Page 30

Felix knew those differences now. Knew their bodies well enough to tell identical twins apart piece by piece. Asa was wide enough to split Zane open in a way that made him scream.

The thought had Felix whining, rocking back on his husband’s tongue, wanting more.

Asa slapped Zane’s ass hard, the sound cracking through the room, the flesh rippling beneath his palm. Asa did it again. And again. Zane moaned and cried around Avi’s cock.

“Avi, if you don’t let me come soon, I will make sure you don’t come for a month,” Felix said, his frustration finally hitting its peak.

He’d been getting edged for what felt like hours, even if it had maybe only been minutes. His cock ached, heavy and desperate, every nerve ending pulled taut. Every swipe of Avi’s tongue along his entrance felt more like punishment, never deep enough to quell the empty ache inside him.

He needed to be fucked.

Asa sank his teeth into Zane’s reddened ass cheek, making him gasp.

Tears, snot, and drool coated Zane’s face as he gazed at Felix, mouth stretched wide around Avi’s cock.

He looked so fucking hot.

Finally—fucking finally—Avi released his wrists, and Felix pitched forward, gripping Zane by the hair and tugging him off his husband to give him a messy kiss.

Zane tasted like sex, his lips wet and swollen against Felix’s.

Felix crawled down Avi’s body to hover over his cock.

Zane’s lips followed, finding Felix’s skin, licking and kissing and sucking whatever he could reach.

Felix’s thighs. His hips.

“Can I borrow that when you’re done?” Felix asked Asa, nodding toward the lube he was currently pouring into his palm.

Asa grinned, closing the top, then tossed it to Felix, who looked at Zane in askance.

Zane gave Felix his hand, letting him coat his fingers before guiding them back between Felix’s cheeks. Felix moaned when Zane’s fingertips circled his entrance.

His lids fell closed, his entire body tightening in anticipation. He wanted something deep inside him. Needed it, really.

Zane’s pained cry echoed through the room, causing Felix’s eyes to snap open just in time to see Asa breaching him without prep.

Felix took advantage, sinking onto Zane’s three fingers, using him to work himself open.

Zane’s head fell onto Avi’s leg as Asa yanked his hips back to meet every harsh thrust, setting a brutal pace that jostled the whole bed.

The movement traveled straight through Zane’s arm and into Felix, driving Zane’s fingers deeper with every thrust.

One body moving another, moving another.

Zane’s fingers glanced against that tiny bundle of nerves every third thrust, sending sharp bursts of pleasure through Felix that still weren’t fucking enough.

Felix couldn’t take it anymore.

He pulled free of Zane’s fingers, then moved a few inches back, slicking up Avi’s cock before settling over it.

For one breath, he hovered there, the blunt pressure of Avi against him making his thighs tremble. Then he sank down, groaning at the delicious stretch and burn of his husband inside him.

Finally.

Avi’s hands gripped Felix’s hips tightly, holding him in place so he could drive up into him a few times as the sound of skin slapping skin filled the room.

Zane wasn’t talking. Wasn’t even moaning anymore. He was deep in his subspace, just lying there, lids heavy, his body loose despite the force rocking through it, drunk off the feel of Asa’s cock driving into him.