“Yes. Both.” I gave him another kiss. “It’s not something we have to do, but it’s a possibility we’ll talk about.”
“Like what?” Ryan was still aroused enough that he could only focus on how I’d let him come, not the fact that he’d have to ask for permission.
Now to see what they might like. “I could decide to let you orgasm, but I might have you do it hands free. You’d have to grind your cock against the bed or, if Scott’s being punished, I might not let him come but he could let you hump him so you could get off.”
The options were endless.
“Fuck.” Ryan managed the one word, but after that, just stared, lost in thoughts of sexy options if the state of his erection was any clue.
My shy Scott just watched us both in surprise.
Yup, I’d broken him.
Deciding to let them pull back from the mental circle of dirty what-ifs, I straightened and gave them both quick kisses again. As much as I wanted to tease them and discover more about what made Ryan squirm and moan, I had a more pressing concern. I needed to make sure Scott didn’t end up feeling awkward about what had happened.
Bringing my hand up, I caressed over Scott’s head, trying for tender, not arousing. “We need to get you cleaned up. I think I was promised dinner and a movie tonight.”
“Dinner?” Scott blinked at me, but then I saw the lightbulb go off in his eyes. “Oh, yes, dinner.”
Ryan’s gaze was bouncing back and forth between us, so I knew his mind was whirling, but he seemed to be waiting for me to make the next move. Rising off the couch, I reached out and took Scott’s hands. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll order dinner.”
Scott looked down at our clasped hands and then over to Ryan. I smiled, because they were so cute, and leaned over to kiss him again. “Safewords aren’t just for when we’re in a scene. If something outside of sex makes you uncomfortable, I need you to tell me. If you need privacy that’s fine, but we wanted to take care of you, and personally, I wasn’t ready to let you walk away yet.”
Because who knew what messages his brain would start shooting off. We hadn’t technically had sex, but we’d done enough that I knew he’d felt his submission, and just the idea that he’d done something with Ryan could be overwhelming. I didn’t want him to feel crowded, but I wanted him to know he was safe with us inside and outside a scene.
He nodded and rose as I stepped back. Then, in another sweet moment, he reached for Ryan’s hand. Ryan was quiet as he stood up, but as we started heading for the bedrooms, he found his voice. Looking to me, he jerked his head toward the left. “That’s Scott’s room. He’s got a bathroom in there too.”
Scott’s brows pulled together. “But you—”
Ryan chuckled, interrupting Scott. “And he still feels bad for winning the coin toss. He kept trying to give me the room for the whole first month we were living here.”
Scott blushed but shrugged, not trying to hide the truth. I thought it was too sweet. “That will just make it easier for us to get him cleaned up.”
Dried cum was not comfortable.
Not that I was going to point that out; I had a feeling it would make him blush even redder and I wanted to make him more comfortable, not embarrassed. As we entered Scott’s room and dropped hands, I looked around.
The bed was a sub’s dream. The queen-size bed had what looked to be a sturdy iron headboard and footboard with railings that would be perfect for tying him to. It wasn’t what I’d pictured, but somehow it suited the shy man.
Shy on the outside and deliciously wicked on the inside.
I turned to Scott and winked. “I like your bed.”
“You want to be tied to that, don’t you?” Ryan blurted out the question like he was asking Scott about what he wanted for dinner.
Scott wasn’t embarrassed, though; he was evidently too used to Ryan for that. Scott shrugged and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“I’d love to tie you up to it. I think Ryan’s curious about it too. I might end up having both of you restrained.” It was easy to picture. Both of them stretched out on the bed…side by side or maybe even wrapped around each other but still tied up and at my whim.
Ryan didn’t try to hide it. He licked his lips and nodded, still focused on the bed. “I should have realized that when you bought it. You were really uncomfortable when it got delivered. I thought you were just embarrassed because it was expensive.”
“I thought you’d guess or just know by looking at it.”
“I probably should have.” Ryan seemed to be growing frustrated over his own shortsightedness.
“Neither of you were ready to talk about it or you would have. Eventually, it would have come up because you’re too good of friends for it to have stayed hidden forever, but you needed to get comfortable with who you were first.” I didn’t want either of them beating themselves up about it.
They both looked hesitant, like they wanted to believe it but couldn’t. “You’d have never opened up so easily at the club and afterward if you weren’t ready to talk about it. Look how quickly things went from hidden to talking about it today. If you hadn’t already thought about it, then it would have taken a lot longer to get to this point.”
