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Barrett’s strong hand squeezed and Stetson gasped, hips jerking. Needing no more permission, my men were entirely focused on each other. I settled in my seat, widening my legs to make room for my rapidly growing erection. I’d always enjoyed watching but until then, I hadn’t gotten the pleasure of seeing Barrett with someone else. He gave Stetson his undivided attention, leaning down to kiss the boy’s neck and humming when he got the reaction he wanted. Stetson arched into his touch, rolling onto his back.
“Move the blanket,” I commanded.
It vanished. Barrett’s hand returned to Stetson’s crotch, and he attempted to nudge the collar of Stetson’s sweatshirt aside with his mouth. When it didn’t work, he growled and yanked the fabric up and off Stetson’s head, throwing it aside. Stetson collapsed onto the pillows, shoving Barrett’s hand south once more. Barrett’s lips found Stetson’s collarbone and latched on, sucking a mark onto the skin. My cock throbbed, and I fought to keep my hands still.
Not yet.
Stetson grew impatient, but he didn’t have to tell Barrett what he wanted. My man shoved Stetson’s sweats out of the way, wrapping his long fingers around the boy’s shaft. His soft whimper of approval was music to my ears. Barrett pulled off Stetson with a pop, and looked to me for further instruction.
“Take his pants off.”
Stetson lifted his hips eagerly, and Barrett tore his pants and boxer briefs away in one swift move. Our gorgeous boy lied in front of us, naked as the day he was born, and I took a moment to drink him in.
He panted, chest rising and falling with each expansion of his lungs. When he blushed, his skin brightened to the most beautiful shade of pink and arousal extended the flush down his chest. I watched Barrett’s hand tease down the hard planes of Stetson’s stomach before brushing the pink head of his cock. Stetson writhed, desperate to be touched. My pulse raced, pumping hot blood through my veins. “Please, Daddy,” he pleaded.
I met Stetson’s bleary blue eyes. “Please, what, boy?”
“Can he touch me?”
Instead of answering Stetson, I decided that Barrett was wearing too many clothes. “Strip, Barrett.”
And damn, did he obey. His shirt flew across the room, and I heard the stitches in his shorts rip as those came off as well. Daylight strained around the curtains, but what little sun poked through illuminated my men in the dark. Stetson, with his smooth, flawless skin complimented the art etched into every inch of Barrett’s body. Without asking, Barrett stretched over Stetson, fusing them together from head to toe and as he claimed the boy’s mouth, Stetson surrendered. Barrett’s confidence was back in full swing. I sat back and watched the show unfold.
Stetson latched into thick fistfuls of Barrett’s hair, holding him close. The boy loved to kiss, and Barrett was going to give him whatever his little heart wanted. I smiled, knowing that Barrett’s hair was his Achilles heel. Barrett speared his tongue into Stetson’s mouth, earning him a low rumble of approval. Expertly, Barrett used one hand to yank open the nightstand drawer. The bottle of lube found his palm like a magnet, and he flipped the cap open and had his fingers drenched before I could blink.
Stetson’s hips rocked, chasing the friction of Barrett’s abs against his straining erection. Dragging his teeth across Stetson’s bottom lip, Barrett broke the kiss. He ignored Stetson’s protests, slipping his hand between their bodies and teasing those slick fingers over Stetson’s balls and between his legs. Our boy sighed, bending his knees to give Barrett room to work. Stetson clearly loved the position, moaning—but I couldn’t see.
“Straddle him, Stetson.”
Barrett rolled onto his back, and Stetson happily threw his leg over the man’s waist and rose onto his knees, letting Barrett’s hands slip between his thighs. Barrett clenched Stetson’s ass cheek in one hand, spreading him apart and letting me see my boy’s eager little hole. Stetson fell forward, bracing his hands to either side of Barrett’s head. Barrett held him place with that single hand on his ass, working him open with the other. Stetson fought against the tight grip, but my man took his time, slowly circling Stetson’s entrance until the muscle relaxed and his finger slipped inside.
“More,” Stetson demanded, like I knew he would. He was nothing if not impatient.
Barrett looked at me. “Take your time, Bear. Make sure you work him openreallywell.”
Stetson cried out, fisting the pillowcase beneath Barrett’s head.
Barrett smirked. “I’ve got you, baby,” he whispered, leaning in to press a tender kiss to Stetson’s cheek. The boy trembled, and Barrett gave me a sneaky look over Stetson’s shoulder.
I knew exactly what he was thinking. “Do it.”
Barrett curled his fingers. Stetson’s resulting shout reverberated off the walls, shooting fire through my veins. The next time Barrett pulled back, he added another digit and dove back in. Within seconds, he had Stetson reduced to a whining, whimpering mess. He tried to speak, but words were nothing but a string of incoherent babbles.
And that’s when Barrett added a third. Our boy moaned, and I shoved a hand in my pants to stave off my orgasm. I wasn’t coming until I had Stetson’s pretty lips wrapped around my cock. The mental image alone was nearly enough to send me over the edge. Giving the base of my shaft a firm squeeze, I returned my attention to the bed, where Barrett was whispering soft encouragements in Stetson’s ear.
“He’s ready, Barrett.”
Knuckle-deep in Stetson with one hand, Barrett searched for a condom with the other. Stetson snatched his hand out of the air. “No,” he panted, the sound transforming into a cry when Barrett tapped his prostate. “I’m clear.”
Two sets of eyes found me, awaiting my approval. When I nodded, Barrett didn’t hesitate to remove his fingers and slick up his cock. The sound had Stetson biting his lip and rocking back, desperate to be filled. He lifted to allow Barrett to line himself up. He didn’t waste any time in sinking down, taking Barrett to the hilt like a pro. The skilled move pulled a groan from deep in Barrett’s chest. Knowing how that hot, tight ass felt stranglingmydick, I smiled. Sweat beaded across Barrett’s hairline and his brows furrowed. He was hanging on by a thread.
Good. So was I.
“Take it, baby,” Barrett growled, shocking the hell out of me. He grabbed tight onto Stetson’s hips. “Take what you need.”
Fuck, holding off would be difficult now.
Stetson gave one slow roll of his hips, testing his limits. When neither I or Barrett stopped him, he planted his hands on Barrett’s chest and began to move. With tears breaking free, his nails dug into Barrett’s skin. By the time this was all over, Barrett would be sporting thin, red reminders of who Stetson was to him. He matched Stetson thrust for thrust, leaving matching red fingerprints on the boy’s hips and ass.
