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“Beautiful,” Dane murmured. “Beautiful, beautiful.”

“Jesus,” Colin half laughed, half gasped, his hands braced on Dane’s shoulders. “How much whiskey did that guy have?”

“Don’t need whiskey to think you’re beautiful,” Dane insisted. He grabbed Colin’s face with his hands, bringing their foreheads together. “You feel so good on my dick. Do you?” he asked. “Feel good?”

Colin kissed him tenderly. His eyes were soft again, half-lidded with arousal. “I feelsogood. Even better if you moved, huh?”

Right. Their fierce, independent, moody human who liked to be manhandled in the bedroom. Dane could do that. He let go of Colin’s face and grabbed onto his hips, bringing him up and slamming him back down, moving him exactly the way he craved.

Colin’s breath stuttered into a moan. “Oh—oh fffuck.”

Fox had collapsed on the couch beside them, staring at Colin with his head resting on his elbow, his other hand stroking his hard cock. When had he gotten naked? “Not so gentle now, is he?” he crooned. “You got him all worked up, slayer.”

Dane ignored him, bouncing Colin on his cock. He fucking loved this, loved the way he was enveloped by all things Colin—his beautiful face hanging over him, mouth slack and eyes glassy; his desert smell all around him, soaking into his veryskin; and his tight fucking heat, sucking Dane’s cock inside over and over again.

He let go of Colin’s hips, wrapping his arms up and over his shoulders, holding him down while he punched his hips up. He lost himself in it, knowing he wasn’t going to last as long as he wanted. His balls were already tight and heavy, and every thrust put him closer to the edge. “Gonna come inside you,” he growled. “Gonna fill you the fuck up.”

Colin whined his agreement, tucking his head into Dane’s neck and biting down with blunt teeth. Hard. Fire licked up Dane’s spine, and he came, emptying into Colin’s warm, willing body.

Heaven on fucking earth.

A rush of cold air hit his skin as Colin was lifted off him. “Hey,” he protested. Colin’s cock was still hard. Shouldn’t Dane be taking care of that? He could put his mouth on it. When his bones worked again, that was.

But Fox didn’t give him back. “My turn,” he insisted, plopping Colin on his knees, facing backward next to Dane on the couch. “It won’t take long. That was hot as fuck.” He pressed a kiss to Colin’s shoulder. “That okay with you, baby?”

“Fuck, yes,” Colin said on a sigh, resting his head on his arms.

Fox smacked his ass lightly. “That’s what I thought. Ass out, little lamb. Keep your arms on the back of the couch.” Dane watched as he entered Colin from behind in one smooth thrust, groaning deeply. “Fuck. You’re wet.”

That made Colin squirm, although he followed Fox’s instructions and kept his arms where they were. “Jesus. I’m notwet.”

Fox started moving. “You are, slayer. Wet and full of cum. Just as our kept slut should be.” He wrapped a hand around Colin’s cock, stroking once over the head. “Feels fucking amazing.”

Apparently that was all it took. Dane watched, mesmerized, as Colin’s dick pulsed and he came against the back of the couch, whimpering into his hands.

What a good fucking boy.

Dane hummed his approval and occupied himself by pressing closemouthed kisses onto Colin’s arm, half listening to the sounds of Fox frantically fucking himself to the finish line.

When he pulled out however long later, Colin started to collapse against the cushions, into a heap, so Dane tugged him back to fall onto him instead, trusting Fox would get what they needed to clean off.

He tucked Colin in close and glanced at the cum now coating the back cushions. Maybe the couch would need a cleaning before it could go to the good things museum.

Colin nuzzled into him, soft and sweet in the aftermath of what they’d done to him. “You’re cute when you’re tipsy,” he murmured. “You know that?”

Dane ran a hand down Colin’s sweat-slicked back. “We just did our best to fuck you into a coma. That’s notcute.”

“It’s kind of cute.”

Dane could feel himself sobering up—the effects never lasted long. It was kind of a pity, if Colin really thought he was cute like this. But he’d gotten some mind-blowing sex out of it, at least. Had gotten to tell Colin he—

Dane stiffened. Wait, what exactlyhadhe told Colin?

Before he could ask, the doorbell rang.

eighteen

Colin

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