Page 59 of Suffer No Fools
Stan rested his forehead against Hugo's as the thought made him lightheaded. "Gods, you two youngsters are going to kill me."
"Youngsters," Tovey scoffed. "You're not that much older than I am." He herded them toward the bed and helped Hugo remove his jacket and shirt while Stan stripped out of his clothes. They'd gotten better at leaving their boots by the main door. Tovey still complained he hadn't gotten his wish to spend an entire weekend naked. With the rainy season starting, they would need more blankets and wraps to make it work, but Stan wanted to try.
The trouble was Hugo. He still thought clothes were necessary, even at home where no one would see them. That was the main reason Stan and Tovey had gone looking for the softest materials they could find for Gulde to make him a robe.
"Do they need us for banquet preparations tomorrow?" Hugo asked.
"It's a Solstice banquet." Tovey studied Hugo's bare chest as though he was the feast, running his hands over the tight planes and admiring every inch. "They've been doing this as long as there have been people on the island. They shouldn't need your input."
Stan stood behind Hugo and worked his belt buckle open, untied the laces of his pants, and eased them down his legs. Once Hugo was naked, Stan lifted him onto the bed and helped him position at an angle that would give them the most room. Thebed was enormous, but it was wider than it was long. Stan didn't want Tovey to fall off the edge on an overzealous thrust.
"I need to see your face," Stan said. "This position might be awkward. Tell me if anything hurts?"
Hugo nodded his consent, and Stan plied him with pillows behind his head and shoulders. Then, he bent him in half and shoved another pillow under the small of his back to angle his ass.
Hugo blushed so prettily as Stan sat back on his heels and admired his handiwork. Hugo was spread open for him, his ass on display and ready for plundering.
"Gods, please, get to work." Tovey gripped his shoulder and pushed him down over Hugo's cock. "Don't make me tell you twice."
Stan chuckled as he kissed the base. Hugo twitched, almost hitting him in the nose. He nuzzled against Hugo's balls, loving his musky scent. They'd bathed early that morning, but it had been a long, sweaty day of meetings. Hugo tasted that much better when Stan finally reached the pucker of muscle beyond his taint. Hugo moaned as Stan circled his hole, getting him sloppy and wet.
He'd been so engrossed in making Hugo feel good, he'd lost track of Tovey as he un-stoppered the vial of oil. Slick fingers pressed against his taint and continued that pressure up to his hole and inside with two fingers. Tovey's preparation was fast and efficient, and then his cock was at Stan's entrance and pressing inside. Stan relaxed and opened for him the old-fashioned way, not wanting to use his new magical ability yet.
Tovey thanked him with a moan. "Fuck, you're so tight."
Stan relaxed even further onto his elbows and tried to give Hugo as much pleasure as Tovey gave him as he drove into him from behind.
"That's too good," Hugo whined. "I'm so close."
"Touch yourself," Tovey commanded.
"Not yet," Hugo whined.
Stan let up with a gentle kiss to Hugo's inner thigh and met his pleading gaze. "I'll help you through it, so we won't lose any progress."
The bottle of oil rested against his knee, where Tovey had left it. Stan drenched his fingers and Hugo's already slick hole with it.
"Gods," Hugo grunted as Stan slid two fingers inside. He grabbed his cock and gave a couple of tugs before his body clenched around Stan's fingers and his cock painted his abdomen.
"Oh, baby. Fuck." Tovey collapsed against Stan's back, driving his cock against Stan's prostate and filling him with hot spurts of cum.
Stan tried to hold off his orgasm, knowing he wouldn't be able to recover as fast as Tovey, but he couldn't resist the look of pure bliss on Hugo's face and Tovey's strangled cries as he thrust into Stan. His pleasure rolled through him. He made a mess on the bedspread, but his cock stayed semi-hard through it all.
Satisfied, Tovey rolled them onto their sides, and Hugo draped his legs over them. Stan's fingers were still wedged inside him, unmoving, waiting for his body to relax again.
"That was so wonderful," Tovey said. "Now I need a nap." He wiped his cock and fingers clean on a handkerchief and then worked his way up to Hugo's pile of pillows. He lay beside him, caressing his chest and kissing his neck.
"Position change," Tovey said. He lifted Hugo and lay beneath him across the top of the bed. He propped Hugo's head on his shoulder and angled Hugo's arm so he could grip Tovey's hair, if he chose. "Are you ready, baby?" He kissed Hugo's cheek.
"Ngnh."
"Not yet," Stan said. Hugo's cock lay limp against his stomach, and he still had his eyes closed, as though he might fall asleep any moment.
"Work your magic, Stan."
Hugo's eyes opened with alarm.
"Not literal magic." Stan wiggled his fingers.
