Page 45 of It Takes Three To Tango

“But I’ve always liked... Oh.” Rafe giggles as he processes what he’s just said.

“Anyway, what person works through siesta?” Constantin asks.

“You don’t have siestas.” Rafe grins.

“Not yet, but when it gets warmer I do.”

“Really?” Rafe looks like he’s waiting for the punchline.

“Siestas are so good. They’re a chance to rest, or to spend time together.”

“We could make our own version,” I suggest.

“Like how?” Rafe tilts his head to one side.

“Come over here and I’ll show you.”

Rafe moves some of the pictures out of the way and crawls over to me, kneeling between my legs.

“Like this?” he asks.

“Closer,” I say, and he leans forward. He puts his hands on my shoulders and looks at me with his beautiful smile before I pull him into a kiss. It’s needy, and I open my mouth, inviting him in, loving how he responds. His tongue finds mine and they tangle together. I place a hand on the back of his head, deepening the kiss. I feel Constantin shift position on the couch. His hand is still in my hair, his touch becoming electric the more we kiss.

Rafe pulls back, catching his breath. His eyes are soft and dreamy, his lips wet and glistening. His gaze shifts up to Constantin, and in the next second, he kneels up to kiss him too. His groin is right in front of me and my cock starts to thicken in response. His T-shirt lifts, exposing a strip of creamy skin. It’s more than I’m capable of resisting and I press a kiss to it. He stretches a little, and I lay open-mouthed kisses across his stomach. I slip a finger into the waistband of his shorts, running it around the top, and I feel him shiver a little. I tip my head back to look up at them. Constantin is right, itishot to watch them. I’m getting harder by thesecond, and judging by the bulge in Rafe’s shorts, I’m not the only one.

Rafe breaks off and looks down at me. I tug a little at the waistband.

“Can I?”

His nod is all the encouragement I need. I ease his shorts down over his hips, freeing his cock. I quickly glance back up to see Rafe attack Constantin with his mouth again. His cock juts out at me. It’s long and slim and pretty much perfect like the rest of him. A bead of precum forms at the tip, and I moisten my lips, gently licking it off with my tongue. I hear a little moan and that spurs me on to swirl my tongue round the head before taking the tip into my mouth. He makes another sound, and the thought of him moaning against Con’s mouth in response to what I’m doing to him makes me rock hard. I run my hands along his arse, pushing his shorts down further. I squeeze his cheeks and pull him closer, engulfing the whole of him. My nose hits the golden hair at the base and I catch his citrus and vanilla smell, inhaling deeply. I have a fleeting desire to shower with him so I can wash him all over in it. His hips lurch and he thrusts into me. I suck him deeper, helping him find a rhythm as I play my tongue round the base of his cock until his thrusts become too fast. I let him drive into me, fucking my mouth over and over. I become aware of something pressing on the back of my neck; Constantin is as rigid as I am. I shouldn’t find that a turn-on, but I do. Rafe’s abs tighten, and his buttocks tense under my hands. I play my fingers over his crease as he arches his back and cries out, cum hitting the back of my throat. I hold him there until he starts to sag, and his softening cock slips out.

He manages to hoist himself up onto the couch, lolling against the back, his face blissed out.

“That was . . . That was . . .” He stops stuttering and justsmiles. I climb off the floor, my cock aching and desperate for relief. Constantin smiles and I straddle his lap. I reach down and run my hand over his bulge. I was right, he is hard.

“Do you want me to take care of that?” I ask.

“I want you to.” He smiles and pulls his shorts down. His cock is thick and framed by dense black hair. I lick my lips despite myself. He tugs me forward and I lift slightly to take my shorts over my hips. He swipes a thumb through my precum, lifting it to his mouth to taste. His eyes glisten and he smiles, then he draws me closer with a hand on my hip until his cock is lined up against mine. His large hand envelops both of us and he starts stroking up and down. Our combined precum doesn’t quite provide enough lube, so I spit on my fingers and smear it over our tips, letting his fingers work it down. I roll my hips, going with the movement, enjoying the friction of him moving against me.

“Holy fuck!” Rafe’s eyes are wide as he watches us disappear and reappear in Constantin’s hand. I reach for him, and he kisses me before dragging his eyes back to where I’m about to spill all over Constantin’s hand.

“Gonna come,” I utter, feeling the familiar tingle in my spine. I tense, trying to hold off as long as possible.

“Yeah,” Constantin says and comes with the next stroke of his hand. I let myself go and follow his release with my own a few seconds later.

I slip off his lap onto the couch, Rafe shifting a little to allow me to sit between them.

None of us speak for a spell. I’m too spent and need a minute. Constantin’s head is thrown back, and he looks relaxed.

Eventually, the silence is broken by Rafe.

“Well, that was fucking hot.”

Constantin laughs. “I said siestas were good.”

“We found this when we were clearing the last of the rubble.” The building foreman hands me an ornate box that I instantly recognise.

“Thank you.” I try to sound casual, but I hug it close to myself protectively. I listen to the rest of his progress report with only half an ear, my thumb playing over the corner of the box lid that looks to have been broken.

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