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It was that soft, patient smile he saved just for Zane.

Then, he was leaning down and brushing their lips together.

It wasn’t like when Zane kissed Asa. Those kisses were hard and punishing. They let Zane know Asa needed him, needed to own him, use him, possess him.

Felix sipped at his lips like he was savoring a fine wine.

The kiss was sweet, almost chaste, but when Felix pulled away, Zane made a sad sound.

“Kiss him again, kitten,” Avi said. “He wants more. Don’t leave him hanging.”

Felix did as Avi asked, slanting their lips together in a kiss that lingered.

“Kiss him back,” Asa rumbled against Zane’s ear. “Use your tongue.”

Zane was so fucking hard he felt lightheaded, but he did as he was told, pressing his tongue past Felix’s lips. Felix made a sound of encouragement, his thigh once more pressing insistently against Zane’s straining erection, still encased in Asa’s hand.

Zane moaned, grinding himself against Felix’s thigh. Asa moved his hand aside, giving Zane the friction he wanted.

“Does that feel good, Lois?” Asa asked, biting at his ear. “You like rubbing off on him?”

Zane froze.

Was Asa mad at him? Had he done something wrong?

“Ah, ah, ah. Don’t stop. You’re not in trouble. Just the opposite. You’re doing so fucking good. Isn’t he?”

The knot in Zane’s chest loosened as quickly as it had formed.

“He’s perfect,” Felix murmured against his lips. “Isn’t he, Avi?”

“Totally,” Avi assured him, even as his hands went to Felix’s underwear, forcing the two to untangle as he pulled them down and off, following the retreating fabric with his mouth, kissing every patch of skin he uncovered.

Asa sank his teeth into Zane’s shoulder. His spot. The spot he’d marked so many times there was scar tissue.

Zane melted back against him on instinct.

Then Asa hooked his fingers into the waistband of Zane’s boxer briefs and pulled them down. Zane lifted his hips to help until he and Felix were both naked, Avi and Asa still in their underwear.

There was something weirdly erotic about that, but Zane had one barrier he refused to cross.

“I don’t want anybody inside me but you,” Zane managed despite the lump in his throat.

Asa’s hand fell onto Zane’s hip, his mouth at his ear. “Like I would ever let anyone inside you. Nobody breeds you but me, Lois. But that doesn’t mean you and Felix can’t…play while you both get fucked. Does it?”

The question was directed at both Zane and Felix.

Felix pushed Zane’s curls from his face. “Only if you want to, baby. Nobody is going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Felix leveled a hard glare at Asa. Felix always called him baby or love or sweetness. He cuddled him and snuggled him, played with his hair. It was a very tender kind of care. Something Zane needed that Asa just couldn’t provide.

Truthfully, it was something Zane didn’t want Asa to provide.

Asa was all sharp edges and heat. Felix was softness and comfort. They both brought something entirely different to the table, and Zane needed them exactly as they were.

Asa frowned. “I would never make Zane do something he didn’t want to do. But I know he wants it. We all know it. We all want it, too. Right?”

Felix and Avi both nodded, and something unknotted within Zane.