Page 35 of Colin

Colin settled back against him, loving the firm hold around him more than he’d like to admit. He opened the comic to the first page. “So this is Eddie…”

They’d started in on the second comic of the evening when something shifted. Fox relaxed fully against the headboard, tightening his arms around Colin at the same time. “Dane’s coming back,” he said softly.

“You can tell?”

“I can tell.”

Colin grinned down at his comic. “So fucking cool.”

He started to turn the page, but suddenly Fox’s hands were…wandering. A soft brush against Colin’s chest. A stroke of Colin’s thigh.

Colin shifted, his ass brushing against something firm. He coughed out a laugh. “Relief makes you horny, huh?”

“Having you on my lap makes me horny,” Fox corrected in a purr. “I was just distracted from it before. Tell me, little lamb: does it take two of us to turn you on?”

There wasn’t any judgment in the question—only curiosity—so Colin took it at face value. “I don’t know,” he answered after a moment. “I don’t think so.”

He was guessing the answer was probably no, considering Fox’s focused touch already had his dick half-hard in his shorts.

Fox’s hand gripped his chin, turning Colin’s head toward his. “Shall we find out?”

And then his mouth was slamming down, claiming Colin’s in a kiss.

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Finally, Fox was getting to taste Colin’s mouth. He’d been dying to ever since the night before, when he’d looked up, his mouth around the human’s leaking cock, to see Dane losing himself in the pleasure of it.

It had already been some sort of divine, having Colin all warm and pliant in his lap. For someone who didn’t seem used to much physical affection of any kind, their prickly little human sank into it easily enough.

Or maybe he only did that with Fox and Dane?

Oh fuck. That was a delicious thought. If that was the case, Fox was willing to take a kind of feral pride in that.

But as heavenly as a lap full of Colin was, it was nothing compared to a lap full of Colin whimpering into Fox’s mouth, his hands clutching Fox’s forearms, his nails digging in as he let himself be devoured. He tasted like the bitter coffee he was always drinking, combined with something fresh and sweet that was all him.

It was an awkward angle, and it wasn’t long before Colin had dropped his comic on the bed, twisting in Fox’s arms to straddle his legs, sucking on Fox’s tongue like a man possessed.

So it didn’t take two of them to turn him on, after all. Good to know. Fucking fantastic, actually. Although, it would have been fine if it did. Whatever Colin needed to reach the overwhelming peak he craved, Fox would give it to him.

He was so full of surprises, their human. This innate sensuality crushed by his past disappointments with sex, for one. And then there had been the revelation of watching Colin with his father. For all that Colin gave off the impression of a prickly loner, there was real loyalty there. And a deep, aching love anyone could see. It was clear his standing lunchtime appointments with his father weren’t some sort of reluctant obligation. He cared. He worried.

And now Fox wanted that loyalty, that care…maybe even that love. He wanted it for him and Dane. Wanted to be one of the few people in Colin’s life who’d earned it. He craved it as fiercely as he craved the taste of blood. Eagerly. Selfishly.

We’re going to keep him, he thought, licking into Colin’s mouth.

His devil purred its agreement. It had wanted to keep this lanky human since the moment he’d stepped onto their porch—just lock him in their lair and never let him go.

Fox broke the kiss, trying to remind himself that humans needed to breathe sometimes. He kissed along Colin’s neck, down to his collarbone, growling in frustration at the fabric in his way. He tugged and tore until the shirt opened for him, buttons scattering onto the comforter.

Colin leaned back from him, a frown on his face. Fuck, he looked good. Panting and flushed from Fox’s kiss. Even his scowl was delectable.

“Dude. What the fuck?”

Fox shrugged, tugging the rest of the shirt off Colin’s shoulders, revealing so much delicious bare skin to his gaze. “Moment of passion.”

“You two may wear the same interchangeable bro tanks every day, but I choose my clothes with care, asshole.”

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