then you can fuck me once we’re finished.”
“Demonstrate on me or on him?” Perrin asked, determined to have one of his lovers inside him before the night was over. He might joke about fucking Aristide, but his night wasn’t complete until one of them fucked him properly.
“And what if I don’t want to wait until you’re finished?” Aristide added, humming with pleasure as Léandre’s hands combed through the pelt of hair on his chest. Wrapping an arm around the blond’s shoulders, he rolled them so that Léandre was in the center of the bed, settling him with a hard kiss. “You fuck Perrin, and while you’re doing that, I’ll fuck you.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Léandre pretended to consider. “But since we’re celebrating your return, I suppose it’s only fair to give you the choice.” Rolling on his side to face Perrin, he twined a leg around the younger man, opening himself to Aristide’s attentions. “What say you, Perrin?” he asked, his voice deepening as Aristide’s hands roved over his cheeks. He ran a palm down Perrin’s strong chest, cupping the balls tightening beneath the heavy cock and lifting it so his own shaft could slide beneath it. He found pleasure in any of the many configurations he and his lovers had explored in the years they’d been together, but this—centered between them, filling and being filled—remained his favorite.
Perrin looked at Léandre like he’d lost his mind. As if he’d say no to anything that got him attention from either of his potent lovers. “Fine with me,” he agreed, rolling onto his back and spreading himself like a virgin sacrifice awaiting despoiling.
“Get the oil,” Aristide instructed, his voice muffled as he bent his head to bite at the cords of Léandre’s neck. He wrapped a handful of blond hair around his fingers, rolling Léandre back to face him before drawing it aside to bare more of the throat to his attentions, his other hand delving between Léandre’s cheeks to trace the cleft.
“Mmnnn,” Léandre agreed, lowering his head to one of Aristide’s peaked nipples. “Oil,” he nudged Perrin before moving to pay equal homage to the other side of Aristide’s chest.
“Fine,” Perrin protested, reaching for the oil on the nearby table, “make me do all the work. I should leave and take the oil with me.”
Recognizing that for the empty threat it was, Aristide barked a laugh around the mouthful of Léandre’s skin he was currently marking. “I was right, you do never stop talking,” he chuckled.
“There’s a cure for that,” Léandre retorted, catching Perrin’s head and pulling it down to his groin. “Less speaking, more sucking.”
Perrin huffed lightly before licking the long cock like a favorite treat. Even so, he looked up and groused, “Before Aristide came back, I was the one getting sucked. Maybe we should make him leave again.” He licked a stripe up the third musketeer’s cock as well to take the sting out of his words before settling in to suck Léandre’s shaft in earnest. God, he loved the taste of Léandre’s cock!
“I can leave,” Aristide replied, though he was reaching for the oil as he spoke. “Since it seems you were managing just fine without me.”
“We wouldn’t want to deprive you of our presence,” Perrin countered, lifting his head enough to speak while latching onto Aristide’s thigh with a grip designed to keep the third man in place. “You’ve been all alone this past week. How you resisted temptation”—he jerked his head toward the ceiling—“is beyond me.”
“There is little tempting about an unwilling partner,” Aristide replied, his gaze drifting upward as if he could see through the intervening lathe and plaster to the attic room and its occupant. “It would seem that temptation found it all too easy to resist me.”
“More fool he, then,” Léandre protested, his hand closing over Aristide’s to guide it to the flagon of oil. “We
“Demonstrate on me or on him?” Perrin asked, determined to have one of his lovers inside him before the night was over. He might joke about fucking Aristide, but his night wasn’t complete until one of them fucked him properly.
“And what if I don’t want to wait until you’re finished?” Aristide added, humming with pleasure as Léandre’s hands combed through the pelt of hair on his chest. Wrapping an arm around the blond’s shoulders, he rolled them so that Léandre was in the center of the bed, settling him with a hard kiss. “You fuck Perrin, and while you’re doing that, I’ll fuck you.”
“You drive a hard bargain,” Léandre pretended to consider. “But since we’re celebrating your return, I suppose it’s only fair to give you the choice.” Rolling on his side to face Perrin, he twined a leg around the younger man, opening himself to Aristide’s attentions. “What say you, Perrin?” he asked, his voice deepening as Aristide’s hands roved over his cheeks. He ran a palm down Perrin’s strong chest, cupping the balls tightening beneath the heavy cock and lifting it so his own shaft could slide beneath it. He found pleasure in any of the many configurations he and his lovers had explored in the years they’d been together, but this—centered between them, filling and being filled—remained his favorite.
Perrin looked at Léandre like he’d lost his mind. As if he’d say no to anything that got him attention from either of his potent lovers. “Fine with me,” he agreed, rolling onto his back and spreading himself like a virgin sacrifice awaiting despoiling.
“Get the oil,” Aristide instructed, his voice muffled as he bent his head to bite at the cords of Léandre’s neck. He wrapped a handful of blond hair around his fingers, rolling Léandre back to face him before drawing it aside to bare more of the throat to his attentions, his other hand delving between Léandre’s cheeks to trace the cleft.
“Mmnnn,” Léandre agreed, lowering his head to one of Aristide’s peaked nipples. “Oil,” he nudged Perrin before moving to pay equal homage to the other side of Aristide’s chest.
“Fine,” Perrin protested, reaching for the oil on the nearby table, “make me do all the work. I should leave and take the oil with me.”
Recognizing that for the empty threat it was, Aristide barked a laugh around the mouthful of Léandre’s skin he was currently marking. “I was right, you do never stop talking,” he chuckled.
“There’s a cure for that,” Léandre retorted, catching Perrin’s head and pulling it down to his groin. “Less speaking, more sucking.”
Perrin huffed lightly before licking the long cock like a favorite treat. Even so, he looked up and groused, “Before Aristide came back, I was the one getting sucked. Maybe we should make him leave again.” He licked a stripe up the third musketeer’s cock as well to take the sting out of his words before settling in to suck Léandre’s shaft in earnest. God, he loved the taste of Léandre’s cock!
“I can leave,” Aristide replied, though he was reaching for the oil as he spoke. “Since it seems you were managing just fine without me.”
“We wouldn’t want to deprive you of our presence,” Perrin countered, lifting his head enough to speak while latching onto Aristide’s thigh with a grip designed to keep the third man in place. “You’ve been all alone this past week. How you resisted temptation”—he jerked his head toward the ceiling—“is beyond me.”
“There is little tempting about an unwilling partner,” Aristide replied, his gaze drifting upward as if he could see through the intervening lathe and plaster to the attic room and its occupant. “It would seem that temptation found it all too easy to resist me.”
“More fool he, then,” Léandre protested, his hand closing over Aristide’s to guide it to the flagon of oil. “We
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