Page 45 of Stealing the Merman

But why was Conall wearing his breeches? He had a thing for keeping his clothes on during sex, but the last time they’d fucked, after the raid gone wrong, he’d finally discarded his garments. And Darin wasn’t ready to regress.

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” Darin said, echoing Conall’s earlier words. He sat up and snuck his hands into Conall’s waistband. Hot skin burned his fingertips. He looked into Conall’s steel blue eyes as he pushed his breeches over his hips, palming his glutes. Conall grunted. He was all hard muscle underneath his breeches, and Darin dug his fingers into the firm flesh of his thighs. Conall offered no resistance as Darin freed him of his last piece of clothing, but his posture was rigid.

Darin pressed his naked front to Conall’s, whose body heat permeated him, and rested his head on his shoulder, breathing him in. Conall had never been one for affection, but to be this close to him, feeling him skin-to-skin, relieved Darin of the negative feeling nagging him since Shroud Cay. He gingerly wrapped his arms around Conall’s broad back, on guard for an adverse reaction. It didn’t come. Tension drained from Conall, and he sank one hand into his hair and cupped his ass with the other.

An audible sigh of relief fell from Darin’s lips. He snuggled closer until their erections pressed into each other’s bodies.

He listened to Conall’s heart beating steadily in his chest, and then Finn was there too, hugging him from behind. Trapped between two warm bodies, Darin was on the verge of spilling happy tears. He’d never been this close to two people at once. The double proximity untied a knot in his soul, and a broken sob escaped him as he held Conall tighter. Finn made a soothing sound and kissed his shoulder. Darin had never understood that this was what he truly craved. Until now. He’d looked for love, he’d wanted a family, people he belonged to. Maybe it all lay in the arms of these two men.

“Thank you, sir,” Darin said quietly, his lips brushing Conall’s skin as he spoke. “For taking me back.” His voice broke on the last word. “I’m sorry if I did something that angered you.”

Conall’s hands smoothed over his skin, through his hair. “You did nothing wrong.” His tone was sincere and somber, with a hint of pain.

Darin nodded and shuddered under the four hands roaming his body. They were stripping him of his inhibitions, of all shame. He didn’t care that the foyer was full of people, and some of them had to be watching. All that mattered was the feeling of being at home. It was the one thing he’d longed for and had never found.

He soaked in the warmth enveloping him. Firm muscle and silken skin enwrapped him, and his entire being responded, from his rejoicing heart over his soothed mind to his hardening cock. Not that he’d been flaccid before, but closeness, heat and emotional connection catapulted him to soaring heights, and his gratitude manifested in an ironclad erection.

He gave a grind and was rewarded with a shiver racing through his body as Finn’s cock slipped between his cheeks, and Conall gave a husky growl.

“We’re going to take you, boy,” Conall said, and Darin trembled in anticipation.

“Yes, sir.”

“Finn’s never penetrated anyone. His cock is longing to dive into a firm ass. Isn’t that right?”

Finn placed an open-mouthed kiss on Darin’s neck. “Yes.”

Darin’s head spun. Conall wasn’t only allowing them to touch, he was encouraging it. It said something about what happened in Shroud Cay, but Darin was too distracted to think about it. Finn’s cock rubbed his crack as he rolled his hips, and Darin slumped against Conall. He’d never been given a gift greater than this.

“Hands and knees,” Conall said and let go, extracting himself from Darin’s embrace.

Darin sank onto the mattress, ass in the air like a present for Finn, whose fingers roved his back, his waist, his thighs. Conall stretched out next to him and laced a hand into Darin’s hair. “You’re going to be a good boy for us, aren’t you.” It wasn’t a question.

“Yes, sir.”

“In front of all those people.” Conall nodded toward the hall below. “They’ll watch as we use you. And your moans are going to tell them how good we make you feel.”

Darin’s gaze drifted over the colossal entrance hall. Most men were busy fucking into a willing hole, but some were indeed watching what was happening on the landing—mainly while fucking. Darin flushed and he wanted to turn, but Conall’s grip on his hair forced him to look. Finn’s hands spread his cheeks.

“See how they’re looking at you?” Conall asked. “They see your pretty blush, your hard cock. And they’re going to watch all the dirty things Finn will do to you.”

Hot breath caressed his opening, and Darin mentally prepared, but he wasn’t ready for that slick tongue giving him a broad stroke. Against his will, he let loose a shout of delight. Heat shot into his face, crept into his ears and spread over his chest.

“Good boy,” Conall said hot against his ear. “Let them know how much you’re enjoying this.”

Darin felt a rush at the praise and didn’t hold back when Finn flicked his opening. He broke out into unrestrained, filthy moans in time with each lick. His cock twitched, silently begging for a firm hand to wrap around it. He knew it wouldn’t come.

The tip of Finn’s tongue teased the most depraved sounds out of him. The circles around his entrance and the licks across his taint drove him wild.

“F-Finn…” Darin moaned when his tongue wormed inside of him. His jaw dropped, and his breathing accelerated. Finn massaged his inner walls, probing and nudging. Darin keened at the onslaught of sensations, and the strangled noise turned into a scream when Conall grabbed and twisted his nipples.

Darin didn’t know what to pay attention to as a multitude of impressions buzzed through him. He wanted to move, to squirm, but Finn’s hands on his hips held him steady, and Conall brutally wrung his nipples when he dared to move too much. And so he remained still, his curses his only outlet.

Finn’s tongue darted in and out, and Darin dropped his head. It brought him in line of sight with his cockhead.

Precum was beading at the slit, forming a thick, translucent blob. Finn flicked his insides, and Darin’s legs quaked. That was enough to dislodge the pearl, and it dripped onto the mattress in a thin, long streak.

“You’re making a mess,” Conall said. It sounded like praise.

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