Page 41 of Suffer No Fools
Tovey dragged Hugo to the bed and lay him in the middle. Stan looked perfectly content, but there was also an unspoken question in his gaze. Would Tovey let him finish what they'd started the other night?
Tovey motioned toward the bed. "It's big enough for sixty-nine and then some. Shall we give our emperor a demonstration?"
"Enough with the title." Hugo groaned. "I am not a child. This is not a demonstration."
"You're welcome to join us," Stan said.
"Aye." That would help Tovey immensely. He was already close after listening to Hugo. The distraction would keep him from coming too soon.
He didn't have much to worry about, though, as he slid onto his back with enough room from the edge for Stan to spread his knees. They'd done this numerous times out of necessity'ssake, needing to get off and get into their sail bed before the others finished either the morning or evening meal. Now, Tovey wanted to take his time with Stan.
He licked and sucked across Stan's massive balls, closest to his mouth. They were furred and heavy, almost the size of Tovey's fists. As hard as he tried to fit one in his mouth, he couldn't get his jaw to open wide enough, but Stan enjoyed his efforts. He moaned against Tovey's thigh. His warm breath made Tovey squirm in anticipation.
Stan didn't disappoint. His mouth on Tovey's cock was always such a blessing. Tovey hadn't been thinking the other night when he'd turned Stan down. Stan always found his most sensitive places with ease. Tovey angled Stan's cock down and adjusted his position so he could take him to the back of his throat.
"Gods, that looks uncomfortable," Hugo said. Tovey nearly gagged when Hugo shoved a pillow beneath his neck, but when he relaxed into the soft cushion, it felt much better. He patted Hugo's knee in thanks.
"I wish you could talk like this," Hugo said. "I want to know what you're thinking, what you're feeling." Hugo's cock had rebounded quickly after Stan and Tovey's shared efforts to make him come. He kneeled beside them, stroking himself to full hardness. Tovey reached for him, wanting to help. He needed the distraction as Stan shoved his legs wider apart and squeezed his ass just right.
Gods, Stan was going to make Tovey come before Stan was even close.
Tovey pulled the oil from the dresser with an air weave. He motioned for Hugo to come closer so he could wrap slick fingers around his cock, stroking him in time with his mouth on Stan.
"How am I already this hard again?" Hugo repositioned the pillows so he could lean back and watch while Tovey continued to stroke him.
Stan's tongue calisthenics grabbed Tovey's attention. He almost forgot what he was doing with his hands. He jerked Hugo slowly with one hand while he rubbed circles against Stan's taint with the other.
Hugo returned Tovey's focus to his cock for a moment. He grabbed Tovey's wrist to control his speed. With his other hand, he squeezed Tovey's fingers tighter around his cock. Hugo groaned. "Just like that. Your hand feels so much better than mine."
Tovey moaned around Stan's cock at the compliment and added more suction. Stan's full-body shiver and quaking thighs were going to make Tovey come too soon. He needed more oil. With another air weave, he carefully poured it onto Stan's crack and rubbed it into his rim before it could drip down his balls.
Stan released Tovey with a pop and kissed along the seam of his thigh, making him shiver. "Not going to last."
Tovey jerked at the thought, and his cock slapped against Stan's cheek with a wet sound.
Stan returned to Tovey's cock with a vengeance. He hollowed his cheeks and encased Tovey in his tight, slick mouth.
Tovey spread Stan's rim open with ease. Another time, he would have worried that Stan had been out with someone else, but he knew that wasn't true. Stan's body was always ready to be fucked, and Tovey loved that about him.
This time, Stan didn't let off when Tovey got too close. Pleasure lanced through him, starting at the base of his spine and racing along every nerve ending. He buried his nose in Stan's pubic hair and opened his mouth wide to take Stan as deep as he could.
Stan hummed around him as he came, his body quaking above him.
Hugo moaned, and his cock spurted over Tovey's fingers. Hugo sank into his pile of pillows, shifting them into an avalanche over him. Tovey heard muffled laughter from the pile, and then, "That was so fun."
Stan rolled off him, and then repositioned so he was at Tovey's back. "Next time, I want your fist inside me."
"In that position?" Tovey would need more leverage, unless ...
"I can adjust my body with earth weaves." He chuckled and kissed Tovey's neck. The buzz of his laughter traveled all the way to Tovey's twitching cock. "Maybe not in that position."
Hugo wrestled free of the pillows so he could stare at them in shock. "How is that even possible?"
Tovey wiggled against Stan's sensitive cock until he hissed. "You've been holding out on us." His head spun with the possibilities. Stan had never admitted to being able to adjust his own anatomy, but Tovey had watched him widen his stance and become more menacing before they entered the seedier taverns. Stan had also tucked himself into a ball to hide once when they were boarded by Glamiere's navy. They'd been looking for an earth weaver, and Olivia had shoved him into her trunk, even though he was twice its size. Suddenly, his contortions made more sense.
"Have not." Stan wrapped his arms around Tovey's hips to hold him still. "Didn't know it was possible until today. Jermain told Trin she can mold her body to fit however she wants to look, even her genitals. That got me thinking."
"Thank the gods something did," Tovey teased. For once, he wasn't bristling with anger when Stan's thoughts turned to someone else. Now, he could only think of future possibilities. Together. The three of them.
