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Colin shook his head automatically, then reconsidered. “I’m not that interested in topping,” he admitted.

“Noted.” Fox licked his lips, those mischievous fingers dancing along Colin’s skin, sending shivers down Colin’s spine. “Can I suck you off?”

And just like that, the blood was rushing south, Colin’s dick filling faster than he was used to. What was it about the two of them? Colin had never been turned on so quickly. It would have been embarrassing if he couldn’t feel their hunger like a palpable thing.

Fox eyed the now noticeable tent in Colin’s shorts. “Should I take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” Colin rasped.

Fox lifted his head, catching his brother’s eye. “Dane.”

And then a hand was in Colin’s hair, tipping his head back, and Dane’s lips were on his. Colin gasped in surprise, and Dane took advantage of the opening, his tongue delving in, plundering Colin’s mouth. For all Dane’s gentleness that night, his kiss washot and fierce and domineering as hell. He kissed Colin like he wanted to consume him, body and soul.

Colin lost himself to it, only vaguely aware of his shorts being pulled down his body, and then there was a soft, “Fuck.”

Dane lifted his mouth off Colin’s, leaving Colin gasping for air. “What?”

“He’s not wearing any underwear.” Colin looked down his body to see Fox cocking an eyebrow, Colin’s shorts in his hands. “Naughty lamb.”

His cheeks heated. “I was trying to sleep before I came downstairs.”

He was tempted to be self-conscious, now that he was lying on the couch with a shirt and no shorts, his hardening cock bobbing right in front of Fox’s face, but it was hard to concentrate on the feeling when Fox was already looking to Dane again. “How does he taste, brother?”

Dane tugged gently at Colin’s hair. “Fucking delicious.”

Colin moaned. Jesus. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Why was that so hot? Why was he now fully hard? He didn’t have time to think—to overthink—because Fox was cocking his chin at Dane, ordering, “Kiss him again.”

And then Colin was being devoured once more.

Strong hands were caressing his inner thighs, followed by the pressure of blunt teeth, gentle nips that had Colin squirming. A soft swipe of a warm tongue on the head of his cock.

He whimpered into Dane’s mouth.

Dane broke the kiss again, ignoring Colin’s mewling whine when he did, the way Colin tried to chase his lips. “He likes that.”

“Of course he does,” Fox purred, then did it again, licking at the weeping head of Colin’s cock.

Colin looked down again to see Fox kneeling between his legs, smirking up at him through his eyelashes. Holy shit. Colin’s hips jerked upwards, his cockhead brushing up against Fox’s mouth.

Then there was a hand in his hair again, and Dane was tilting his head to the side, nosing along his neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. “My turn to ask you, Fox,” Dane murmured. “How does he taste?”

“Just like you said. Fucking delicious.”

And then Fox’s mouth engulfed him completely, and Colin keened, his desperate cry cut off as Dane captured his mouth again.

Colin couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. It was all sensation. The heady scents enveloping him. The warm, wet mouths taking everything he had. Fox’s greedy sucking had him at the edge of orgasm faster than he’d ever been in his life, barring their bites the other night.

Had he really been worried he wasn’t going to be able to get turned on again?

Fox’s mouth popped off him without warning, and the cold air on his wet cock sent a shiver down Colin’s spine. There was the sound of clothing rustling, then Fox’s bossy directions. “Get your cock out, Dane. Show him how much we want him.”

Colin twisted his head as best he could to see Dane sliding his waistband down, following his brother’s directions. Colin’s mouth went dry in an instant. Jesus. That was a fuckingcock, rock-hard, the fat head an angry red to match the ruddy curls peeking out from Dane’s shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear either,” Colin said stupidly, staring at what he half believed was some apparition.

Dane didn’t even answer him, just started kissing him once more. And then Fox’s mouth was back on Colin’s cock, turning his brain to complete mush again. But now there were these…noises. The squelching sound of hands on tender skin. They were jerking off. Both of them. Colin couldn’t even feel guilty he wasn’t participating, because what could he do? They’d taken him over completely.

He blindly reached out with his right hand, placing it on Dane’s forearm, just to feel the rhythm—short, tight strokes filled with urgency.

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