He made one last adjustment to pull Miles's upper body higher. "Watch," he breathed, leaning close again. "Watch that sweet little sub get railed for us. Just like you're going to rail him later."
Miles did an admirable job at not whimpering aloud, though his breath came faster, a shudder running through his form. On the sex chair, Cheekbones had eased the plug from his sub's decadently round ass as his sub produced a condom for him. Then, casting a hungry glance back at them, the smaller man grabbed his dom's shoulder for support. Rising up, he guided his master's cock to his hole, rocking down onto him with familiar ease.
"God, look how good he takes that cock," Darren breathed. His own cock pulsed achingly hard. "He's so hot for you, pet. He's going to be so precious on his knees begging you to fuck him."
"Sir!" Miles choked, tensing against his bonds. His cock, flushed deep purple, shone slick with the arousal that dripped from his head.
The dom was still watching them hungrily, eyes dark as his submissive rode his cock.Fantasizing about coming on my back, Darren thought with a surge of satisfaction. He couldn't help but grin at him, raising an eyebrow in invitation.
"I really need to fuck your throat right now," he growled next to Miles's ear. "Can you handle it?"
A trembling moan escaped his husband's throat. "God, please, Sir. Yes."
Darren knew he ought to stretch things out. He ought to tease his sub and show the party how much Miles could endure. But Miles had another talent he could put to good use, and Darren damn well wanted it, to.
Pulling up the front of his kilt, he tangled a hand in Miles's hair and guided his cock to his husband's eager lips.
Watching the dom's eyes darken with appreciation was almost as good as the wet heat of Miles's mouth. Darren thrust shallowly over his tongue, angling them both to make sure Miles could still watch. The cute little sub rode cock like he couldn't survive without it, and his master arched up to meet him eagerly, their breath audibly laboured.
Darren might have been irked by how much attention they were drawing if he wasn't enjoying the show himself so much.
"Is he still watching?" the sub gasped, and Darren pushed deeper into Miles's throat. He groaned as his sub swallowed around him eagerly, milking his cock. Miles was indeed watching, shuddering and swaying in his ropes as Darren lost himself in the exquisite heat of his worship. He was at the perfect height and angle to be throat fucked, and Darren couldn't hold back, gasping as Miles swallowed and milked him eagerly, gasping and whimpering each time he pulled back.
Darren had to force himself to watch Miles's hands instead of the other couple, needing to keep a clear enough head to stop if he needed. But he didn't. Darren knew his husband's pleasure; could feel the tension in his body build. Miles sucked and swallowed with increasingly lurid noises as Darren fucked down his throat.
He could faintly hear the pretty dom's encouragements as their lovemaking grew more passionate. He gasped about Miles fucking his sub, or wanting him to, the kind of dirty, lurid fantasies Darren would have gasped himself if he wasn't on stage. The pair might as well have been on stage themselves, giving themselves to passion and fantasy with eager, unbridled need.
He could feel how much Miles was into it in his husband's tension, in the way Miles shuddered, suckling at him desperately even as he gasped for breath around his cock. Panting, Darren curled over him. "Come with them," he breathed, his own pleasure surging. "I know you can do it."
Smiling as Miles groaned, Darren gave himself over to it, body singing with elation as he used Miles's mouth unrestrainedly. There was a shining, golden place in domination where he understood everything around him perfectly, so expertly awareof both his own passion and his sub's. Now, it extended to the other two, their passion bright and joyful, so pleased and engaged because of what he and Miles had given them.
Just wait,he thought, nerves singing with pleasure and all the possibilities that stretched out in front of them.Just wait and see what pleasure we'll give you.
Fingers tight on the back of Miles's head, he pushed deep, passion surging and cresting. He jetted down Miles's throat with a choked cry. Bright pleasure overwhelmed him as Miles swallowed around him with eager desperation, so hot and tight, milking his cock with his throat. A whole-body shudder overcame his husband as Miles came untouched, as if drinking his Master's seed was the final ingredient to his release.
Darren pulled away prudently to let his sub breathe, dropping to his knees beside him, breathless with bliss. Miles's abs and the ottoman were splattered with his seed, his husband panting, radiant with pleasure. "You're amazing," Darren breathed, watching Miles's eyes fall briefly closed in bliss as he smiled. "You're so incredible, love. They're going to adore you. What an incredible show."
Part of him wanted to engage the other couple immediately. It was tempting to cut Miles down so they'd both be free. But he had time, and Miles deserved to enjoy the come down. Methodically, he started to undo the suspension, letting Miles's legs down first to support him. "You looked so incredible, I wish I'd gotten a photo," he murmured, kissing his shoulder as he worked. "So strong, pet, with your beautiful body and your huge, hard cock on display. God, I'm so fucking proud of you."
"Dare," Miles gasped, urgently, and Darren claimed his mouth in a kiss.
"Shh. Don't worry. They're not going anywhere, trust me. Just relax, we have time. Just enjoy."
Miles nodded, relaxing in his care as Darren took him down. It was nice to have time to re-center, focusing on undoing his many knots and cleaning up. Focusing on Miles. Still, he was very aware of the couple's soft murmurs as they cleaned up in their own afterglow, pleased and happy.
Darren stole another glance at them, trying to validate his gut instinct. The little sub seemed so perfect for Miles. And his dom was tantalizingly beautiful, even masked. Darren would have been happy to play with just about anyone for Miles's sake, of course, but this man would definitely be no hardship at all.
Would he want to submit? Some doms shied away, but Darren didn't get that impression, especially after hearing how he'd talked about Darren's freckled back. There'd be plenty of ways to enjoy each other's company, no matter what he wanted. Still, Darren had yet to meet a dom that didn't enjoy being able to take off the cloak of responsibility and relax into the ease of submission at least every once in a while. This pretty dom clearly took very good care of his sweet sub. Rewarding that care would be a treat.
The couple showed no sign of wanting to leave, talking softly with each other in words he couldn't quite catch. Perhaps they'd approach him? Sure enough, as he and Miles were finishing with the last bits of rope, the blond came to them, once again buttoned up neat in his suit like he hadn't just ridden his master to completion. He sank to his knees beside the platform in a beautiful display pose, two crisp fifty-dollar bills in his fingers.
Beautifulandappreciative. Most definitely interested in them. Darren liked these men even more.
Letting himself take in the man's form and eager display of worshipful gratitude, Darren nuzzled his husband's ear. "Shall we entertain their interest, my love?"
Miles nodded, seemingly enthralled by the man at their feet.
Darren perched on the ottoman in front of him. "Can I help you, little sub?"
