“Watch us?” Raiden asked.
Lawrence stepped between them and reached out with each hand, then trailed his fingers up their crotches. His palm was firm against Raiden’s throbbing cock, and Raiden’s hips jerked reflexively.
“Together,” Lawrence whispered again.
CASH
Cash had to give Lawrence credit—timing was everything, and his was impeccable. Any other moment, he or Raiden probably would have hesitated at the proposal. But then Lawrence had gone and caught them both off guard, and so Cash found himself upstairs in his bedroom, stripped in front of both men all over again.
“Cute briefs,” Raiden teased, then flicked the waistband, snapping it against Cash’s skin. “They even match your shoulder brace.”
He tossed himself onto the bed, then trailed his finger up along his crotch, teasing the tight black fabric. “Thanks. They’re Armani.”
Cash hadn’t done much with the second floor of the studio. He preferred the big open space to stay uncluttered. It helped him sleep, he thought. The old iron bedframe was pushed up against the streaked floor-to-ceiling windows, and light dappled the gray sheets. Raiden hovered at the foot of the bed, and a few feet away from them, Lawrence was leaned back in an old teal armchair, upholstered in tufted velvet. His legs were slightly spread, and from the way his pink running shorts bunched up, Cash could see the soft blonde hair on his thighs.
Beyond them, there were only a few shapes in the shadows, some piles of broken tools and stray boxes of old research Cash wasn’t ready to get rid of yet. Even bare, though, the room was still the most private part of his home, a place he never brought strangers.
Goes to figure Raiden would be the first one to have him in the bed.
Not that Cash was actually complaining. His body ached from the beatings he’d received, but pleasure thrummed beneath the pain, louder and louder. He kept stroking his cock until it hardened as Raiden stared down at him, hunger in his eyes.
“Are you just going to look at me, or are we going to put on a show?”
Raiden grinned. He tugged his T-shirt over his head, then kicked off his baggy basketball shorts. He had on a pair of plain grey briefs, the kind that probably came in a five-pack, and his cock was thick in the pouch.
Raiden dropped down onto the bed, then grabbed Cash by the shoulders and pulled him up. Cash gasped as their chests met and then their hips. Raiden’s grip was firm on his muscles but careful, too, and he managed to avoid jerking Cash the wrong way or pushing against his bruises.
Lawrence whimpered. Cash peered over Raiden’s shoulder and saw him rubbing the heel of his palm against his crotch. “You like what you’re seeing, sweetheart?”
His lips parting with a gasp, Lawrence nodded quickly. “So hot.”
Cash turned to Raiden’s neck and began to tease him with kisses, hot breath, and the occasional nip. Raiden rubbed the back of Cash’s head, practically palming his skull, and thrust their hips together. The friction was achingly hot, and Cash was desperate to feel more of it, but he wasn’t going to let Raiden off that easy
He placed his lips on Raiden’s ear, then whispered with a hiss, “You know, I don’t only bottom…” He blew softly, then flicked Raiden’s nipple, hard.
Jerking his hips forward, Raiden pull them both down to the bed. Cash landed softly on his back, Raiden straddling him from above. “Too bad for you,” he growled back. “I only top.”
“I wouldn’t call it bad, exactly,” Cash said and wrapped his legs up around Raiden’s.
They took each other in a kiss, their lips smashing together as Raiden’s tongue entered Cash’s mouth, tasting at his teeth. Raiden’s bulk pressed down against Cash, and he wiggled appreciatively up against the bigger man, then slid his hands down the back of his briefs, feeling the hairy, muscled globes of his ass. A second later, they were both naked, their cocks rubbing together between their weight.
“Ohhhh,” Lawrence moaned. Cash and Raiden both turned to look at him. Lawrence had pushed his running shorts down to his knees. His fist was wrapped around the base of his cock, and his other hand shoved back between his legs, reaching for his hole. “Touch each other’s cocks, please,” he whimpered.
Raiden pushed gently against Cash’s chest, sending him tumbling to his back again. He spit in his hand, then took Cash’s hard cock, gripping it as he showed it to Lawrence. Cash gasped and reached out with both hands to wrap his fingers around Raiden, too.
Raiden’s cock was thick and meaty, and the purple crown flared out. Cash traced his thumb along the pulsing vein and rubbed his fingers across the slit, already slick with precum. Trembles of pleasure shot up his body and ricocheted through his muscles as Raiden expertly swirled his hand.
“Oh god,” Cash gasped. “That feels so good.”
Raiden crawled forward, then slapped their cocks together. “You’ve got a pretty cock, Cash. I could play with you all day.”
Cash moaned. He and Raiden kept gripping at each other, their cocks grinding. He felt their heartbeats aligning as they pulsed at the same time, and Cash found himself riding Raiden’s rhythms, hungry to take all of him.
His cock twitched, and he felt the warm precum, leaking out to lubricate their hands. Realizing he wasn’t going to last much longer, he turned to Lawrence, who was jerking himself to the rhythm of their movement.
“You want to watch Raiden fuck me?”
Raiden growled, then thrust his hips forward harder.
