Page 55 of Home For Christmas

We were almost at the house before Harrison hissed a response. “A giant butt plug.”

I stumbled over the snow. “Wait, what?”

“Oh, you heard me. And if I don’t get filled with something… somethings… else very soon, I’m gonna cum no matter what.”

“How long have you been plugged?” Jasper whisper hissed, even though there was no one in earshot.

Harrison stepped up onto the first porch step and moaned. “Way longer than I care to admit, and I hadn’t really thought about all the walking involved today. Can I tell you how fucking difficult it is to not cum when you’re walking across uneven ground or sitting on a hard chair with a damned butt plug resting on your prostate?”

“Come here, beautiful. Let’s go take care of you,” I murmured as I opened the door to the house and let us in. Harrison sighed and leaned against me for a moment as he walked past. Really looking at him, I could see how aroused he was, from his blown pupils to the outline of his erection against his fly. There was no way in hell he was going to be up to heading back to the party right after sex. He was way past aroused and had been for a long time. His orgasm was going to take everything out of him, but we’d make it worth it.

“Can you make it up the stairs?” Jasper asked as we stripped our coats off.

Harrison’s sigh was dramatic, but he nodded. “I guess so. Not that I want to, but that’s where all our supplies are.” More to himself, he continued. “I really didn’t think this out well.”

Jasper gripped his elbow and began walking him up the steps. There were a lot of moans, some little gasps, and a few curse words as they went, but eventually they made it. I followed behind after making a stop in the kitchen for a few bottles of water for afterward. By the time I made it to the bedroom, Jasper already had Harrison’s vest and shirt off and was kneeling on the ground working Harrison’s pants down his legs.

The erection pushing against the tiny briefs he was wearing was obscene and left nothing to the imagination. Not that I needed much of an imagination. I’d seen his cock enough to know exactly what it looked like, covered or not. The two hadn’t noticed me, so I leaned against the doorframe and watched as Jasper carefully undressed Harrison.

The two of them didn’t often do a lot sexually without me, but Jasper had become much more confident in knowing Harrison’s needs and desires. Blow jobs weren’t uncommon, and sex between the two happened more often when I wasn’t around. Jasper still didn’t like to take control but he’d found his comfort zone around Harrison, and Harrison was great at knowing Jasper’s limits.

From the first time I’d seen them together, I’d learned that I was a voyeur, at least when it came to them. I could have stood there all afternoon just watching as Jasper licked and sucked at Harrison’s dick through his underwear. I could see the calculation in his eyes when Jasper reached around and brushed between Harrison’s cheeks. His finger pressed ever so slightly against what I assumed was the base, and Harrison let out a whimper that sounded pained and desperate.

“I’d love to watch you a little while longer, but I think if you keep torturing Harrison, he runs the risk of dying from erotic overload.”

Harrison’s head bobbed up and down, sending his wild brown hair flopping around. “Y-yes, th-that. Jesus, need you… both of you.”

Jasper reluctantly pulled Harrison’s underwear down his legs, and as I watched Harrison step out of them, I knew immediately why he was so desperate. The base alone was wider than any other one I’d seen him use. It couldn’t have been comfortable wearing it for so long.

I heard myself hiss out my teeth. “You’ve been plugged with that all afternoon?”

Harrison nodded slowly, biting his lip as Jasper’s fingers explored the base.

“Damn. You wore that while we got married.” I smirked. It was possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever heard.

Again, Harrison nodded. “Yeah. It… it’s my gift to you guys.”

“Oh?” Jasper asked, looking up into Harrison’s eyes from where he was crouched on the floor.

Harrison looked uncharacteristically bashful for a moment. “Um, yeah. I want you both inside me today.”

Jasper’s mouth hung open as a smile spread across my lips. “Are you sure?” We’d been talking about it for months. Since Derek had given him that dildo a few weeks earlier, the thought hadn’t been far from my mind, but I hadn’t wanted to rush him or push him into it if he wasn’t totally ready.

Harrison’s eyes met mine and he licked his lips. “Oh, believe me, I’m one hundred percent sure.”

That was all the confirmation I needed. I’d thought about this scenario more than a few times and already knew exactly where I wanted us. “Come here, sexy. Let’s get you undressed.” I wasn’t going to count on Harrison being able to do more than try to come back from the edge a bit, so I took a few steps toward Jasper and helped him up so he was standing in front of me.

I began to undress him starting with the buttons on his vest, letting it fall to the floor before I tugged his shirt free from his jeans and worked on popping each button open carefully. “I can’t wait to be inside Harrison with you,” I whispered into Jasper’s ear, causing his entire body to shiver. “It’s going to be so sexy, our cocks inside him.” I trailed my finger down his bare chest until I found his belt buckle, loosening it before working the button of his jeans open. “It’s going to be so fucking tight. Our cocks rubbing against one another.”

Jasper’s head fell forward onto my shoulder as I unzipped his pants and began working them and his underwear down together. “You’re going to make me cum if you keep talking like that.”

I gripped the base of his cock tightly and held, waiting for the shivers to end and his cock to stop twitching in my grasp. With these two so close to the edge, there was no way this would take very long, but I had to find a way to make it last long enough that I could safely get inside Harrison with Jasper.

“Fuck,” Jasper whimpered as his body sagged against mine.

I kissed Jasper’s temple. “Go grab a towel, sexy.” He gave me a confused look, but headed toward the bathroom. I turned my attention back to Harrison. “Step out of your pants and head to the chair by the window.”

When Harrison started talking about having both of us inside him, I’d begun to plan how best to make it happen. Every time I saw us together, it was in the chair Harrison loved to curl up in to read. It was probably his favorite spot in the house, and Jasper and I had found him sleeping there more times than I could count.

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