“I want you to undo my trousers and take out my cock,” Perian told him. “It’s hard and aching just for you. I want you to wrap your hand around it and let me fuck your fist.”
He heard an unsteady breath from either Molun or Arvus, he wasn’t sure who, and he didn’t care, because the arousal in the room leaped higher, dizzying and wonderful, and Perian could get lost in it. Brannal’s cock jumped beneath Perian, making him smile smugly.
Brannal bit at the side of Perian’s neck, then soothed the mark with his tongue.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it, telling me what you wanted?”
“So hard,” Perian and Molun said at the same time, and that made them laugh.
Strangely—or maybe not so strangely with this group—that didn’t diminish the arousal.
Brannal’s hands finally fell to Perian’s trousers, and he unbuttoned them and reached in to stroke Perian’s cock. Because he really was a tease, he touched Perian through his underclothes until Perian was practically rutting in his lap, trying to get more contact and being denied, one of Brannal’s hands on his hip preventing him from moving too much.
It was delicious. Molun and Arvus apparently thought so as well, because they each freed their erections from their trousers, and wrapped their fists around them. Perian was practically panting with want.
“Brannal,” he whined.
And finally,finally, Brannal drew out Perian’s cock. Perian hissed when Brannal’s fingers were finally wrapped around his flesh, and the sound echoed around the room. Perian closed his eyes, needing a moment to ensure he didn’t come instantly. He wanted to come—but he wanted to draw this out even more.
Brannal apparently felt the same way, because he maintained his loose grasp around Perian’s cock. Perian could hear the slightly labored breathing of everyone in the room, and the arousal was so high he could almost taste it.
Brannal began to stroke, not firmly enough to actually bring Perian off yet, just a teasing pressure, up and down his shaft, twisting on the up stroke, pausing to gather any pre-come and smear it around Perian’s shaft, increasing the glide.
“You look so perfect like this, in my arms,” Brannal told him.
Perianpreened.
That hand on his hip still prevented Perian from moving much, and Brannal effortlessly demonstrated his superior strength as Perian tried even harder than he had before to arch his hips and rut into his lover’s hands as pleasure built inside him. He squirmed and moaned as Brannal kept driving them higher.
Periodically, Perian would open his eyes to see two pairs of hungry eyes watching him avidly, two hands stroking their own cocks in time with Perian’s pleasure. It made his own that much greater, but then he’d have to close his eyes again, the stimulation too much.
Finally, the speed of Brannal’s strokes increased, possibly in relation to the amount of begging Perian was doing; he wasn’t even fully conscious of the words and sounds that were falling out of his lips, it all felt so good, and he wanted, he needed—
With a cry of ecstasy, Perian came, arching into Brannal’s hand, cock pulsing and spurting over Brannal’s fist. The feeling fizzed through Perian’s body from head to toe, pulsing everywhere. Across from him, there were two cries of equal satisfaction, and he felt as much as heard the quiet grunt from Brannal that heralded his coming in his trousers.
Brannal kept pumping Perian, stroking him through his orgasm.
Perian went even more loose-limbed against Brannal, utterly spent.
That had beensogood.
It was completely silent for a long moment, as everyone seemed to catch their breath and recover.
Perhaps predictably, it was Molun who finally spoke first. “Wow.”
It made Perian huff a breath, and he could feel the rumble of Brannal’s amusement through his chest again. This was nice. Maybe Perian could just stay in his lap forever.
“I have never experienced a show like that,” Molun said, a trace of wonder still in his voice.
Perian managed to open his eyelids when he realized they were closed again to look at the two men. Arvus was nodding his head.
“That was beautiful,” Arvus agreed. “Thank you.”
“I feel like I should be the one to say thank you,” Perian said, voice thick. “That really was great. And I mean, Brannal did all the work.”
They laughed, and Brannal kissed the side of Perian’s head. “I assure you, that wasn’t work. It was nothing but pleasure.”
Molun said, sounding serious, “It was a privilege to watch, truly. Thank you.”
