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He spit on his fingers again, this time pressing two past that tight ring of muscle. Zane whimpered but lifted his hips to take Felix’s fingers deeper.

Felix took Zane’s cock back into his mouth, sucking him noisily as he pumped his fingers in and out, twisting and turning until Zane was whining and moaning.

Zane’s face disappeared into Felix’s ass once again, licking and sucking, no longer even stroking him, just letting Felix fuck his fist.

The friction of Zane’s dry palm against Felix’s cock should have hurt. Should have been too much. But it wasn’t. It was perfect.

So perfect.

He was so close. Right fucking there. He could feel it, the sharp little pulses of pleasure shooting through him with each tug until he couldn’t even control the way he fucked Zane’s fist.

Zane was getting noisier, his tongue sloppy against Felix’s hole as he just moaned and whined and begged into Felix’s skin.

It was only when Asa gave a hoarse snarl, letting them know he’d come, that Zane seemed to let go, too, his release flooding Felix’s tongue, his hole spasming around Felix’s fingers.

Felix’s own orgasm came moments later, his whole body locking up as it crashed over him, sucking him down into a sort of haze.

He heard Avi come. He wasn’t ever loud about it, but there was a bit of a grunt and then a groan, and finally, his breathing evened out.

Felix rolled off Zane, collapsing next to him on the bed, his head still near Zane’s thigh.

“You two stay right where you are. We’ll be home soon.”

Neither of them spoke. Felix was too busy sucking air into his lungs.

Still, he managed a weak thumbs-up.

“Love you.”

“Love you,” Zane echoed.

“Love you, too,” the twins said at the same time.

Then they were gone, leaving Zane and Felix in the silence.

Felix rolled toward Zane, resting his cheek on his thigh, as always a little worried this might be the encounter Zane regretted. “You good?”

Zane managed to raise his head enough to look at him. “Yeah, I’m always good. Are you good?”

Felix grinned, relieved. “Yeah. Wanna order takeout?”

Asa sensed Avi’s wandering mind, which all but guaranteed Avi sensed his, too. It wasn’t a one-way street, this connection. They were tied to each other in a way that modern physics just couldn’t explain.

That was why Asa’s hand clenched against his own thigh, why his heart raced and irritation spiked through him.

The feelings weren’t his.

They were Avi’s.

While they both still sat in their respective meetings, miles apart, Avi’s wasn’t going well. The man visiting him was pushy and loud and talked to Avi as if he were a child. His brother had a near Zen-like amount of patience with people, usually. When he killed, he did it for the love of it, not spite, anger, or righteousness.

Usually, his brother just went with the flow.

But there were too many things working against him. Not just the other man’s rudeness, but knowing the boys were at home. Knowing they’d started without them and had already finished once without them, too.

That was making Avi distracted. And a distracted Avi didn’t do well at masking his true feelings about anything. Especially when he was angry and sexually frustrated. Asa got the sexually frustrated part.

He was smiling and nodding attentively while his zipper left a permanent indent in his hard-on. He’d never been so fucking turned on as he had been an hour ago, watching Zane and Felix follow their demands.