appreciate you, if he does not.”
“Indeed we do,” Perrin agreed. “You won’t have the problem of an unwilling partner in this bed.”
“Unruly,” Aristide observed, leaning over Léandre’s chest to nip at Perrin’s mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick at the taste of Léandre on the younger man’s lips. “Uninhibited,” he added, dipping his fingers into the oil and trailing them teasingly down Léandre’s crease. The blond bucked his hips up to deepen the caress, leading Aristide to smack his backside smartly. “Unrestrained,” he scolded, his lips twitching at his partner’s unrepentant grin, which transformed into an “O” of delight when Perrin once again swallowed his cock. “Unbridled, even,” Aristide chuckled, sliding a finger inside Léandre’s beckoning portal to the accompaniment of a heartfelt groan. “But definitely not unwilling.”
“Who were you saying talked too much?” Léandre complained, clutching Aristide by the shoulders and pulling him back down for a passionate kiss. He broke away only long enough to suck in a deep breath and demand another finger before melding their lips again, his tongue probing Aristide’s mouth in much the same way the older musketeer’s fingers delved into his eager channel. There was only one thing better than both his lovers’ mouths on him, and after a week’s absence he was too impatient to wait. “Fuck me already,” he demanded of Aristide, pulling Perrin’s head reluctantly off his cock. “And you, prepare yourself for me.”
“Unrelenting,” Perrin added to Aristide’s list. “Who put you in charge tonight? I thought we were making love to Aristide.” Even as he spoke, though, he reached for the oil and coated two fingers, working them inside himself so he’d be ready whenever Léandre was.
“Unabashed,” Léandre commented to Aristide, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight before him even as he shifted his hips, raising one knee to open himself to the bronze-haired musketeer. “How do you want to do this?” he asked, winking at Perrin. “See, I’m leaving the choice up to him.”
Perrin snorted, working his fingers deeper inside even as he consciously avoided his prostate. He wanted to save that pleasure for Léandre’s cock. Otherwise, he was likely to go off like a green youth.
“I want to feel both of you,” Aristide decided, withdrawing his fingers after a final brush over Léandre’s sweet spot and rolling onto his back. Coating his cock with a slick sheen of oil, he reached for the blond, pulling him up between his knees and kissing him deeply before turning him around. “Ride me,” he urged huskily. “That way I’ll be able to watch Perrin riding you.”
Groaning at the image conjured by Aristide’s words, Léandre grasped his cheeks with both hands and spread them apart, silently inviting Aristide to impale him. Aristide caught Léandre’s hip with one hand to draw him back, the other guiding his shaft to the oil-slicked cleft. Two deep moans sounded as Léandre slid down onto the rigid length, Aristide’s cock stretching him demandingly, Léandre’s passage squeezing around Aristide ardently. Flexing his thighs as one of Aristide’s hands slid up to pinch at his nipples, Léandre pushed up on the invasive rod, then slid down to force it even deeper inside. “ Merde , that’s good,” he gasped, his head dropping back until his hair brushed his shoulders.
Perrin waited mostly patiently for Léandre to settle onto Aristide’s cock. When they were positioned, he rose up onto his knees, arranging himself across their thighs until he could sink down onto Léandre’s upstanding rod, his weight pressing Léandre deeper onto Aristide’s cock. Licking his lips at the thought of fucking them both this way, he started to rock, knowing Aristide would have almost no range of movement. He’d just have to make sure Léandre moved enough for both of them.
An inarticulate moan rasped from
“Indeed we do,” Perrin agreed. “You won’t have the problem of an unwilling partner in this bed.”
“Unruly,” Aristide observed, leaning over Léandre’s chest to nip at Perrin’s mouth, his tongue flicking out to lick at the taste of Léandre on the younger man’s lips. “Uninhibited,” he added, dipping his fingers into the oil and trailing them teasingly down Léandre’s crease. The blond bucked his hips up to deepen the caress, leading Aristide to smack his backside smartly. “Unrestrained,” he scolded, his lips twitching at his partner’s unrepentant grin, which transformed into an “O” of delight when Perrin once again swallowed his cock. “Unbridled, even,” Aristide chuckled, sliding a finger inside Léandre’s beckoning portal to the accompaniment of a heartfelt groan. “But definitely not unwilling.”
“Who were you saying talked too much?” Léandre complained, clutching Aristide by the shoulders and pulling him back down for a passionate kiss. He broke away only long enough to suck in a deep breath and demand another finger before melding their lips again, his tongue probing Aristide’s mouth in much the same way the older musketeer’s fingers delved into his eager channel. There was only one thing better than both his lovers’ mouths on him, and after a week’s absence he was too impatient to wait. “Fuck me already,” he demanded of Aristide, pulling Perrin’s head reluctantly off his cock. “And you, prepare yourself for me.”
“Unrelenting,” Perrin added to Aristide’s list. “Who put you in charge tonight? I thought we were making love to Aristide.” Even as he spoke, though, he reached for the oil and coated two fingers, working them inside himself so he’d be ready whenever Léandre was.
“Unabashed,” Léandre commented to Aristide, his eyes never leaving the delicious sight before him even as he shifted his hips, raising one knee to open himself to the bronze-haired musketeer. “How do you want to do this?” he asked, winking at Perrin. “See, I’m leaving the choice up to him.”
Perrin snorted, working his fingers deeper inside even as he consciously avoided his prostate. He wanted to save that pleasure for Léandre’s cock. Otherwise, he was likely to go off like a green youth.
“I want to feel both of you,” Aristide decided, withdrawing his fingers after a final brush over Léandre’s sweet spot and rolling onto his back. Coating his cock with a slick sheen of oil, he reached for the blond, pulling him up between his knees and kissing him deeply before turning him around. “Ride me,” he urged huskily. “That way I’ll be able to watch Perrin riding you.”
Groaning at the image conjured by Aristide’s words, Léandre grasped his cheeks with both hands and spread them apart, silently inviting Aristide to impale him. Aristide caught Léandre’s hip with one hand to draw him back, the other guiding his shaft to the oil-slicked cleft. Two deep moans sounded as Léandre slid down onto the rigid length, Aristide’s cock stretching him demandingly, Léandre’s passage squeezing around Aristide ardently. Flexing his thighs as one of Aristide’s hands slid up to pinch at his nipples, Léandre pushed up on the invasive rod, then slid down to force it even deeper inside. “ Merde , that’s good,” he gasped, his head dropping back until his hair brushed his shoulders.
Perrin waited mostly patiently for Léandre to settle onto Aristide’s cock. When they were positioned, he rose up onto his knees, arranging himself across their thighs until he could sink down onto Léandre’s upstanding rod, his weight pressing Léandre deeper onto Aristide’s cock. Licking his lips at the thought of fucking them both this way, he started to rock, knowing Aristide would have almost no range of movement. He’d just have to make sure Léandre moved enough for both of them.
An inarticulate moan rasped from
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