Page 17 of Suffer No Fools
Hugo heard a noise from the hallway, and whispering. He felt Stan and Tovey nearby, thanks to their protective weaves surrounding his room in the hold. Those weaves had been partially to blame for his active imagination when they'd both went above deck. Instead of staying on the stairs and freezing his balls off, Hugo had decided to come back to the room and test Klaus's theory.
Gods, it had been forever since Hugo had an erection for more than a few minutes. He usually willed them away. Now, he couldn't believe how quickly he'd been on the verge of coming. He'd already edged himself countless times, neither wanting to make a mess nor wanting it to end.
When he heard the objects of his affection in the hallway, whispering about him and knowing full well what he was doing, he stayed his hand with a whimper. He couldn't finish now. They would know and think less of him. He groaned when Tovey said he sounded so sad by himself, and he almost came when Tovey said they should help.
"Not until he asks."
Gods. Hugo could ask. "Stan? Tovey?" he called. "I think I need help."
"He's asking." Tovey sounded smug.
They were in the doorway in an instant, as though they'd been standing beside it the entire time.
Hugo was still fully clothed. He'd raised his robes to access the laces of his breeches and his straining cock. He'd dribbled precome on his stomach, but they couldn't see that from the doorway.
"What do you need us to do?" Stan asked.
Tovey was far more direct. "Do you want to come in my hand or my mouth?"
Hugo squinted his eyes shut before either one of those images sent him over the edge. He wanted both, gods, but he was so close, he might come before Tovey could do either.
"Sit there." Tovey pointed Stan to the divan. "Legs spread."
Tovey then kneeled on the side of Hugo's sail bed, tipping it so he almost fell out face-first, but then he was sailing through the air, twisting upright. Tovey took a step back with a satisfied nod. "Let's get this off you. Raise your arms."
Hugo couldn't be sure, since he was soon enveloped in darkness inside his robe, but he didn't think Tovey had touched the material at all. He'd done it all with air weaves, including yanking his pants and warm socks down and off, leaving him naked before setting him on his feet. It took every ounce of Hugo's proud upbringing to hold his chin high and not cower before the two gorgeous men staring at him like he was a giant steak.
No. There was more than pure lust in Stan's gaze. Appreciation. Desire. A need for consent.
Tovey's whistle was low and appreciative. "You've been hiding beneath all these robes, Your Majesty."
"That's a very nice cock," Stan said. "You've never even played with yourself?"
"I did as much as any adolescent, but it's been years."
Tovey met his gaze, and some of his lust dissipated. "Safe words."
"This is as vanilla as it gets," Stan said.
"I get carried away sometimes," Tovey countered. "Go, slow, and stop?"
"Go, gods damn it all," Hugo said, taking a step toward Tovey.
The air weaver backed away with a surprised laugh. "Good." He pointed to Stan. "Sit between his legs with your back to him. Did you like what we did before?"
"Yes." Hugo's voice was rough to his ears, and his throat was dry.
"We're going to finish what we started, then. Which do you want, hand or mouth?"
Hugo's cock was beginning to chafe from so much edging. He knew Tovey's would feel different, but he also didn't want the mess. He'd been such a messy teenager, asking his servants to clean his sheets two or three times a week.
"Mouth," he whispered as Tovey backed him toward Stan. The bigger man pulled him down into his lap, nestling his bare ass on the divan seat between Stan's thighs, with the thick imprint of a cock pressed between Hugo's ass cheeks. Gods, how big was Stan's cock? Hugo wanted to find out, and soon.
Tovey knelt before him, and Stan's arms came around his chest, pulling Hugo flush against his warmth. Hugo watched, mesmerized, as Tovey's hot mouth enveloped his cock.
"He's so pretty like that, isn't he?" Stan asked, his breath tickling Hugo's ear.
"Gods, yes."
