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After all, they earned it.
But when the clothes came off, Zane instantly went into sub mode, wanting to be babied, wanting to be praised, needing constant reassurance that he was safe and loved and wanted.
It was no hardship.
They did want him.
All of him.
They didn’t work without him. They didn’t work with any one of them missing.
So, if Zane wanted praise, then Felix would give him whatever he needed. Especially if he kept sucking him like this.
Felix groaned, his thighs tightening around Zane’s shoulders. “Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good.”
Felix sat on the edge of his bed, reclining back with his weight on his hands, Zane perched between his spread thighs.
Zane gave a little whimper at Felix’s words, the vibration buzzing through Felix’s cock and making his stomach clench. He redoubled his efforts while taking Felix’s hand and guiding it to the back of his head. The gesture made something hot and possessive unfurl inside Felix. Zane wasn’t just allowing it. He was asking.
Felix smiled, scratching blunt nails across his scalp before his fingers tangled tightly in Zane’s dark curls, holding him in place so he could fuck himself between his lips.
“You look so pretty like this, baby. Looking at me with your mouth full.”
Zane gave another pretty little sound, his hands curling against the leather encasing Felix’s thighs.
His fingers flexed there, the pressure faint through the leather, while his lashes fluttered and another tear slipped down his cheek.
Felix wasn’t sure whether he wanted to tip his head back and enjoy the tight pull of Zane’s lips as he sucked loudly, or whether he wanted to continue watching his cock disappear between Zane’s lips, saliva coating his chin as he let Felix use him.
Watching won.
God, he was so fucking pretty like this.
This time, it was Felix who moaned, the coil of lust twisting tighter inside him, heat gathering low and heavy in his belly until every wet drag of Zane’s mouth seemed to pull it tighter.
And still, Zane watched him, like Felix’s pleasure was praise all by itself. Felix hadn’t anticipated sex with Zane, though maybe, in retrospect, he should have. Sex with Zane came as naturally as breathing, as watching television. It was a lovely way to kill time before their husbands were willing and/or able to play with them.
Felix had just thought Avi would be there, waiting, especially after their text conversation. For once, the Vogue shoot hadn’t been showcasing Felix’s designs, but Felix himself, draped in some of his favorite designers.
It was how he had found himself perched on a lounge chair in a long, flowy pink top and nothing else but thigh-high black stiletto boots and three gold chains. Avi had seen the picture and instantly demanded Felix steal the boots, along with promises of what he planned to do with him in them.
Ironically, when Felix had let Vogue know of his husband’s enthusiasm over the look, they’d been amused, the designer offering up the shirt and boots as a gift.
The jeweler hadn’t been so accommodating. Even though Avi hadn’t asked Felix to bring the necklaces, he’d bought them anyway, handing over his black card without blinking.
The jewelry—three long necklaces, one gold, one pearl, and one a combination of both—completed the look, and Felix would never go unaccessorized.
Unbeknownst to Avi, he’d paid fifty thousand dollars to “wear Felix’s thighs like earmuffs” and then wasn’t even there to do so when Felix arrived.
He claimed he was stuck in a meeting with some manufacturer out of China, but Felix had been a bit disgruntled nonetheless.
But Zane was there to cheer him up.
Zane had helped him strip, had slipped Felix’s arms into the gauzy pink fabric that hid nothing. The material whispered over his skin, featherlight and almost cool after the heat outside.
Zane’s palms followed it, smoothing over Felix’s ribs and waist as he cooed over how pretty Felix looked with his long hair flowing over his shoulders.
Zane had gently placed each necklace just so, his fingertips brushing Felix’s throat and collarbones as he arranged the cool strands against his skin.
