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Zane made a desperate sound at Avi’s words, his hands gripping Avi’s ass like he wanted him even deeper, like he had to prove the veracity of Avi’s words.

Felix tried to concentrate on sucking Zane off, but Asa was driving him mad. He had his thumbs hooked on either side of Felix’s rim, tugging him open painfully until Felix cried out.

That seemed to be what Asa wanted.

He slapped Felix’s ass cheek hard enough to force Zane’s cock deeper into his mouth. Felix shivered as Asa spit inside his hole, then fucked his soft tongue in and out, sending sparks through him with each pass.

Felix moaned around Zane’s cock, which, in turn, made Zane whine around Avi’s, creating this sexual feedback loop that had all of them growing needier by the second.

Asa’s hand snaked between Felix’s legs, taking his length in hand and jerking him roughly in time with each thrust. Soon, Felix wasn’t even sucking Zane anymore, just drooling onto his cock, his own pleasure overwhelming him.

Zane didn’t seem to mind. He was thrusting up into Felix’s mouth almost without thought.

“Enough,” Avi gasped, pulling Zane off him, a trail of saliva connecting his length to Zane’s swollen bottom lip. “If you keep going, I’m gonna end up coming down your throat, and I really want to see you take my cock, Zaney. I’ve been fantasizing about it forever.”

Zane stared up at him, his eyes wide and wet.

“Okay,” he rasped, his voice wrecked.

Asa’s tongue disappeared, and Felix mourned the loss.

He helped Zane sit up so they could get out of the way, watching as Asa and Avi sat back against the headboard, both of them stroking themselves lazily as they stared at the two of them.

Zane sat between Felix’s spread knees, his back to Felix’s chest. Felix took it as an opportunity to capture his nipples between his thumb and forefinger, pinching them until Zane cried out.

“Lube,” Felix said.

Asa tossed him the tube from the side table beside him.

Felix opened it and squirted some onto his fingers, dipping his hand between them to circle Zane’s hole.

Fuck.

It was so hot how Zane was always a little swollen down there, like Asa never gave him a moment’s peace.

Asa loved using him hard. Like a toy. Never gentle unless Zane needed him to be, never easy when Zane was begging for anything but. And Zane fucking adored him for it.

It was their language. One Felix understood even if he spoke it differently.

Felix slipped one long finger inside all the way to the third knuckle, brushing his inner walls just right. A sharp cry fell from Zane’s lips as he grazed his prostate.

“Another,” Zane panted, impatience soaking his voice. “I can take another. Half the time, Asa doesn’t even prep me.”

Asa smirked, crooning, “You make me sound like a monster, Lois.”

“You are a monster,” Zane said, letting his head fall back to rest on Felix’s shoulder. “Just look at me.”

Asa did look, his dark gaze perusing Zane’s injuries with satisfaction.

Felix gave Zane what he wanted, forcing three fingers inside without warning, causing Zane’s back to bow in pain, a yelp escaping him in surprise.

He’d almost feel bad if he couldn’t see the way Zane’s cock oozed, pearly beads of cum dripping onto their sheets. Both Avi and Asa growled at the sound. They loved when Zane hurt for them.

Felix would be lying if he said he didn’t like it, too. He roughly punched his fingers in and out of Zane’s entrance, curling them on every third or fourth pass until Zane was making so much noise, he sounded like he was in a bad porn movie.

Only Felix knew Zane wasn’t faking it.

“I think you’re good,” Felix managed, his voice strained as he carefully slipped free of the tight clutch of Zane’s body.