“Because you’re—” Cal laughed breathlessly, hysterical at the edges. “You’re a lot.”
Ethan smiled then. “Good.”
He kissed Cal again, slower this time, deeper, tongue sliding in to claim every sound Cal made. One hand slid down between them, palming Cal through his underwear, squeezing just enough to make Cal cry out.
“Oh—fuck—Ethan?—”
Ethan groaned at the sound, forehead dropping to Cal’s shoulder as he rocked into the touch, his own cock fully hard now. He ground forward deliberately, letting Cal feel it, letting the friction drag a desperate moan from both of them.
I leaned forward in my chair, stroking myself harder now, watching Cal melt under Ethan’s control, watching Ethan come alive in a way only permission could unlock.
Ethan grabbed Cal by the hips and spun him, shoving him forward so Cal bent over the bed, palms braced against the mattress. Cal gasped at the sudden movement, ass lifting instinctively, offering himself without even thinking about it.
“Oh my God,” Cal breathed. “Ethan?—”
Ethan’s hands spread over Cal’s ass, squeezing hard, kneading muscle like he couldn’t believe it was real. He pressed his face between Cal’s shoulder blades, breathing him in, then dragged his mouth down Cal’s spine, teeth scraping, tongue following.
Cal was shaking now, moans spilling freely. “Please—please—do something?—”
Ethan laughed, low and broken. “You don’t get to rush me.”
He snapped the waistband of Cal’s underwear lightly, just enough to sting. Cal yelped, hips jerking.
“Fuck—!”
I groaned, my grip tightening. “That’s it,” I said. “Make him beg.”
Ethan leaned down, mouth at Cal’s ear. “You hear that?” he whispered. “He wants to hear you beg.”
Cal’s voice broke immediately. “Please—please—touch me—please—I need?—”
Ethan slid one hand around Cal’s front, cupping him through the fabric, squeezing slow and firm. Cal sobbed at the contact, knees threatening to buckle.
“There you go,” Ethan murmured. “Just like that.”
I watched them, utterly absorbed. My own pleasure built steadily as I stroked myself, enjoying every moan, every plea, every shudder that Ethan pulled from Cal.
But I wanted more. I wanted to feel them—taste them—claim them both, not just as the man in command, but as flesh and heat and hunger made real. I stood, stripped off my own clothes in a smooth, practiced motion, the silk of my pants sliding from my thighs as I stepped free and stood over them, naked and already so hard it almost hurt.
Cal and Ethan both looked up at me. I let the moment stretch, letting them take in every inch of me: the scars, the hair, the marks they’d both left on me in other nights and other battles. I took a step closer and reached for Ethan first.
I grabbed the back of his neck, dragging him up to meet me, and crashed my mouth to his in a bruising, hungry kiss. Ethan groaned into it, hands fisting at my waist, his body surging up to press into mine, cocks bumping together, slick with sweat and precome. I bit his bottom lip, sucked it between my teeth, let my tongue claim every corner of his mouth. He melted into me, a low, broken moan escaping as I took and took.
I broke the kiss, breathless, and turned to Cal. I cupped his jaw, tilted his face up, and kissed him just as hard. He whimpered, hands flying to my hips, but I caught his wrists, pinning them behind his back.
“No touching yet,” I murmured against his lips, voice low and rough. “You haven’t earned that.”
“Please—Dom—” he breathed, eyes wide, wild, starving.
“Shh.” I pressed the head of my cock to his lips, smearing a drop of precome across his mouth. “Worship me. Take me in. Show me how much you missed this.”
He opened for me instantly, lips parting, tongue flicking out to taste me. I pushed in slow, savouring the heat and wetness, the way his mouth closed around me, the way he groaned deep inhis chest as he took me further, inch by inch, desperate to please, desperate to be filled.
“That’s it,” I growled, hand fisting in his hair. “Good boy. Take all of me—don’t hold back.”
Cal choked, then relaxed, letting his throat open, taking me as deep as he could, tears prickling at the corners of his eyes. I held him there, letting him struggle for a moment, then eased back, letting him breathe, then pushed in again, building a rhythm.
Ethan was behind me now, watching, panting, his hands sliding over my back, gripping my waist, his chest pressed to my spine. I reached back, threading my fingers through his hair, dragging his mouth to my ass, spreading my cheeks so he could see everything.
