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"Oh - !" The admission made him wild, pulsing harder. It took every bit of control not to wrap himself around Miles's body and beg for it. He ached for Miles to pull him close, to lift him up onto his cock with those strong arms, to fuck him hard and deep and helpless. Instead, he forced himself to step back, stepping out of his clothes before dropping to his knees to undo Miles's pants. "I - I need to undress you...."

"Of course," Miles replied, breath ragged. He pulled his hands away from their caress of Tristan's hair to prudently put them behind his back. "Forgive me. Obey our Masters."

Miles's cock stretched at the front of his underwear as Tristan tugged his jeans open, thick and hard and flushed with arousal. The head of it quickly emerged from the waistband as he tugged his pants down. He was bigger than he'd looked when they'd jerked off together the night before, and certainly much bigger than Tristan remembered from the glimpses he'd naughtily stolen in his youth.

Could he handle someone so big? Mouth watering, Tristan forced his gaze away before the urge to try made him disobey. He nuzzled Miles's hip instead, breathing deep his intoxicating scent as he carefully slid the waistband of his underwear over his shaft and down his thighs. He tried not to think about how incredible it would be to have that cock filling his mouth.

"Keep going, darling." Leander's encouragement was a needy groan. When Tristan looked over, he found his husband watching raptly, fingers restlessly kneading his own thigh. Leander wet his lips, then turned to Darren. "But I forget myself, forgive me, Sir. You're in charge of me, so..."

"I am," Darren agreed with a smile. "But I enjoy hearing your desires, beautiful. What fantasies do you have for your sweet husband?"

Leander grinned, biting his bottom lip briefly on an indulgent groan. "Oh God, so many. My sweet sub has been so well-behaved, and he's so hungry... Would your incredibly hot and well-hung husband care to reward him by fucking my Tristan's mouth?"

A helpless moan escaped Tristan's throat as Darren smirked at them in open appreciation. "I'll allow it if Miles wants to. Just a taste. A warm-up."

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17 - Playtime with Miles and Darren

Tristan Chase-Morgan

Would Miles really fuck his mouth?" As Tristan undressed his old flame, he was overcome with arousal, both remembered and new. Seeing how hard Miles was - how big Miles was - was making it increasingly difficult to be obedient.

Fortunately, Leander - his beloved, wonderful husband - came to his rescue. "Go ahead, darling," he breathed. "Taste him."

Darren hummed in agreement. "Gently, Miles. Don't forget your little friend is new at this. Teach him gently how to taste your cock. If you want."

"I very much want." Miles ran a thumb over his lips. Tristan couldn't help but catch it between them, sucking hungrily, looking up at Miles through his eyelashes. Miles gave a low, choked groan, pulling his mouth open, then curled his fingers around his base to rub his cockhead along Tristan's lips.

Whether or not Miles intended to tease him, Tristan couldn't hold back. He took him in his mouth with a groan. He was too turned on to be patient and play at being hesitant. He sucked hungrily at his head, lapping up the saltiness of his arousal. Miles was too big to immediately deepthroat, but he couldn't help but try anyway, running his hands up Miles's thighs to anchor himself as he sucked him down hungrily again and again.

Miles's fingers tightened in his hair, breath ragged. "Oh fuck, Tristan..."

Tristan rubbed the base of Miles’s cock, drunk on the hard girth of his shaft against his palm, on the push of it over his tongue, half gagging as he tried to take him deeper. Miles's nails scraped over the nape of his neck, and Tristan moaned, managing to take him until his lips met his hand, then repeating the motion hungrily.

How many times had he fantasized about this while he'd touched himself in his youth? Tasting the heat of Miles's arousal, hearing him groan, filling his senses with him was better than he could have ever imagined. How many times had he imagined Miles taking control and fucking into him, needy and unrestrained? He was painfully aroused just from sucking him, his own cock bobbing helplessly against his stomach. Imagining Miles forcing himself down his throat and using him without mercy could be enough to make him come untouched.

"Good boy. Enough for now, Tristan. Come see to your Master." Darren's command roused him before he could lose control.

Please don't make me stop, Tristan wanted to whine. He slid down Miles's shaft again, taking him deeper, half-gagging as he managed to swallow around his cockhead.

A strangled gasp escaped Miles's throat, hips stuttering up, pushing roughly deeper for a moment of intoxicating helplessness. But then he was pulling away, fingers tight in Tristan's hair to keep him from following. "Enough, sweetheart. You'll make me come too fast."

Darren had moved to sit on the end of the bed beside them. He reached out to stroke a hand over Tristan's hair at his whine of disappointment. "Come, little bunny. You don't want this to be over so soon, do you?"

Despite every part of him aching for Miles to claim his throat - to claim every part of him - Tristan nodded. "Of course not, Sir."

"Good." Darren smiled, warm and approving. "To start, I'd like to watch you ride Leander while Miles fucks me. I'd like to watch Miles kiss you while you fuck yourself on your husband's cock like a good little sub."

Tristan moaned in gratitude. Yes, he could do that. Riding Leander was familiar. Safe. Respectable, even. "Yes, Sir."

"Perfect," Leander half groaned, moving beside him. He had a box of condoms open - they were well stocked, since sometimes it was better not to deal with mess - and he regarded Miles's cock with an appreciative smirk as he handed one over. "Hope these are big enough for you."

Miles chuckled softly, one hand still carding through Tristan's hair. "I'll manage."

"Yeah?" Leander leaned closer to his cock, wetting his lips, and glanced at Darren. "May I?" At his nod, he took Miles in his mouth with a groan. He scooted closer as he sucked him hungrily, lips sliding down the length. Did Leander manage to take more than he had? Of course, kneeling on the bed put him at a better angle for it, so Tristan pushed away a brief surge of envy. Hopefully, Miles would allow him to try again before the weekend was over.

Leander's eyes fell shut as he swallowed around him, throat clenching, then he pulled back, gasping. "Holy fuck, his cock is so huge."