Valen nipped lightly on Sam’s sensitive skin. Sam trembled, barely aware of anything else as Harris slipped his hand down Sam’s belly, stroking firm fingers over his jeans.
Then he found Sam’s cock and squeezed, and Sam jerked into his hand. His cock throbbed.
Difficult to concentrate, when your ex and his lover were both touching you, finding your most sensitive spots.
“He likes it when you play with his foreskin,” Valen growled, gripping Sam’s jeans, tugging his belt open. Harris leaned away slightly to look. “‘Specially when you fuck him at the same time, hit his prostate. Make him pant.”
Sam’s cheeks burned. Weren’t those things supposed to be a secret?
Valen undid Sam’s jeans, reached into his briefs, and squeezed his cock. The warmth of his hand soaked into Sam’s skin. Sam gasped, rocking into his palm.
“You like that?” Valen whispered. Sam nodded, his voice fleeing his throat.
Valen slipped Sam’s cock out, angled it toward Harris, letting its damp tip stroke down Harris’ balls. Sam squirmed. It was one thing to see your own cock, another to have it shown to someone else.
His body prickled with embarrassment, and his cock leaked.
“I approve,” Harris rumbled.
Then Valen rolled his hips, pushing Sam forward along with him, and Sam watched in aroused shock as his cock shoved up against the hair at Harris’ groin, trailing precome across Harris’ skin. Harris growled, his lips curving into a smirk. Valen smoothed his fingers down Sam’s cock.
“Valen,” Sam gasped, curling his fingers into Valen’s shirt. He needed something to hold onto.
“Touch Sam,” Valen whispered. “Or suck him. Sam’s so damn good.”
Sam throbbed at those words. He hadn’t expected Valen to think that about him, years after they’d broken up. But Valen circled his fingers around Sam’s tip, dragging his foreskin down to expose his gleaming, sensitive head. Sam squirmed.
“You should’ve told me that Sam’s a delight,” Harris said. He reached into Sam’s jeans, caught Sam’s balls in his hot fingers.
Sam gasped. And Harris leaned in, kissed him deeply, his tongue sliding into Sam’s mouth. He was claiming Sam in that moment, learning Sam’s teeth, his tongue, his intimate places. Sam bucked his hips, his cock aching with need.
“You still like this?” Valen whispered. Swirled his callused fingertips around Sam’s tip, flicking that spot just under his head.
Pleasure streaked through his body. Sam jerked into his fist, moaning loud into Harris’ mouth. Harris rumbled in response, squeezing Sam’s balls. It was almost too much, their combined touch.
“Haven’t even touched his ass yet,” Valen growled. “You like him, Big H?”
“Yeah. Sam tastes great,” Harris growled against Sam’s mouth. Then he stroked both his hands up Sam’s front, found his nipples, and circled them with his thumbs. Like Valen, Harris’ hands were callused, his touch certain. He rolled Sam’s nipples, made them tingle.
“H-Harris, p-please,” Sam said.
“What do you want?” Valen whispered, his teeth grazing Sam’s shoulder. Then he pushed Sam’s jeans halfway down his thighs, taking his briefs with them.
Sam shivered in the cool air. Gasped when Valen’s fingers slid between his cheeks, his fingertips catching on Sam’s slick. Valen brushed all his fingertips against Sam’s hole, one by one.
“You feel so damn good,” Valen rasped. He gripped Sam’s cheeks, spread them to expose his hole. Then he slid his cock against Sam’s entrance, the fabric of his boxer-briefs dragging against Sam’s hole. Sam shuddered, crying out.
“The hell are you doing to Sam?” Harris murmured, nipping along Sam’s jaw.
“Letting him feel my cock. Wanna touch?” Valen’s tip nudged against Sam’s hole, and Sam whimpered, relaxing for him. Didn’t matter that Valen was still dressed. Sam was ready, hungry for his cock. Deep in heat as he was, Sam would take Valen’s cock with that thin cotton stretched over it. He didn’t care; all he wanted was Valen filling him. Or maybe Harris. Or both.
Harris pressed the front of his body against Sam, caught his lips again. Slipped into his mouth as he reached around Sam. Harris’ fingers dipped between Sam’s cheeks, circled the drenched skin around his hole.
Then his hand disappeared, and he slid Valen’s slippery tip into Sam, a blunt, thick weight pushing inside Sam’s body.
Sam choked on his moan, scrambling against Harris’ jacket, his body spreading for Valen.
Valen hissed. His cock jerked deeper into Sam, cotton and all, and it burned a little going in. “The hell, Harris,” he rasped.
Sam shuddered, moaning loud into Harris’ mouth.
Harris swore then, his breath rushing out, his body trembling. Musk flooded Sam’s nose, along with the scent of oak. Harris pulled away at the same time Valen slid out of Sam, leaving Sam’s body aching.
“Didn’t—didn’t mean to do that,” Valen panted. “Harris, you bastard.”
Harris looked down at himself. He was hard now, his cock thick and flushed, fine veins crisscrossing his skin. “The hell,” Harris said.
Valen’s cock pressed between Sam’s cheeks as he leaned in, looking over Sam’s shoulder. He glanced up, met Harris’ eyes with some disbelief. “You’re in a rut?”
“Looks like it,” Harris rasped, stroking his cock.
“Fuck,” Valen said. He reached around Sam, curled his fingers around Harris’ cock, and pumped it. Harris hissed, thrusting into his hand. Valen’s fingers smoothed over Harris’ cock, thumbing the velvety skin at his tip.
Harris’ cock looked good. It was thicker than Valen’s, slightly shorter. It would feel good inside Sam’s body, just like Valen’s cock had. Sam groaned, squirming.
At that sound, both Valen and Harris looked at him again. This time, Harris’ gaze was different. Sharper, hungrier. Like he wanted to slide his cock into Sam and pound deep, fill him with seed.
Sam’s hole squeezed.
“You on BC, Sam?” Harris growled, his voice lower than before.
Sam nodded. “Yeah. Go ahead. I—I don’t need condoms.”
Behind him, Valen groaned. He curled his fingers into Sam’s waist. When he pushed his cock between Sam’s cheeks again, his skin whispered against Sam’s body, silky and warm—he’d stripped off his briefs. And his shirt. Sam ached, just glimpsing the bare expanse of Valen’s tanned skin, the thick jut of his cock. He’d missed that about Valen, too.
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