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Stan shifted beneath them, and Hugo moaned into Tovey's mouth as Stan sucked him down to the root. It had been a long time since Tovey had let Stan suck him off, but he could still remember how good it felt.
Tovey wanted Hugo to feel good, too. He released Hugo's chin to spread both of his hands wide over Hugo's chest, reveling in his soft skin and the wiry trail of hair down the middle. He followed it down the center of his chest, where it faded over his abdomen and picked up again at his downy-soft treasure trail. From there, it spread into a nest of corkscrews around his cock.
Tovey admired the difference in texture between Hugo's pubic hair and Stan's short waves. He grabbed the back of Stan's head and guided him further down on Hugo's cock until his nose was pressed to Hugo's groin.
"Gods, you are so perfect together," Tovey whispered. "Look how well he can take you in and swallow you down."
Stan's throat bobbed with the action, and Hugo tensed against him and whimpered.
"Did you come, baby?"
Hugo's head rocked against Tovey's shoulder in the affirmative. Tovey kissed his neck to anchor him while he flew.
Hugo's hands spasmed on Tovey's thighs, and he felt a rush of guilt. Stan needed to know how well he'd done. Tovey changed their angle so Hugo could knead Stan's shoulders, and Stan moaned. He continued to lick and suck until he'd devoured all traces of cum.
"Gods, that was gorgeous," Tovey said when Hugo's breathing had returned to normal, and Stan lay his head in Hugo's lap.
"Your turn," Stan said.
Hugo glanced over his shoulder with a grin. "Yes. Your turn. I want to watch."
Tovey's heart plummeted to the pit of his stomach as Hugo squeezed out from between them. Tovey couldn't be that vulnerable. Never again.
Chapter 5
Hugo
Stan's mouth felt wonderful around Hugo's cock. Now that he had something to compare it to, Tovey's had been more vigorous. Hugo had relaxed more and enjoyed Stan's. Gods. He could still feel it, that sweet, floaty feeling of complete satiation that had come over him. He wanted to live in that feeling.
It was more than raw emotion. It buoyed his magic. It coursed so close to the surface he could feel it racing along the underside of his skin.
"Guys?" Hugo held out his hand toward them, and fire raced to the surface, arcing above his fingernails like matchsticks.
"That's it," Stan said. "You've found your joy."
"No!" Tovey shouted.
Hugo had expected a reaction, but this seemed too much for the tiny bit of flame jutting from Hugo's fingertips. With a gust of wind, the fire went out, and his magic sank beneath his skin.
"We should stop," Tovey whispered. "We can't let this get out of hand before Aquarion."
"It's stopped," Stan said. "Look. You put the fire out yourself."
Tovey looked back at Hugo, as though searching for answers, or excuses. Hugo didn't have either, so he stepped back to Tovey's side and took his hand.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"You were on fire!" Tovey said.
"I'm a fire weaver. It was bound to happen. Coryn's used me enough that I didn't light my own clothes on fire. I think we'll make it to Aquarion without any accidents."
"He's scared," Stan said.
Tovey turned his head so Hugo couldn't see his face, but he guessed Tovey was glaring at Stan.
Stan put both his hands up in a soothing gesture. "He's afraid of me."
"Am not."
