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Asa would have mocked him, would have made him cry and beg, would have taunted him…and Zane would have loved it. He would have been leaking from it.

But Felix?

There was a smile in his voice as he crooned, “I know you do, baby. I love touching you. Always so good for me. So pretty and sweet. My soft baby.”

He wrapped his warm palm around Zane’s cock and gave it a squeeze.

“Mm, my hard baby,” he corrected, stroking him lazily. “Fuck. I missed you. I missed this.” His voice went softer. “Promise me we’ll never stop doing this.”

Zane finally cracked open his bleary eyes at Felix’s breathless urging, giving him a sleepy smile when he realized Felix was staring down at him, his heart feeling so full.

How could he love them all so much but so differently? “I promise. We’ll never stop. I’ll need you forever. Want you to touch me forever.”

“Good. That’s good. So good,” Felix murmured, watching himself jerk Zane, his pink tongue poking from the corner of his mouth like he was concentrating.

Fuck, he was beautiful like this.

He wore a navy-blue silk robe with orange birds of paradise all over it—they’d bought it on their trip to Paris—his smooth chest exposed to show the Mulvaney tattoo on his sternum, his long, dark hair flowing in waves to brush just past his shoulders.

Soft and beautiful and familiar.

“Oh, fuck, Lix, feels so good,” he moaned, eyes closing once more, working himself into Felix’s dry fist.

Felix made an ambiguous noise, giving a few more strokes before his hand disappeared. Zane whined, opening his eyes again to give Felix a pout. When Felix saw it, he giggled, shifting upwards to smack a hard kiss on his lips. “Don’t sulk. You’ll like this next part even better. Just close your eyes and relax. I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Felix slid down the bed once more, lying on his stomach between Zane’s legs, pressing a soft kiss to his inner thigh. Zane did as he was told, closing his eyes again. It was always a little more intense when he couldn’t see what came next. Felix dropped a kiss to his knee, bit gently at each thigh, dragged his teeth over the skin of his hip bones, then ran his tongue along the underside of Zane’s cock.

Zane gave another contented sigh, waiting for Felix’s mouth to close over his aching erection. Instead, the hand disappeared altogether, leaving Zane feeling untethered. He whined his displeasure.

“Open your legs for me, Zaney, nice and wide,” Felix said, voice soft but leaving no room for argument. Not that he’d ever argue with that.

He did what Felix asked, then bent his knees and planted his heels on the mattress, waiting, his breaths coming quicker from the anticipation. Zane didn’t know what he’d been expecting—fingers, maybe—but when Felix palmed his ass and spread him open, the last thing he expected was the broad sweep of his tongue across his abused hole.

He sucked in a sharp breath, eyes flying open.

Zane curled upwards just enough to look down at Felix’s head. “You can’t. I haven’t… We didn’t… Asa…you know…” Zane didn’t know how to say he was still stuffed full of his husband’s cum from the numerous times he’d bred him last night without sounding dirty. They’d taken a bath, but then they’d had sex again after…more than once. His hand fell to his belly. “I’m still so full.”

“Oh, I know,” Felix murmured, voice raw with lust. “I can see it leaking out of you. Did he fuck you so good, baby? Did he fill you up all night?” Felix asked, sounding a little awestruck, his thumb pressing against his rim, like he was trying to milk it out of Zane. “Fuck, baby, there’s so much.”

“Oh, fuck,” Zane moaned. “You don’t have to… You can just use your fingers, maybe?”

“Shh,” Felix said. “You’re supposed to just lie back, remember? Be good for me. Okay? Can you do that?”

Zane let his head fall back against the pillow, throwing a hand over his eyes, waiting for Felix to slide his fingers inside of him. He could be good for him. Instead, Felix tipped Zane’s hips upwards, spreading him wider before his lips closed over Zane’s rim, sucking at his entrance.

Holy fuck.

Felix was… Oh, God.

This was so dirty, so wrong.

They both groaned, the vibrations against Zane’s most vulnerable spot causing goosebumps to erupt along his skin.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

He lifted his head to look down at Felix once more, but Felix had his eyes closed, a blissed-out expression on his face, like eating Zane’s ass was some kind of holy experience.

Zane had to admit, he was feeling rapturous. Felix was so fucking good at this.