Page 65 of It Takes Three To Tango

“And we brought wine.” Constantin holds up the bottles as proof.

“Now you’re talking.” He opens his door wider to let us in.

When I do get to put the tray down, I pull him into a hug, feeling better the instant he’s in my arms. Constantin wraps his arms around us both, enveloping us in his warmth.

“Do you want to talk about it?” I ask when we pull apart.

Florencio sighs. “I guess I always knew my family didn’t really care that much for me, but to have it confirmed. . . it hurts.” He rubs his chest as if easing away a physical pain.

There’s the sound of a cork popping as Constantin opens a bottle of wine.

“Now that’s a welcome noise,” Florencio says with a smile and accepts the glass of wine Constantin holds out for him.

I flip through my phone and select “Anything Goes” from the musical. I have no great singing voice, but I try anyway, and Florencio joins in.

By the time we’ve drunk the first bottle of wine, we’ve sung our way through half the songs ofChicago,West Side Story,Cabaret, andGypsy. The only one of us who can actually sing well is Constantin. He disappears to his room and returns with his guitar before playing a beautiful rendition of “Some Enchanted Evening” fromSouth Pacificin his rich baritone.

As Constantin opens the second bottle, I try “Don’t Rain On My Parade” fromFunny Girl, but I’m no Barbra Streisand, so I just end up collapsing on the bed in a fit of giggles. Florencio throws himself down next to me and turns his head to look at me.

“This is fun, thank you,” he says, and I’m pleased to see the sparkle has returned to his soft brown eyes. “But do you know what would make it even better?”

“We make Con do aFull Montyroutine for us?” I suggest and see Constantin scowl slightly, which sets off more giggles.

Florencio tips his head back and laughs. “That would be priceless, but it’s not what I had in mind.” He jumps up from the bed and retrieves some of the boxes he brought back from the collection yesterday. I raise myself up as he sits back down next to me and hands me a slim white box.

“Wearing silk always makes me feel special, and I thought it might make you feel it too. I chose this for you.”

I slowly prise the lid off the box and unfurl the tissue paper. I lift out a pair of shorts and a camisole in the deepest midnight blue. The silk is soft in my fingers and I instinctively hold it to my face, wanting to feel the softness against my skin.

“I... I’ve never worn anything like this,” I stammer, suddenly unsure of myself.

“You’re sometimes strangely hesitant for someone who wants to experience everything,” he says softly and without judgement. He brushes a curl of hair away from my face, a gesture which makes my heart burst from the sweet understanding. I look down at the lingerie and run my fingers over it. What would it feel like against my body? I look over at Constantin, and he’s poised, holding his breath, but his eyes are dark and swirling in a way that I’ve come to recognise as lust. It’s the same way he looked when this was suggested in the dressing room, and a warmth stirs in my groin again.

“Okay, I’ll try it on,” I say and see Constantin take a breath. “What will you wear?” I ask Florencio.

He opens the lid of the box he has on his lap. It’s the dark red set he first found in the dressing room, and the colour is perfect for him.

I peel off my clothes and slip on the shorts and camisole. I’m not given any time to feel self-conscious as I’m crushed by Constantin’s arms, his lips devouring mine, hands runningover my body. All my blood drains south, and my cock hardens from his touch. I move against him, and he shoves a thigh between my legs. He cups my arse and lifts me slightly, pulling me hard against his solid thigh as he kisses me deeper.

“You look stunning,” he growls, as he disengages his mouth from mine. His eyes alight on Florencio, who is now adorned in dark red silk. With his other hand, he pulls Florencio in and kisses him just as voraciously as I still grind against his leg, his hand kneading my butt cheek. He disentangles himself and I feel the loss of the friction keenly.

“Will you dance for me?” His voice is low and husky. I don’t know if my knees can hold me up enough to dance, but Florencio grabs my hand.

Constantin takes his guitar and starts a slow tango song.

I face Florencio, and as I move into a close hold, he whispers, “You’re so beautiful.” Before kissing me in a long, languid kiss that makes me feel boneless. I’m not sure how I’m supposed to dance now. But we move slowly, Florencio holding me expertly, and I recover my composure. We step together, back, side, pivot,ocho—everything I’ve learned so far. We’ve started to add in more kicks and a couple of lifts, which we incorporate. Florencio sets a different sequence, which seems to flow in a sensual way, and I get lost in each movement, in the beautiful guitar music and Florencio’s arms, his eyes, and his smile.

When we come to a stop, his eyes are on mine, making me feel beautiful and special in a way I’ve never experienced before. I want him to keep looking like that at me forever. I want to claim it as mine.

“I want to make love to you,” I whisper, and his smile widens as his answer. I walk him to the bed and lay him across it, crawling over him and settling between his legs. He looks divine, and I run my hands up his chest, pushing thesilk out of the way as I want to kiss every inch of his skin. I continue up, capturing his full lips for a long kiss before working my way back down again, kissing and sucking across his rib cage. I reach the treasure trail of dark hair that leads below the waistband of the silk shorts.

“These are going to have to come off,” I murmur, and he lifts so I can slide them down. Keeping hold of one leg, I press a kiss to his ankle, then trail up the inside of his leg, licking into the joint between his leg and pelvis. I run my tongue over his balls, taking one into my mouth, enjoying how he groans with pleasure. I slowly trace my tongue from the base to the tip of his cock. I lave my tongue across his slit to taste his precum before sucking in the head and bobbing up and down a few times. I pop off the end and sit back to gaze at him. The look is still there, his soft eyes and glistening lips, and I can’t think of a more beautiful sight right now.

I feel a warm hand brush down my back. Constantin. I tip my head back to look up at him. I reach up and pull his head down to mine, feeling the need to kiss him too. He lifts my top up and over my head. I push my own shorts down, taking them off, exposing my arse to Constantin, and he kisses each cheek before running a tongue up my crease. I stop for a minute, enjoying his attention on my pucker.

“Fuck, what a view,” Florencio breathes, and the thought of Constantin flicking his tongue in and out of my hole while I’m balls deep in Florencio is so overwhelmingly hot I nearly come from each touch of his tongue against my rim. With as much self-control as I can muster, I pull away. “Another time,” I whisper. That’s something to look forward to, but this is my first time, and I want to savour every moment with Florencio.

He runs his hands up my back and kisses the top of my head as I settle back on my heels. A few seconds later, he hands me lube and a condom. I rip the packet with my teethand roll the condom over my leaking tip. I coat a couple of fingers in lube and push against Florencio’s pucker.

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