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The nickname alone made Zane smile. Avi had approximately four thousand ridiculous pet names for him and managed to make every single one sound sincere.

Avi sat back on his knees, unknotting Zane’s towel like he was opening a Christmas present, looking him over with a heat that made Zane shiver. Not hungry exactly. Excited. Like he’d just been handed his favorite gift and couldn't wait to play with it.

Zane groaned, tossing his forearm over his eyes dramatically. “Don’t make me think. I just want to get off.”

“Works for me.”

Zane uncovered his eyes to watch as Avi peeled his pink hoodie over his head, tossing it to the floor. Now, it was Zane whose gaze lingered.

To most of the world, Asa and Avi were the same person, so identical that very few people outside the family could tell them apart. But even now, with Avi looking at him just like Asa did, there was no mistaking him for Asa.

Where Asa looked at Zane like a wolf about to devour him, Avi was like a puppy who’d dragged a baby bunny home just to play with it. There was an almost giddy, retriever-like energy about Avi that could never be mistaken for the predator Zane married.

Asa consumed. Avi adored. They were the best of both worlds.

Avi pinned him once more, ignoring his mouth to bury his face in Zane’s neck, mouthing at his skin—not to bite him but to tickle him.

Zane shrieked, squirming beneath him, but Avi didn’t seem to care. This appeared to be precisely the reaction he wanted. When Zane was laughing and crying, Avi moved on, pressing his mouth to the tender flesh at Zane’s side, repeating the motion until Zane’s belly hurt from laughing.

The room filled with the sound of it, bright and breathless. There was something unfairly attractive about a man who could make him laugh this hard one second and leave him completely flustered the next.

“Stop. Stop. Stop,” he begged through tears.

Avi grinned up at him from where he lay between his open legs.

His hair was a mess now, his smile crooked with victory. He pressed an open-mouthed kiss to Zane’s soft tummy, making the muscles beneath jump. The scruff on Avi’s chin scraped just right against Zane’s oversensitive skin.

He watched as Avi moved lower, kissing one hip bone, then the other, his gaze never leaving Zane’s. The teasing pace was deliberate now, making Zane acutely aware of every brush of lips, every lingering touch.

The intensity in his eyes and the slow, deliberate way he moved had Zane achingly hard once more. His huge hands settled beneath Zane’s knees, pushing them up and out, leaving him totally exposed.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. Avi simply looked at him until Zane once more began to squirm uncomfortably.

He inhaled sharply as Avi’s warm breath puffed against the most intimate part of him. He settled Zane’s legs over his shoulders, his skin hot beneath Zane’s heels. He sighed, his anxiety melting away as he settled back against the pillows.

Avi trailed his tongue along the delicate skin of Zane’s inner thigh, then traced the seam of his sack, seemingly determined to taste every part of him. He licked at the sensitive skin of his balls, then took each into his mouth, sucking slowly, before teasing his tongue lower to his perineum, then back to the injured skin of his thighs.

Zane’s breaths came faster, his brain filled with cotton, the delicious feel of Avi’s mouth making him boil from the inside.

They were so different. With Asa, there was never a chance to relax. He sucked and bit his way across Zane’s body, leaving a map of teeth marks and bruises that anyone could follow. Zane loved never knowing when the pain would come, the next bite, pinch, slap…the anticipation was as much of a turn on as the pain itself.

But Avi wasn’t like that. He didn’t leave a map, but he did follow it. Kissing along the bites and bruises in various stages of healing, trailing his tongue over the skin reverently. It was like kissing the skin his brother had injured excited him. It probably did. It was definitely doing it for Zane.

Avi’s hands suddenly settled on Zane’s ass, spreading him open. He gasped, his hands flying to Avi’s hair, fingers tangling there—not to stop him or press him closer, just for something to ground him. He waited for Avi’s mouth, his tongue, but all he felt was the heat of his breath.

Only when he began to squirm and whine did Avi give in, running the flat of his tongue over Zane’s puffy rim, the burn making him hiss. It was a pleasure-pain sensation Zane could never describe with any level of accuracy. A deep, almost gnawing ache, a sharp burn, followed by a pleasure that only came from Zane knowing he was completely and thoroughly owned by the men in his life.

Asa had used him hard the night before, fucking him from behind without lube, four fingers jammed into his mouth and his teeth sunk deeply into the bite mark on his shoulder. Zane moaned, as much from the memory of the previous night as the feel of Avi’s tongue on the over-sensitive flesh.

Avi settled in, pressing kisses to the delicate skin surrounding his hole before spearing his tongue against him, giving a groan of his own when Zane’s body opened for him with little effort. “Always so easy for us, Zaney. It’s so hot.”

Zane didn’t deny it. He was easy for them. He lived to be their toy, their fully-formed sex doll.

He bit his lower lip, trying to hold back another whimper as Avi fucked his tongue impossibly deep. “Oh, fuck. That feels good.”

Avi groaned again, using his hands to spread Zane painfully wider, working his tongue in and out. Zane’s hands fisted the sheets, pulling them from the corners to bunch beneath him, his hips writhing as Avi took his time, eating him out like he planned on savoring this appetizer as much as the rest of his meal.

Avi and Felix were always like this with Zane, at least when they were alone. Slow, sweet, loving. Always taking their time. Zane loved and hated it in equal measure.