The shadows holding Hakeem in place dissipate, his hole clenching at the loss of the tendril in his ass. Jackson leans down, Hakeem still inside him, and kisses his mage sweetly, brushing sweaty curls from his forehead. “You did so well, bun. Would you like your reward?”
Hakeem nods, eyes glossy and dazed, limbs limp as Jackson carefully rolls him onto his stomach. He lets Jackson position him with his ass in the air. Moans of pleasure are muffled by the bed sheets when Jackson licks a line across Hakeem’s hole. “Jackson, please.”
Jackson shushes him, grabbing his thick cheeks, spreading him open as he kisses Hakeem’s globes. “Let me take care of you, bun.” Hakeem gasps when Jackson buries his face into Hakeem’s heat.
“Gods, yes! More, please!”
Jackson obliges, licking and biting around the tender flesh, relishing in the way Hakeem comes undone with his touch. “I love the little sounds you make. I love the way you feel and taste. I love you, Hakeem.”
“I love you too. Please, just give me more.”
Jackson chuckles, rising to line his cock with Hakeem’s hole, coating it with more lube. “Can I take you like this, my love?”
“Yes, yes. I want to feel you come inside me.”
Jackson grips Hakeem hips, groaning when his head pushes past the first ring of muscle. “Look how well you take me. You were made to take my cock.” Jackson takes his phone from a tendril of shadow, smirking at the time. “Although,” he remarks as he slides into Hakeem, “there is someone else whose cock looks so pretty when it fucks our holes.” Jackson pulls up Eddie’s number, leaning over Hakeem to show him. “Should we give our Eddie a show, remind him what is waiting for himwhenhe comes back tous?”
Hakeem can only mumble, nodding his head jerkily as Jackson begins his slow thrusts in and out of him. Jackson laughs brightly when the panting mage reaches out and presses the facetime call button himself.
A low growl comes from the phone, held in place by a shadowy tendril so Jackson can balance himself on his wrists as he rolls his hips, smiling for the camera. “Good evening, darling.” Jackson snickers at Eddie’s flared nostrils, overshadowed only briefly by the bags under the wolf’s eyes.
“Eddie,” whimpers Hakeem.
“Doesn’t he look beautiful, freshly debauched?” Jackson kisses behind Hakeem’s ear, pulling out till just the tip remains before slamming back in, tearing a moan from the mage.
“You look so perfect, sweety,” groans Eddie through gritted teeth.
“Show us how seeing your mates freshly fucked makes you feel, my love.” Eddie angles the phone camera down, his free hand undoing his pants, pulling out his already hard and leaking cock. “Gods, you’re going to feel so good when you finish your training.” Jackson licks his lips, “Don’t you miss the stretch of Eddie’s cock as it fills you, Hakeem?”
Hakeem yelps when Jackson snaps his hips, driving in impossibly deeper. “Yes! I miss you so much, Eddie. We miss you.” Tears begin to fill Hakeem’s eyes, glasses askew. “I want to taste you, to feel you again. Promise us, please.”
Eddie grunts, his harsh breaths filling the room through the screen as he grasps his thick cock, stroking in time with Jackson’s thrust with only his precum as lubricant. “I’m going to breed you both when I get home. I will fill you both up then remind you every way I can how much I love you. My beautiful mates.”
Tears stream down Hakeem’s cheeks. Jackson turns his head to kiss him tenderly, pulling them both back when he sits on his heels, driving into him harder. The shadow holding the phone follows, pulling the camera back so that Jackson fucking Hakeem is in full view for Eddie to see. Jackson wraps an arm around Hakeem’s chest, a hand closing around his revived dick. Jackson strokes Hakeem in time with his thrusts, eyes following Eddie’shand as he works himself to the image of their love making.
“Can you come for our mate, bun?” Hakeem nods, babbling nonsensically as Jackson pegs his prostate again and again. “Are you close, Eddie?”
Eddie grits his teeth. “Yes. Just keep going. Please.”
It doesn’t take much longer for Hakeem to clench around Jackson’s cock, spilling over Jackson’s fist. Jackson pumps Hakeem’s cock, thrusting into him, milking his orgasm before he shoots his load into the tight heat of Hakeem’s body.
Eddie bites his lower lip, biting back his cry as he comes onto the hard muscles of his stomach. Jackson lifts his fingers to Hakeem’s mouth, just as Eddie lifts his soiled fingers to his own mouth. Both men lick the fingers clean, eyes locked on each other through the phone screen.
Jackson and Hakeem collapse onto the bed, Jackson holding the phone in his hands, breathing heavily as Eddie’s flushed face comes back into focus. “We love you, Eddie.” Jackson swallows, curling his body over a sleepy Hakeem. “I know how hard it can be to wrestle with powers beyond your control. You will come back to us. We will wait for you, however long it takes. That is not up for discussion. Do I make myself clear?”
Eddie’s breathing steadies out. He closes his eyes, inhaling deeply, before hardening his expression. “Look out for each other, until I get back. Promise me.”
Jackson presses a kiss to the top of Hakeem’s head, who nuzzles up in response. “I promise you, with all the magic that courses through my veins. I love you, Eddie.”
Jackson turns the phone to Hakeem, who stares longingly at the screen. “I love you, Eddie. As much as there are stars in the night sky.”
Eddie blinks back his tears, whispering into the phone. “I love you both. As much as the moon loves the sun, the stars, and the night sky. You are my home.”
When the call ends, Jackson carefully removes Hakeem’s glasses and gathers the mage up in his arms. “I thought you might need a distraction from everything that’s happened. How do you feel?”
Hakeem wraps his arms around Jackson, burning his nose into his neck. “Better, actually. Thank you, qalbi.”
Jackson kisses Hakeem’s sweat soaked hair. “Let’s take a bath, clean the cum and sweat off us.”
