Page 5 of Kylan

Leon held him tighter.

“Does this feel good, boy?” Leon asked.

“Yes,” he cried.

“You like it when your daddies do this to you, don’t you, boy?”

He whined, an almost-sob. “Yes.”

Leon’s eyes never left mine. “I think our boy is about to come,” he murmured. “His cock is hard, rubbing against mine.”

“I’m gonna come soon,” I whispered. “He feels so good. Love fucking your come into him. Turns me on so much.”

Leon’s sultry smirk curled my insides, warm and lovely. “God, I fucking love you,” he murmured. “Love watching you fuck him. Love it when he’s between us like this.”

Kylan cried out, his small body stiffening and shuddering between us as he came. His arse clenched around my cock, milking me, and it brought me undone. Too much pleasure, too many sensations, so much love in Leon’s eyes as he watched me come.

I thrust into Kylan hard, holding his hips firm, and pumped my load deep inside him. I collapsed on top of him, his body wracked with aftershocks and soft whimpers, ragged breathing, and Leon’s hands on my sides, in my hair.

I never felt closer to Leon than I did in that moment. In every moment like this. When we shared Kylan, whenwe watched each other. The eye contact, the indulgence, the hedonism.

And sweet, sweet Kylan . . .

He was limp and pliable, sated and adored.

I pulled out of him and ran my hands over his back before kissing his shoulder. “Are you okay there, sweet boy?”

He chuckled out a sigh. “Yes, daddy. Never better, daddy.”

Leon stroked Kylan’s hair. “You made a mess on me, boy.”

“Sorry, daddy,” he replied. “I couldn’t help it. It feels so good when you press me between you. When you both want me at the same time.”

I sat back on my haunches and spread his arse cheeks. He was well used, and the mix of our come was leaking out.

“So beautiful.” My spent cock twitched. “Fuck, I almost wanna go again.”

“I’ll take more, daddy,” Kylan said. “Whenever you want me.”

Twenty years ago, I would have. I’d have fucked him three or four times in one night. But as willing as I was, forty-seven-year-old me wasn’t as capable.

Leon chuckled and lifted Kylan’s chin, bringing him in for a kiss. “Greedy boy.”

Kylan nodded. “I want to make you happy,” he said earnestly.

“You do, darling,” I murmured. “But we should shower, clean us all up.”

I knew Leon wouldn’t love having that come dry on his skin. Not that he was a neat freak or a germaphobe. He just preferred to be tidy, organised, and clean.

I helped Kylan kneel on the bed, and I held his hand as he climbed off and got to his feet. I lifted his chin and kissed him softly. “You’re such a good boy.”

He preened. “Thank you, daddy.”

Then I held out my hand for Leon, and as he sat on the edge of the bed, I brought his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. “My king.”

He laughed as he stood up, kissing me soundly. “My king,” he said back to me. Then he kissed Kylan. “And our pretty princess.”

He revelled in our praise.

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