My mouth fell softly open. With just a glance, Demir had shifted the mood. His attention was focused on me in a way that made sparks go off on my skin and twisted my stomach into a knot.
I measured my breath, uncertain what to say as longing swirled through me.
Marco batted his eyelashes and offered me that reassuring smile. “Only if you’d like, of course. But if you’re looking for some quick fun...”
Every part of me came alive with desire.Fuck,I thought.What do I do now?Demir and Marco were propositioning me right there, as Demir’s gaze smoldered like black fire and Marco pursed his lips into a flirty smile. I wanted to just give in, to finally let myself experience this thing I’d been craving, both unreal and familiar at the same time.
But who did they think I was?
I had almost put on my silicone cock that evening, even though I rarely wore my packer anymore. Five years of testosterone injections had made my cock grow heavy and full enough that I didn’t feel dysphoric liked I used to. But now I thought that if I had worn it, maybe I could have tried to partially undress without them noticing.
Maybe I could have passed and seemed the same as every other guy in that club.
To feel their touch, and for this moment not to end…
Marco took a step forward, then lightly rested his hand on my arm. “Just so you know,” he said softly, “we don’t bring every guy who comes to the club back here.”
Demir rubbed the back of his neck, chuckling. “It does probably look that way, huh?”
“It’s not that,” I said. My voice came out hoarse and quieter than I intended. “And I do want to…”
Marco bit down on his bottom lip and took another small step closer. I nodded, because how could I not nod? And when he crossed the distance between us, my cock throbbed to attention, swelling with pleasure.
“Do you like us?” Marco asked sweetly.
“Yes,” I answered, my heart pounding.
He pressed his hand against my chest, and I knew he must have felt the hammer of my desire. Demir stepped behind him and trailed his fingers down his boyfriend’s arm.
My lips were two inches from Marco’s, then one.
“There’s something about me…” I started to say it, but my voice strained. I just couldn’t get the words out. I couldn’t break the spell these two men had cast and risk ending the whole thing.
Marco drew his hand down, across my abs, then lower. I gasped, and he pushed his fingers just barely inside the waistband of my pants, teasing my happy trail.
“Do you want this, Grayson?” Demir asked, still stroking his boyfriend’s arm. “You can have whatever you want.”
“Yes,” I said, the word choking its way out despite all my insecurities trying to shove it down. “I want it.”
Marco pushed his hand down, trailing his fingers through my pubic hair and finding my cock. His lips parted slightly open, and my heart stilled.
A million nightmare scenarios flashed through my mind. Countless ways this could go wrong, that I could have just made a horrible mistake.
But still, my pulse throbbed, and the heat thick in the air connected me to them.
Still, we were together.
Marco let out a low noise, something between a purr and a growl, and pushed his fingers further. He rubbed the length of my cock, then brushed his thumb across my sensitive head, stiff beneath my foreskin.
Pleasure exploded through my body, and I groaned my response. “Fuck!”
I caught his eye, which flashed bright with the glitter, and Marco gave me another flirty wink. A wink that somehow said everything—that he desired me, that this was real.
Holy shit,I thought to myself.Are these the perfect men?
He kept jerking at my cock, trapping it between his fingers as he rubbed me up and down. My legs trembled, and when Marco turned, pressing his lips against Demir’s, a spasm of pleasure nearly sent me tumbling to the ground.
“Fuck!” I groaned again, totally overtaken by the sensation. Marco didn’t let down, and soon enough, I was curling my fingers against my palm and riding the waves that refused to stop crashing against the shore.
