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Felix did, too. Being with Zane was fun and sweet and sexy, but Felix desperately wanted to get fucked. Hard. The kind of sex where he was stuffed so full of Avi he couldn’t think of anything else. But he also kind of wanted to watch Zane get fucked, too. Watching Asa manhandle Zane was a weirdly twisted fetish Felix never would have guessed he had.

If Zane didn’t like what Asa did to him, Felix would feel like a monster. But Zane fucking loved it. He loved being slapped, spanked, bitten. He loved it when Asa made him cry, made him hurt.

Zane looked so pretty when he cried. He looked so pretty when Asa was using him up, breeding him.

And Felix liked to watch.

He liked getting fucked while he watched Asa punish Zane. He couldn’t help it. Felix was a visual creature, and watching two people find their pleasure while Avi was invading him in every possible way just did it for him.

Sometimes, Asa would let Felix play, too.

Sometimes.

Fuck, now, Felix was hard, too.

So hard.

He rolled to Zane’s side, draping himself half over him. “I have an idea.”

“Okay?” Zane said, clearly confused.

Felix picked up his phone and clicked a button.

Asa and Avi’s profile pics appeared side by side as the call connected.

Avi answered first. “Hello?”

Before Felix could say anything, Asa answered, grinning when he saw the two of them wrapped around each other in the group bed. “Uh, what’s up, Lois?”

“Zane’s up,” Felix teased, his thumb tracing the outline of his cock tenting his pants. “You guys should come home and play with us.” He pouted. “We’re lonely.”

Avi smirked. “You don’t look lonely.” After a second, he frowned. “How did you get home? I just dropped you at work two hours ago.”

Felix shrugged. “I Uber’d. I…was having a bad day.”

Avi’s face was an instant thunderstorm. “A bad day? Why? What happened?”

Felix sighed. This was why he’d gone home to Zane and not to Avi’s work.

“It’s nothing.”

Zane clearly didn’t agree. “Some overly Botoxed bitch named Bradley Fuckface said Felix’s designs were ‘trying too hard’ and that he was already a has-been at barely twenty-three.”

Felix gaped at him.

Zane’s eyes went wide. “What? That’s what he said. I didn’t say it was true.”

Felix pouted. “Yeah, but you didn’t have to say it out loud.”

“Why didn’t you call me?” Avi asked, his voice icy.

Felix rolled his eyes. “For exactly this reason. You’re all growly and in attack mode, like I can’t take care of myself. I didn’t want to talk about it, and I didn’t want Zane to have to do a YouTube video about Bradley Fredrickson’s untimely death when you went batshit and dragged him behind a moving car or something.”

Avi’s eyes lit up. “Oh, we’ve never dragged anybody behind a moving car before.”

Of course, that was the part Avi latched onto.

Felix rolled his eyes, letting his hand skim up Zane’s chest, his fingers playing with his nipple. “Focus, boys.”