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Felix laughed softly at Zane’s candor, pulling back to look at his hazy eyes and flushed cheeks. He was always much more forthcoming about his wants when he had a little liquid courage in his bloodstream.

Felix pushed him onto his back, settling between his thighs, then splayed a hand over Zane’s flat belly.

“If Asa had the ability to knock you up, he’d keep you barefoot and pregnant twenty-four-seven like some 1950s housewife.”

“Yeah,” Zane sighed wistfully. “It would be so nice.”

Felix snorted, nosing Zane’s head to the side to kiss along his jaw. “Are you really okay with Avi fucking you?”

Zane moaned, baring more of his throat for Felix to explore.

So, he did. He pressed his lips to the fingerprint-shaped bruises on his throat, the bite mark that was now a permanent scar on his shoulder, the hickey Avi had sucked onto Zane’s clavicle just last night while Asa had his legs in the air.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?” he asked, sounding a little far away, his fingers spasming in Felix’s thick hair when Felix licked over a pert nipple.

“You would be violating your own rule,” Felix reminded him, sinking his teeth into his pec until Zane hissed in pain, teasing the tight peak with his tongue, then his teeth until he was squirming. “You were pretty adamant once upon a time that you didn’t want any dick inside you but Asa’s.”

“That was a long time ago,” Zane said. “It’s different now.”

“How?” Felix asked, dipping to give his other nipple the same treatment, feeling him jolt from the pain.

“Because Avi is…important to me. He’s part of us,” Zane said, his voice a little distant and dreamy.

He always got like this when the adrenaline kicked in, the sensation pulling him toward subspace like an anchor dragging him under, making his thoughts and words hazy.

Felix had never seen anyone who fell so fast.

Pain could get Zane there frighteningly fast. A sharp little shortcut straight through all the noise in his head. Even with Felix.

“Still, I don’t want you to think we’re pressuring you,” Felix said, pressing an open kiss to his sternum, then just below his belly button. “You know Avi wouldn’t care if you weren’t okay with it. We can still do this the usual way. It doesn’t have to change.”

Zane tugged on Felix’s hair, forcing him upward until they were eye to eye again. “Avi’s had his fingers, lips, and tongue inside me. He’s let me come down his throat. I’ve choked on his cock just like I have yours and Asa’s. Why would his dick be this magical line I don’t want to cross?”

“It has been for years,” Felix reminded him softly, stroking Zane’s cheek, studying his face for any hint that he didn’t want this.

Zane’s gaze drifted to the ceiling above, his cheeks flushing a deeper scarlet. “Not really. I wanted to change the rule forever ago, but I didn’t know how to bring it up. I didn’t even know if you’d want that. In the beginning, I had this idea that if I let you or Avi fuck me, Asa would think I was used goods…or that he didn’t mean as much to me anymore. I know now that isn’t true.”

Felix leaned down to bite the tip of Zane’s nose, then licked it. “Nobody would ever think that about you, especially not Asa. He’s obsessed with you.”

A heavy weight draped over Felix’s back. He knew it was Asa by scent.

It was confirmed when Asa peered over his shoulder, his rich voice a low rumble in Felix’s ear as he said, “It’s true. You have me wrapped around your little finger, Lois. You could make me do almost anything for you.”

Zane gazed up at his husband with stars in his eyes.

Asa was naked, the heat of his skin searing Felix’s own, his unnecessarily large cock pressing against the cleft of his ass as he lazily rocked his hips against him.

Felix dipped his head, biting Zane’s nipple once more, then stroking over both with his thumbs, feeling the way Zane’s hips kicked beneath him.

“Maybe we should get you pierced, baby,” Felix murmured, pinching the slightly swollen buds hard until Zane cried out.

Asa growled low at the words, his teeth sinking into Felix’s shoulder until he moaned.

“Fuck, yeah. Would you like that, Lois? Imagine how good it would feel when we were tugging on them, licking over them. You’d look so hot—well, you’re always hot, but hotter—with your nipples pierced.”

“I would,” Zane said, his breaths coming faster at the thought. “You know I would do whatever you want. I just want you to be happy.”

The bed dipped, and Avi appeared, turning Zane’s face to him and capturing his mouth in a kiss that was surprisingly soft. “We know, Zaney. You always make us happy. You’re such a good boy for us.”