He walked them closer to Harris, until Sam’s cock nudged against Harris’ groin, and Valen caught Harris’ jacket, unzipping the length of it. Shoved it off Harris’ shoulders, and tugged his shirt up.
“You’re gonna love Harris naked,” Valen added. “He looks damn hot.”
Sam licked his lips nervously. But all Harris did was raise an eyebrow at them. So Sam hooked his thumbs into Harris’ pants and pushed them down, his attention fixed on the jut of Harris’ cock, the drop of precome gathering at his tip. Harris’ cock dragged hot and heavy against Sam’s belly. Then as he pushed Harris’ jeans further down, Harris’ cock slid up Sam’s chest. It smelled like musk, like salt. Sam’s mouth watered.
The entire time, Valen’s cock remained lodged between Sam’s cheeks. Sam gulped, rocking against Valen, purring at the delicious friction between their skin.
Harris yanked off his shirt, stepped out of his shoes and jeans. Valen tugged Sam’s sweater off, slid his hot palms down Sam’s chest. He stepped on the backs of Sam’s shoes, helped him out of his socks and pants, and then Sam was naked in a kitchen with two alphas, his cock throbbing, his skin prickling as they looked him over.
He’d come to Harris’ mansion for a cooking class. Instead, all three of them were naked, both alphas in ruts. Alphas who wanted to slide inside Sam’s body, maybe fill him full of come.
Valen stepped up close to Sam, grabbed Harris’ arm and pulled him close, so both their cocks ground against Sam’s skin, heavy and hungry. Sam leaked.
Harris caught both his cock and Sam’s, squeezed them together in his fist. He met Valen’s eyes. “His foreskin, you said?”
“Yeah,” Valen growled. “Sam’s tip is so damn sensitive—touch him there long enough, and he’ll shoot all over you.”
Sam’s cheeks burned. It was true. Harris’ lips pulled into a smirk. Then Harris slipped his fingertip beneath the edge of Sam’s foreskin, smoothed the rough pad of his finger around Sam’s head. Pleasure skimmed down Sam’s nerves; he jerked up helplessly, his precome smearing on Harris’ skin.
“Yeah, just like that,” Valen whispered. He slid his cock up against Sam’s hole. “Present for me, Sam.”
Sam’s stomach swooped; his hole squeezed tight. He hadn’t heard Valen say that in years. And those words still hadn’t lost their effect on him, when his body trembled, slick trickling down his thighs. He angled his hips up, pulled his cheeks apart to show Valen his hole.
Valen rumbled. “Very nice.”
He slid his hot hand down Sam’s back, over the curve of his ass. Then he brushed his thumb down just beside Sam’s hole, catching the damp, slippery skin there.
As Harris stroked Sam’s cock, Valen knelt behind him, his breath warm on Sam’s skin. “Lean on Harris,” Valen said.
Sam reached forward hesitantly, pressed his hands against Harris’ solid pecs. Moaned as Valen bent him slightly forward, closing his hand around Sam’s balls. Then he dragged his tongue up along Sam’s crack, right over his hole, his tongue soft and damp. Sam gasped.
Harris smiled. “Where’s he now?”
“A-At my ass,” Sam said. Harris’ smirk widened.
Harris stroked Sam’s cock harder, rolled his hips so their cocks slid together, his own small against Harris’. Then Valen flicked the point of his tongue against Sam’s hole, and Sam writhed. Harris caught his lips, swallowed his moan.
“M-more,” Sam panted, groaning when Valen’s tongue pushed into his body. “V-Valen?”
“Where’s he now?” Harris asked.
“Inside!” Sam’s voice lifted by an octave. Couldn’t believe Valen was inside him, tasting him.
“So damn tasty,” Valen growled. Licked deeper.
“You like it,” Harris whispered, dragging his fingers along Sam’s cock. He looked down, and Sam followed his gaze. Sam’s cock was thick, dark red, close to release. “Do you like it when Valen pleasures you?”
Sam’s body ached. “Yes,” he gasped, his balls heavy with come. He thrust at Harris. “Please.”
“Valen’s the one fucking you tonight,” Harris said, cradling Sam’s cheek. He brushed his fingers down Sam’s cock. “If you’d like, you could taste me.”
Behind Sam, Valen sucked in a sharp breath. “Harris? You aren’t...?”
Harris shook his head slightly. “I want you to have the honors—unless Sam objects?”
Harris met Sam’s gaze, his eyebrows raised. Sam squirmed. He really did have a choice, and it felt... nice. Safe. “I wanted both of you,” he mumbled, his face hot. “Maybe not at the same time. I don’t think I can fit you both.”
Wasn’t sure how he felt, admitting he still wanted Valen, years after they’d broken up.
Both alphas rumbled. Valen squeezed Sam’s ass, licking up over his sensitive hole. Sam’s nerves tingled.
“Just a taste for me, then,” Harris murmured. “Valen’s need is far greater.”
Sam didn’t know what that meant, but it didn’t matter. His body ached.
With one sturdy hand on Sam’s waist, Harris turned him around.
Valen had straightened, his lips gleaming. He locked gazes with Sam warily; they hadn’t had eye contact much since they met this evening. Standing naked in front of each other... it was probably too intimate.
Behind him, Harris slid his arms around Sam’s waist, fitting his chest against Sam’s back. His cock pressed between Sam’s cheeks, and it was thick, hot. Sam’s slick smeared over him.
“You’re beautiful,” Harris murmured, sliding his hand down Sam’s chest, brushing his thumbs over Sam’s nipples. Pleasure skittered through Sam’s skin.
“He’s never said that to me before,” Valen said, his lips quirking into a smile. “It’s a compliment. I’d accept it.”
It felt odd standing between Valen and his lover, when Sam had shared so much history with Valen. Valen was aware of Sam’s discomfort, could still read him; Sam knew that now. He squirmed. Then gasped when Harris slipped a finger into his ass.
Valen smiled. “Feel good?”
“Yeah,” Harris growled. “Sam’s damn tight.”
Sam flushed. Squirmed when Harris pushed his finger deeper, until he found Sam’s prostate. Then he nudged it, and Sam’s cock jerked. This, too, didn’t seem right, having Valen watch as his lover touched Sam inside. And yet... Sam wanted this. Wanted the pleasure his heat made
