He pulls off, lips swollen and slick, and glances up at me with a lopsided, messy grin. “I want to,” he says, voice low and undeniably sure. “I want to see how far I can go. Hawks don’t have gag reflexes.” He punctuates this with a bold, almost cocky lick up the underside, then takes me back in, deeper this time. My vision whites out at the edges.
Perry laughs softly. “He’s a quick study, isn’t he?” The hand on Abel’s back slides up to his neck, scratching at the base of his skull in a way that makes Abel shudder. “You’re making our Alpha wild, sweetness.”
I’m barely hanging on. Abel finds a rhythm, moves faster, braver, then slows to savor each reaction. He’s so attuned to my body, every little movement, every sound, he might as well be reading my mind. He tries taking me deeper, angling his head, relaxing his jaw, finding a trick that works for him. His brow furrows in concentration, and the effort only makes him look more gorgeous.
I reach down, stroking his cheek, and he leans into it, never breaking pace. Perry shifts closer, his own erection flagging for attention, and Abel’s hand goes on autopilot, stroking Perry even as his mouth is occupied with me. The multitasking is sloppy, enthusiastic, and so fucking endearing.
“Good boy,” Perry says, soft and sweet. “You’re doing so well.”
Abel’s cheeks go pink, but he doesn’t slow. He speeds up, then slows again, tasting, adjusting, perfecting. The whole time, he keeps looking up at me, drinking in my reactions, like he can’t get enough.
I start to warn him. “Abel, I’m close. You can stop if you want.” But he just shakes his head and clutches me harder. The pressure builds and I’m coming. Hard, with a shudder that feels like it starts in my toes and detonates out the top of my head.
Abel pulls back a little, but he doesn’t stop. He milks me for every drop, and the sensation is almost too much. Another wave of pleasure crests even as the first recedes.
He finally lets go and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. There’s cum on his chin, on the bridge of his nose, and he looks up at me, sheepish and proud at the same time. He glances over at Perry, who’s watching him with open awe. “Did I do okay?” Abel asks, voice hoarse but hopeful.
“You did perfect,” I manage, still reeling.
Perry grins and pulls Abel into his lap, kissing him deep. “You did more than okay. You’re a star.” Perry licks the stray cum from Abel’s jaw, murmuring approval with every swallow.
Abel giggles, then collapses, sprawling across the tangle of our bodies. He’s panting, exhausted, but his hands keep roaming, restless, as if he can’t believe we’re real and needs to reconfirm it every second. Perry wraps his arms around Abel’s middle and props his chin on Abel’s shoulder. I run my fingers through Abel’s hair, coaxing him to relax, and he sinks down between us like he’s found the only place on earth he’s ever belonged.
We lay there, all three of us, for a long while. The only sound is our breathing, gradually slowing to something almost peaceful. Abel’s heartbeat thunders against my ribs. Perry kisses his temple, then mine, and each touch feels like a blessing.
Abel is the first one to break the silence. “I never…” He trails off, searching for words. “I never thought I could do that. Or like it. Or want it.” He sounds astonished, like someone who’s just learned a secret about himself that he can’t wait to try again. “I liked it a lot.”
Perry laughs and I echo it. “I think we all did,” I say, pulling Abel closer.
The afterglow feels endless, but so does the safety, the rightness. Abel keeps running his thumb over the back of my hand as if he’s checking for a pulse.
He turns to look at Perry then me, face open, vulnerable, and so full of wonder it almost hurts. “Thanks for letting me try,” he says.
Perry stops his wonderful touches. “Letting you? We’re the lucky ones, sweetness.” He wraps us both tighter, squeezing until we all have to laugh.
For a long time we just lay there, tangled and sticky and happy, nobody in any rush to move.
