Page 92 of Trevor Takes Care

“Iwalked Ellie,” Trevor informed him. “You promised to, then slept through her frantic whining.” Sky winced. Trevor had no sympathy. “Should I walk you?”

Sky shook his head so vigorously a small portion of excess chain hit the wall.

Trevor looked to the door when G.G. slipped in, out of breath and red in the face. He’d grabbed the thick leather collar, as if he anticipated also being chained to the wall.

Trevor concealed his pleased smile so he could get back to torturing Sky.

“Are you sure, Sky? You don’t want to go for walkies in the backyard?”

Sky shook his head again. “Please. I’m sorry, Trevor. Sir. Please.”

He was beautiful.

“Please?” Trevor echoed anyway. He considered the timer and G.G. waiting uncertainly by the island. He looked back at Sky. “Are you still hungry, Sky baby?”

The shudder that went through Sky at the return of his softer nickname made Trevor burn from head to toe.

It might have been that, or the threat of walkies, but Sky watched Trevor intently over his glasses and answered hopefully, “Are you going to feed me, Sir?”

“I don’t know if you’ve earned that,” Trevor told him, tipping his head to the side without looking away from him. “Come here, G.G.”

In sweatpants, socks, and a collar, G.G. was a vision of domesticity and smut. Trevor tugged him forward by the collar’s D-ring to give him the kiss he deserved, sloppy and slow, with a bite to his bottom lip that made him groan.

“Sky isn’t sure that he’s hungry,” Trevor said against G.G.’s mouth. Sky might have protested. Trevor ignored his indignant noises, giving G.G. a harder kiss before pulling back. “Let’s find out if he is. Get to your knees, Gigi.”

Sky was definitely making some kind of noises, objections or pleas. Trevor watched G.G. sink down, trained enough by now to know Trevor would want him on the cushion as well. He had to squish in next to Sky because Sky wasn’t budging. Both of their gazes were fixed on Trevor.

Trevor had never been more grateful Sky had led him to this, even if he wasn’t going to tell Sky that now. They were his, and they’d wanted to remind him so it would be on his mind all today, which it would be, along with what he was going to do them for it.

He had the whole day to think it over.

Well, most of it.

G.G.’s mouth opened easily for him, for Trevor’s fingers first, and then, with Sky breathing harshly and straining to be closer, his cock. G.G.’s hands were free but he rested them on Trevor’s thighs and never raised them. He used his tongue until Trevor was hard, then sucked Trevor’s cock slowly, almost leisurely, as if he wanted to enjoy it, or maybe as if Sky’s close interest was adding to his pleasure, so he wanted to take his time.

Trevor took a fistful of his hair but didn’t urge him to go faster. He watched G.G.’s eyes fall closed and Sky’s stay open. He twisted around to glance at the timer, since G.G. had probably forgotten all about it.

“Trevor,” Sky managed despite the teeth in his lip. He looked up as he inched forward, or tried to, until Trevor said, “Sky,” sharply to keep him from putting more pressure on his neck. They’d adjust the chain better next time and use the harness instead of just the collar. He should have known Sky would test the limits.

Sky shifted in place, bumping against G.G. and hissing a little before settling. “I’m hungry, Sir,” he told Trevor earnestly, nodding a few times for good measure.

G.G. stopped the second Trevor cupped his cheek, although he didn’t pull back until Trevor said his name. His gaze was slightly unfocused, but he did his best to look up.

“That was very good.” It was so easy to pet G.G., so easy to make Sky furious and longing too, to make them both happy. “But Sky says he’s hungry and I think I’d like proof of that.” G.G.’s faint frown meant he didn’t understand, but he got to his feet when Trevor told him to, leaning on Trevor to do it.

Sky didn’t look happy, either. “I thought…”

He was still thinking too much, was what he was doing. Trevor turned G.G. around so that he was in front of Sky and pressed his body against G.G.’s back. He ran his hands over G.G.’s chest. “Sky is hungry,” Trevor spoke into G.G.’s ear. “Feed him.”

The greedy, eager noise Sky made the moment before G.G. fed his cock into his mouth had Trevor’s hips twitching forward. G.G. shuddered delightfully, probably at the twinned sensations of getting his dick sucked and Trevor’s cock pressing against him, then tipped his head up, groaning so loud he’d wake up any sleeping pets in the house.

Trevor continued to roll his hips, reveling in the sensation though he wouldn’t let himself come for a while. He kissed G.G.’s throat, and raised one hand to toy with G.G.’s other nipple, and listened to Sky noisily sucking G.G. off as best as he could without being able to move much.

G.G. didn’t help him, either, beyond inching closer to the edge of the cushion. Sky was practically growling in frustration, trying to satisfy himself and G.G. with only the head of G.G.’s cock within reach.

“Excellent, poodle,” Trevor murmured between kisses. “That’s exactly it. Make our tricky little Sky work for it.”

G.G. wasn’t as forceful as Trevor would have been. When he finally started pushing his hips forward, it was after a soft warning for Sky and then a guilty look back at Trevor. Trevor flicked one of his piercings, then reached down to wrap his fist around the base of G.G.’s cock and stroke him so Sky’s lips brushed his hand.

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