"Rude!" Eli laughed. "Just relax, sugar. I promise, you're gonna love this."
He sure didn't waste any time. In the next instant, Logan's kilt was shoved up his thighs, his dick freed from the confines of the briefs he'd borrowed from Oz. Primly, Oz held the kilt's hem as Eli eagerly dove beneath. And then —
Fuck
Eli's mouth was on him, hot and wet and hungry. Logan moaned, squirming; pinned, his head falling back against Oz's shoulder.
"Feel good?"
"Uh-huh," Logan gasped, nodding, hands tangling in Eli's glittery hair.
"Good." Oz leaned in, catching Logan's lips with his own.
Eli hummed, the vibrations sending sparks skittering up Logan's spine.
He glanced down, enraptured by the sight that met him. With his briefs around his ankles and the hem of his kilt bobbing as Eli worked, Logan knew he must look ridiculous. But in that moment, Eli's mouth and Oz at Logan's back were the only thing that mattered. Logan couldn't even think, much less think of a reason he should care.
"I don't usually get to just enjoy the sight of you getting wrecked," Oz murmured.
And there was something in his voice that yanked Logan's attention sharply to Oz's face, only to leave him squirming at the awestruck expression Oz wore as he watched Logan getting blown.
"Should find a way to fix that," Oz mused, his fingers teasing along the straining lines of Logan's throat.
"Bring him over here," Eli said, releasing Logan's cockto lap and lick at Logan's crown."He and I can play, and you can sit back and watch all you like. Right, Logan?"
"Yeah?" Logan panted as Eli returned to his work, happy to delegate all decision-making abilities to Oz and Eli for the time being.
"Wanna watch me fuck him?" Oz asked in a voice as calm as it was evil, making Logan choke on the moan rising in his throat.
"Ooh, Oz. Would you?" Eli popped out from under the edge of the kilt again to peer up at them hopefully, his mouth shiny with spit. "I can be ready in, like, ten minutes. Maybe fifteen."
"What about Logan?" Oz pointed out.
"You interested in a spit roast, big boy?" Eli asked as casually as if he were inquiring about dinner plans.
"W-what?!" Logan answered in alarm, stiffening against Oz.
"Relax," Oz murmured with a quick nip to Logan's ear. "Eli meant himself. Not you."
Oh
Well. That was…that was certainly…
Logan didn't trust his voice, but he nodded a very enthusiastic yes, reaching down to wipe at the corner of Eli's mouth where it was especially shiny.
"Perfect." Eli grinned, mock-nipping at Logan's thumb with a playful growl.
"You go get ready. I'll take care of Logan." Oz slid around him as Eli stood, his hand coming to rest on Logan's cheek, the gesture gentle in the face of the concern in his eyes. "If things become too much for you, you tell me. Okay?"
Logan nodded as Eli's hand curled around his.
"Oz, you know where everything is. You both make yourselves comfortable," he said, leading Logan deeper into his apartment to his bedroom, Oz trailing behind. "I'll get ready, and then you two can have your wicked way with me."
Eli let go, slipping into a bathroom off the hallway and leaving Logan to wander.
Oz chuckled at the look on his face. "What do you think?" he asked.
"Of him, or…?"
