Sam reached down, tucking Valen’s cock back under the lace. The lace barely fitted him—he was thick, flushed, and part of the lace was dark, soaked with precome. Sam’s body grew hotter; his own ass grew wet, preparing itself for his alphas. Harris stroked his fingertip over Sam’s hole, a gentle reminder that he was there.
“Like what you see?” Harris murmured.
“Yeah,” Sam breathed. He curled his fingers around Valen’s cock, squeezed him through the lace. Then he slipped Valen’s cock out, leaned in, and took Valen into his mouth. Valen groaned, his cock jerking. He was salty on Sam’s tongue, heavy, and Sam held Valen’s legs open. Felt every tremor as he took Valen deeper in, until Valen hit the back of his throat.
“Fuck, Sam,” Valen whispered, his fingers twitching.
Sam sucked on him, slow and gently, until Valen clenched his fists, his thighs trembling. It was so easy to pin his knees open, watch him be completely vulnerable to Sam.
Valen trusted Sam with his pleasure, his body, and Sam licked down his cock, savoring this power he had over his alpha. Was this what Harris felt, when Harris took Valen for himself?
He took Valen back into his mouth, sucked the precome from Valen’s tip until he panted, his head thrown back, so hard that fine veins crossed his skin. With each suck, Valen strained against his bonds, his fingers curling, as though he wanted to grab Sam, pin him down.
Sam slid off him and grinned.
“Damn it, Sam,” Valen hissed, his chest heaving. His eyes flashed, hungry and dangerous, his wrists straining against the ropes.
Sam grew even wetter. He peeled Valen’s waistband down past his balls, and took a moment to stroke them. Valen’s balls were tight, drawn up close to his body; he hadn’t been lying when he said Harris had been teasing him for ages.
“Want that come inside you?” Harris murmured in Sam’s ear, stroking Sam’s chest. “He’ll fill you up good.”
Sam gulped. He always wanted all their come. Maybe it meant he was greedy, too, but he loved the times when Harris came inside him first, and Valen took his turn after.
“We’ll get it all inside you,” Harris said, circling Sam’s hole with his fingertip. Sam groaned, pushing back at him. Harris took his touch away.
Sam slid his palms down Valen’s exposed thighs, catching the lace around his hips. Slid them down his ass, then shoved them along his legs, exposing Valen’s ass.
It was glorious beneath him, all solid, warm muscle. But Valen’s hole—Sam had never looked closely at it before. It was small, pink and puckered, and Sam wondered how he’d fit his cock inside. But he’d also seen Harris’ cock in there—if Valen could fit Harris, then he could definitely fit Sam.
“Here,” Harris said. He crawled over to the bedside table, tossing a bottle of lube over. “Use it liberally.”
Valen grinned. “I’m not sure if I should be happy you’re encouraging him.”
“‘Course you should,” Harris said. He stopped by Valen’s shoulders, swung his leg over Valen’s chest, and rubbed his covered balls over Valen’s lips.
Valen groaned, licking them, his tongue pink against white lace. Then he took Harris’ balls into his mouth, sucked them through the panties. Sam stared, his cock throbbing. He’d probably never get tired of watching them.
“Here, I’ll help,” Harris said. He leaned forward, caught Valen’s knees, and pulled them up, raising Valen’s ass closer to Sam. Opened him wider. “Two squirts on his hole, then another two inside.”
Valen groaned, his hole squeezing. Sam touched his fingertip to Valen’s warm skin, and Valen made a small, helpless noise, relaxing. Inviting Sam in.
His heart thudding, Sam uncapped the lube bottle. Sometimes, Harris liked pushing the blunt tip into Valen, but Sam wanted to make sure Valen was properly lubricated. He squeezed clear gel onto his fingers, then rubbed them over Valen’s hole. It clenched beneath him.
“Gods, Sam.”
Sam paused, looking up. “More?”
“Fuck, yes,” Valen growled. Then he relaxed, and Sam gulped. Pushed his fingertip into his alpha. Valen moaned.
Valen was hot inside, tight, like Sam was himself. Sam slid his finger deeper, felt Valen squeeze around him, snug. Then he thought about Valen around his cock, and whimpered.
Harris reached down, slipped his cock out of his panties. Sam paused, admiring its thick length, the dampness at its tip. Harris stroked his cock, then rubbed its tip against Valen’s lips, and pushed in. Valen clenched around Sam’s finger.
Harris smirked. “He wants something up his ass, doesn’t he?”
Valen did. Sam gulped, sliding his finger all the way in. Withdrew, squirted more lube onto Valen’s hole, and pushed it in, lubricating him inside. Valen groaned around Harris’ cock.
“Now, wet yourself with your own slick, and get inside,” Harris said, his eyes glimmering with hunger. “Fuck him real good.”
Just the heat around Sam’s finger was almost too much. Sam swallowed, lubed Valen up more. Then he reached down behind himself, slipped his fingers past the lace, and pushed his fingers into his own ass. He was slicker inside, just as hot. Sam brushed his own prostate, and moaned at the pleasure. Harris growled.
When he withdrew his fingers, they glistened in the sunlight.
“Perfect,” Harris rumbled. Before Sam reached for himself, Harris caught his wrist. Harris pulled his cock out of Valen’s mouth, slipped his other hand beneath Valen’s head, and propped Valen against his thigh. Valen’s gaze raked down Sam’s body, his lips wet.
“Watch,” Harris said. Sam watched through the mirror—his belly was too big for him to see his own cock, now.
Harris dragged his wrist down Sam’s cock, marking it with oak. Next, he angled Sam’s cock down, and rubbed Sam’s wrist along the other side of his cock, marking it with dahlia.
“Continue,” Harris murmured.
Harris wanted him to mark Valen inside, with both their scents. Valen groaned. Sam throbbed. He wiped his slick over his cock, reached behind for more. When he was entirely slippery, Harris caught Valen’s knees again, held him open. Valen groaned, straining
