“Our man’s gorgeous, isn’t he?” I ask him as I nuzzle the side of Kane’s neck.
“Hell yes.” Blake’s head dips to take his mouth, smothering the gasp he makes.
Trapped between us, nearly naked, Kane leans his head back against my chest as Blake and I trail our fingers over his body. His collarbone, his stomach, his thighs—everywhere we can reach we caress, loving the feel of his smaller body next to ours.
Kane’s ass rocks against me as he steps out of the boxers Blake drags down his hips, shooting a jolt of electricity through my already engorged cock. I spin him so he’s facing me and palm his ass, rubbing the backs of my hands against Blake’s dick as I squeeze his round little cheeks. He returns the favor, brushing his knuckles over my shaft as he fists Kane’s length. It feels incredible, his lean body sandwiched between us, the three of us writhing together. But it'd feel so much better if Blake and I weren’t still fully clothed, so I step away with a strangled moan.
“Get naked and get on the bed, Blake. I want to watch you two fuck.” Kane’s ass clenches as he licks his lips, which has me shedding my own clothes and taking my dick in hand.
Stroking leisurely—just to take the edge off—I watch as Blake licks Kane’s precum off his fingers then strips off his shorts and climbs on the bed.
“Lean against the headboard,” I tell him.
Kane moves to follow, but I clasp my hands around his waist to hold him still until Blake’s situated. “Look how hard he is already.” I kiss up the side of his neck as he watches us, dick pointing to the sky. “Think you can make him even harder?” I reach around him to pump his full cock, teasing.
“How?” His chest rises with a deep inhale.
“Lick him from balls to tip, then take him in your mouth.” I whisper against his ear, just loud enough for Blake to hear. His cock bobs as his stomach tenses in anticipation, muscles rippling as they contract.
Kane crawls forward on all fours, sticking that cute little ass in the air as he lowers his head. I watch, transfixed, as Blake’s eyes flutter closed when the heat of Kane’s mouth surrounds him. The tendons in his neck flex as he locks his jaw, chest filling on a ragged inhale while his fingers claw at the sheets. All the while Kane’s head bobs slowly up and down, caressing Blake’s perfect cock with his tongue.
They’re stunning together.
Kane’s pink hair brushes against Blake’s sun-kissed abs each time he descends to Blake’s root, something I think might tickle him if he could feel anything other than the wet heat of Kane’s mouth on his dick. Wet heat that has my boyfriend so enraptured his knuckles are turning white with the effort to hold his hips still.
I love seeing Blake’s body start to unravel like this. Usually, I like being the one to make it unravel, but I don’t resent the fact Kane can bring him pleasure without me. I actually enjoy it. He may be acting out my instructions right now, but seeing him this way gives me hope he won’t doubt me when I tell him Ilikeknowing he’s with Blake even when I’m not there, or vice versa. That I’ve always thought of him as an equal, never an addition.
I hope encouraging them to play while I watch will crystalize that notion in Kane’s mind, and though it would probably be more effective to merely watch while they fuck—which I’ll do one day—I don’t have the restraint for it today.
“Don’t stop,” I tell Kane as I squirt a drop of lube on my fingers and slip a finger in his hole.
Silky heat surrounds me, and I pump back and forth, gently working him open with one hand as the other massages his balls. He moans around Blake’s cock, a sound that has Blake lifting a hand from the sheets to thread his fingers in Kane’s hair. Cradling Kane’s head in his palm, he curses softly as Kane loves on his cock.
Their bodies move together in sync, savoring the connection between them. It’s tender and carnal at the same time, making my chest ache with affection as my cock swells.
The three of us have come together nearly a half dozen times since that first night, and each time has been physically incredible. But none of those encounters compare to what’s happening right now, watching two people I love pleasure one another.
“You’re making him come undone.” I slip another finger inside Kane, loving the way his walls clench around me as I scissor him open. “It’s so hot, but we don’t want him to finish yet. Sit up.”
Kane’s cheeks hollow as he pulls back, letting Blake go with an audiblepop.
“Good boy. Now spin around and straddle him.” He sits up and moves over Blake’s torso, giving him his back while positioning himself to sink onto Blake’s cock.
“Condom first.” Kane pauses as I pull a foil packet from the nightstand and hand it to him.
Resting his weight on Blake’s hips with their shafts between his thighs, Kane fumbles with the wrapper as he rocks back and forth, straining to rub their dicks together. It’s so fucking hot to see him this needy, and cute too, since his desire is making him clumsy.
Blake curses as he lifts his hips, his cock full and hard and dripping with need. Kane grunts as he drops the condom, and Blake groans in reply. Taking matters into my own hands I grab the wrapper, tear it open, and fist Blake’s dick in one hand while I position the condom with the other. He hisses as I roll it over his length and hold him ready.
“Need your ass, Kane,” Blake grits.
I give Blake a little squeeze and withdraw my hand as Kane sinks onto him, the two of them moaning as they join together.
The scent of their arousal floods my nostrils, a heady musk that makes my mouth water. Leaning down, I brace my hands on Kane’s thighs and take his crown into my mouth as he grinds on Blake’s cock.
“Holy fuck,” Kane cries, tossing his head back as his fingers clutch my hair.
Breathless whimpers seep from his throat as I suck on his swollen head while Blake pumps into him with shallow thrusts that keep him on the edge without sending him over. Every so often I take Kane to the back of my throat, and for reasons I can’t explain that seems to coincide with a deep thrust from Blake despite the fact we have no way of knowing how to time our movements. It’s a heady realization that we’re so in sync, which makes me want to prolong this moment as long as possible.
