Page 40 of Suffer No Fools
"Mmm." Tovey could tell Hugo was no longer thinking about practice swords. "I have a few things I'd like to watch."
Klaus had stopped by while Stan and Tovey had been on their date. Tovey could only imagine what the former pleasure house worker had put in Hugo's head.
"What's a sixty-nine?" Hugo asked.
Stan nearly choked on his own breath.
Tovey stifled a laugh. "Klaus didn't tell you?"
"Oh, he told me, but I'm not sure I believe him." Hugo smirked. "I'd really rather you showed me."
"It's a good thing we're getting clean," Stan said. "I don't think I can stop with sixty-nine."
"Oh?"
"No. I think you'd enjoy it more if we sucked your cock and ate your ass at the same time."
Hugo squeaked. "What? You are not putting your mouth on my—"
"It'll be perfectly clean," Tovey said, loving the way Hugo squirmed beneath their focused attention. "Remember your safe words?"
"Slow and stop."
Tovey nodded. This was going to be fun.
He and Stan hurried through their ablutions, soaping up and then rinsing off in record time. Hugo seemed less inclined to hurry, so they each took a side and rushed him through it. Tovey got to delve his thumb along his crease and around his puckered hole, making him squeak again.
"We've been entirely too lax in bringing you joy," Tovey said. "How is it we haven't even touched you there yet?"
"Because that's not a place someone should be touched!"
"You didn't use your safe word," Tovey reminded him. "If you don't like it, tell us."
"Do it again," he said.
Tovey took his time, easing his thumb along Hugo's crease until he circled his hole. Hugo leaned back and pushed just enough that Tovey's thumb slipped inside him.
"Gods. Why does that feel good? That isn't supposed to feel good. Is it?"
Hugo turned to look at him over his shoulder, his curtain of wet hair hanging unbidden down his back.
"It'll feel even better with one of us inside you," Tovey said.
Hugo squeezed his eyes shut as though trying to force the idea away. "You're going to make me come before we even start. This water feels too good, and Stan's paying more attention to my cock than I ever have when bathing."
"It's important to keep it clean." Stan's scolding tone was undone by his smirk.
"You pirates kidnapped and intend to murder me, after all. Here, I thought you were trying to protect me."
Stan only laughed and got out of the tub, helping both Hugo and Tovey over the side and into the fresh towels stacked on the patio floor. They quickly made their way upstairs to their shared bedroom. Tovey helped Hugo braid his hair again as Stan kissed him senseless.
"I don't think we should make him wait," Stan said between kisses. "How much longer on his hair?"
"Almost done." Tovey was already past his nape, the hard part finished. Stan began to work his way down Hugo's body while Tovey teased him with gentle swishes of his hair against his back muscles while he worked. Finally, the tail hung just above Hugo's waist, tied with a piece of string. Tovey could concentrate on bringing Hugo new pleasures. He started by helping him spread his legs for easier access. Then, he traced the opposite direction from earlier, from the back of Hugo's balls, along his taint, and up to his tight hole.
Hugo had already been moaning as Stan worked his cock with his mouth, but his legs started to shake as Tovey pressed his cheeks apart and circled his entrance with his tongue. He tasted of soap and musk, and Tovey wanted more. He speared his tongue against the tight muscle, working his way inside with gentle prodding. Hugo sank against him. Tovey wrapped his arms around Hugo's thighs, staying out of Stan's way while also holding him up. Gods, Hugo was so perfect. He had no pretenses, nothing to compare with each new experience. Tovey wanted to bring him every pleasure.
When he'd done all he could with his tongue alone, he dipped a finger into his mouth to wet it before working it inside and spreading Hugo wider. He found Hugo's prostate just as Stan swallowed around him, and Hugo gripped his shoulders, his blunt fingernails almost drawing blood as he came. That alone told Tovey they'd done well, but the sounds Hugo made ... gods, if he wasn't careful, Tovey was going to come, too.
