I smirk, nodding toward my end table. “Condoms and lube are in there.”
Landon tenses under me, pulling my attention. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Just nervous.”
“It’ll be okay, I promise.”
He nods, his body relaxing again.
The bed dips as Ben joins us. I crawl off Landon’s lap. “Let’s get him ready.”
Ben hands me a strip of condoms and a bottle of lube, and I crawl over him as he scoots to the center of the bed.
He’s done this a time or two, because without missing a beat, he pulls his legs back, exposing his hole to us. Landon makes a half-moan low in his throat that has heat rushing up my spine.
“Here.” I open the lube, squeezing some out onto my fingers before handing it over to him.
He does the same, then closes the cap and drops the lube on the mattress.
“Ready?” I ask softly, searching Ben’s eyes.
“So ready, Cotton Candy.”
I roll my eyes with a huff. I hate that I love their stupid nicknames so much.
Landon watches as I press the pad of my finger to Ben’s hole. Ben hisses. “Cold.”
“Sorry.”
I rub my finger back and forth, mesmerized by the way his hole contracts at my touch. Landon’s lube-free hand lands on Ben’s stomach, then slips lower. I watch as he glances at Ben. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes, always.”
With a deep breath, Landon wraps his hand around Ben’s cock. He tests the weight in his palm for a second before giving him a long, slow stroke. Ben’s bitten-off moan is music to my ears, and I work on slowly pushing my first finger into him. It goes in smoothly, and I feel like it’s possible he did a bit more than just clean-up in the bathroom.
When I’m working two fingers in and out of him, his moans begin to pitch up, his hips twitching restlessly as Landon continues to pump his cock. “Lan?” I say, crooking my fingers and searching for Ben’s prostate.
“Yeah?” Landon asks, pausing his stroking.
Ben gasps, his hips jerking off the bed.
“You’re big,” I say, glancing at his swollen cock. “Come here. He’ll need more than just my fingers.”
He lets go of Ben’s cock, and we both grin when Ben whines. I push down against Ben’s rim, two fingers buried deep. “Add one of yours.”
Landon brings his lube-covered finger to Ben’s hole. Ben’s moaning before he even touches him, which just makes me smile more.
When Landon presses it in alongside mine, I can tell the stretch burns Ben. Landon goes slow, and by the time he’s got it all the way in, Ben’s panting. “Oh, fuck.”
“Too much?” I ask, eyes shooting to his face.
He shakes his head. “No. Too hot. You’re both. Fuck, you’re both—just keep going. Oh, fuck.”
Landon pulls his finger out, then carefully works it back in. My cock throbs hard when Ben arches, voice cracking on a rough moan.
“Feels good?” Landon asks softly, wonder and pride in his voice.
He’s leaking, big drops of pre-cum spilling over his cock and down his shaft. His foreskin is stretched back, his glans red and pulsing. Fuck. Using my free hand, I rub my palm over my straining dick, moaning at the pressure.
