“Fuck.” Benji’s exclamation reminded Van that they weren’t alone.
He glanced to the door, where Benji was leaning with slightly bent knees, one hand stroking his very tented cargo pants. Apparently the live porn was turning him on like crazy, because his cheeks were red, his wide-eyed gaze firmly fixed on them.
“He’s super tight,” Van said with a growl. “I’ve barely got the tip of my finger inside him.”
“Wanna see,” Benji said.
Christ, this guy is going to kill me.
He and Joshua each used a hand to get his fly open, and his pants shoved down to his knees, freeing a weeping, uncut cock that slapped against Joshua’s belly. Hard and needing attention. Lowering the pants gave Van more room to play, so he rolled them, putting Joshua on top, then pushed in a bit more, watching Benji shift a few steps closer. Watching Van finger his boyfriend dry.
“Oh Christ, feels good,” Joshua said. He lowered his hips so his and Van’s cocks rubbed together.
“Both of you, take your pants off,” Benji said, a strange new firmness in his voice that made Van’s heart turn over.
And it made him obey. He tugged his finger out so he and Joshua could shimmy out of the rest of their clothes, and then fell back into their previous positions. With Benji no longer a spectator and taking an active interest in their activities, Van grew bolder. He palmed both of Joshua’s cheeks and spread him wide.
“Fuck, that’s hot,” Benji said. He popped his fly and shoved a hand inside of his own pants.
Watching Benji stroke himself while Van played with Joshua’s ass was his new favorite memory. Van squeezed and kneaded the firm flesh, alternately exposing and then hiding Joshua’s hole. “You want to watch me finger him loose?” Van asked.
Benji nodded, his Adam’s apple bobbing. Without being asked, he grabbed the lube, but he didn’t hand it to Van. Instead, he squeezed the clear fluid onto Van’s outstretched fingers. The active participation left Van incredibly turned on, as much as it unsettled him. But he didn’t stop. Hecouldn’tstop.
He rubbed one slick finger against Joshua’s entrance, teasing and massaging a bit before he pushed. Joshua gasped loudly, then shifted from licking Van’s neck to sucking on his nipple, and Van cried out, because yeah. Erogenous zone. He thrust his finger deeper, working it to the second knuckle, before wiggling it a bit to hear the sounds Joshua made. Benji couldn’t seem to look away from Joshua’s ass.
Van couldn’t imagine the mind-fuck that an open relationship must have been. Wondering whom his boyfriend was fucking on the side, what they did together in bed. Knowing intellectually that there were other people, but having no clear visual of what it looked like.
He’ll have all kinds of visuals after today.
Joshua cried out as Van breached him with two fingers, his ass incredibly tight, almost unbearably so. Getting Van’s dickinside without hurting him was going be an exercise in restraint for sure, so Van worked those fingers in and out, scissoring a bit to stretch him. Needing him properly prepped.
“Can you take three, baby?” Benji asked.
Joshua stopped trying to make Van insane with his nipples and looked up. Tried to twist his head and find Benji, then settled on telling the side of the bed, “Think so.”
More lube found its way onto Van’s hand, so he gently worked three fingers inside of Joshua’s ass. Joshua rutted against him, which helped drive Van’s fingers deeper on each thrust. It also kept Van right on the razor’s edge, so close to coming but not ready for this to end. Christ, he could finger Joshua for hours simply to hear him pant and whine and moan, but he had another objective.
Fuck him blind.
Van growled. “Gonna fuck you now,” he said.
