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Maybe he was a little drunk. But it was the perfect juxtaposition. The hard length of Asa’s body pressed against his back, his cock already hard and working against him, letting him know that Asa would get what he wanted regardless of who was still in the room. And Felix curled against his front, his thigh between Zane’s knees, his long nails scratching through Zane’s curls in a way that made him want to arch his back like a cat in heat.

With his eyes closed, Zane could focus entirely on the sensations of Asa’s hips rolling against him and Felix’s fingers flexing in his hair.

It was perfection.

He wanted Asa inside him now, and couldn’t stop thinking about how much better being wrapped up in Felix would be if Asa was filling him at the same time.

He’d never thought about it before. Or maybe he’d just never let himself think about it. Not even after Asa had given him permission to go there.

“Fuck, you two look pretty together, kitten,” Avi whispered against Felix’s ear.

Zane only heard him because he still had his face buried in Felix’s neck.

“We are pretty,” Felix said. “Aren’t we?”

Zane’s response was muffled against his throat. “You’re pretty.”

Felix forced Zane’s head back. “We’re pretty,” he said stubbornly. “Tell him he’s pretty, Asa.”

“He’s fucking perfect,” Asa rasped, catching Zane’s mouth in a hot kiss that was entirely too short.

“Don’t you think Zane’s pretty, Avi?” Felix asked, his tone leaving no room for argument.

“I always thought he was pretty. He’s…delicate looking. His hair’s really soft, and his lips are really pink.”

It was as close to a compliment as Avi got, and it left Zane bright red.

“Also, I like it when he turns red like that. It’s cute.”

Jesus Christ.

He tried to bury his face in Felix’s neck once more, but Felix wouldn’t let him.

Asa’s hand slid along Zane’s belly to play with his nipple. Zane’s breath caught as he watched Felix watching Asa. Felix’s thigh was now pressing against Zane’s straining length, the perfect pressure forcing a moan past his lips. There was the barest hint of a smile on Felix’s face, as if he liked that he could make Zane make that sound.

Zane watched the expression fade as Avi’s hand slid beneath the silky red boy shorts Felix was wearing, skimming across his cock where it strained against the unforgiving fabric.

Zane got to watch Felix’s pupils blow wide, his lips part, tiny little breaths escaping each time Avi’s fingers caressed him under the fabric.

Zane couldn’t look away, even when Asa’s fist closed around him, pumping him slowly.

“You like watching, Lois?”

“Yeah,” he said, voice raw. “I like watching them…and us.”

Avi made eye contact with Asa, the two of them clearly having another of their nonverbal conversations.

When Avi looked away, Asa traced the shell of Zane’s ear with his tongue. “You can do it, Lois. You can kiss Felix. I know you want to.”

Zane’s eyes widened, and he looked at Felix guiltily.

Felix’s head dipped, and he studied Zane for a long moment. “Do you wanna kiss me, baby?”

Zane’s tongue darted out to lick his own lower lip. His gaze shifted to Avi, who was looking at him with an open lust Zane rarely got to see.

“Yes, please.”

Felix smiled.