Harris stroked Valen’s lip, pressing down lightly on it, sliding another finger into Valen’s mouth.
“Suck that, V,” Harris rasped, his bulge growing. “Get it all wet.”
Valen groaned, taking Harris’ fingers deeper. It wasn’t quite the same as him accepting Harris’ cock, but Sam loved watching it anyway. Except the implications of Harris’ slippery fingers sank in.
Sam stopped breathing. “You’re—You’re using that here?”
Harris’ smile grew. The way he looked at Sam, there wasn’t any question where those fingers were going next.
“Wait,” Valen said around Harris’ fingers, looking pointedly at their alpha. “It’s Sam’s birthday. He needs to get his birthday spanking first.”
Sam froze. He’d forgotten about the birthday spanking. They were still in the doorway. And Valen tugged the back of Sam’s pants down, exposing his ass, too.
“Turn around, Sam,” Harris murmured, withdrawing his fingers from Valen’s mouth. They glistened, looking like they would slide easily into Sam’s body.
Breathlessly, Sam obeyed, reaching down. “Do I present for you?”
Harris groaned, shoving at his own cock. “Not yet. You’ll get your spanking first.”
But he slipped his wet fingers between Sam’s cheeks, Valen’s saliva brushing Sam’s skin. Harris nudged Sam’s hole. Sam groaned, lifting his ass, relaxing for his alpha.
“Fuck,” Harris hissed, circling Sam’s entrance. “Sam’s inviting us inside. Such a sweet opening, Sam. Tight and ready, just for us.”
Sam blushed. Harris and Valen enjoyed admiring his body, telling each other what they loved about him. And it kind of made Sam self-conscious, even as it aroused him.
Valen groaned, palming his cock. “Start the spanking, or I will.”
Harris growled. Then came a sharp, resounding strike on Sam’s bare ass. “Count it, Sam.”
“One.” Sam’s face burned. Birthday spankings were something he’d done as a child, but doing this with his alphas... it was something entirely different. Especially when the impact left a slight sting on his ass, making him acutely aware of that part of his body, and his alphas’ attention on it.
Valen rumbled, pleased. Then he reached around and smacked Sam on the same cheek, a light impact shooting down Sam’s nerves.
Sam gasped. “Two.”
Harris spanked his other cheek. Valen kept on his side, but the impact was harder this time, going all the way through Sam’s cock.
“Three, four,” Sam whimpered, his cock jutting up, betraying him.
Valen’s smile grew. He grasped Sam’s cock and tugged on it, meeting Sam’s eyes. “Someone’s enjoying his birthday spanking.”
Sam flushed, unable to help rutting into Valen’s hand.
“How much is he enjoying it?” Harris growled, leaning close, his bulge pressing against Sam’s bottom, hard and demanding.
“He’s giving us more precome.” Valen gathered the trail of fluid collecting around the edge of Sam’s foreskin, sucking his damp finger into his mouth. “Mm, salty.”
“Let me taste it.” With a rumble, Harris slipped his hand against Valen’s nape and hauled him close, kissing him over Sam’s shoulder. This pressed them both flush against Sam, solid chests and hard cocks, their musk filling his lungs. Sam gulped, squirming, rubbing himself against both their bodies.
“Damn,” Valen hissed, grinding against Sam’s abdomen. He pulled Harris closer so their bulges pressed indents into Sam’s body, Sam trapped between both his alphas. It was the best cage he’d ever been in. “Hurry up and finish that spanking,” Valen growled, reaching behind Sam to grab Harris’ bulge. “I want to see both of you naked.”
With a grunt, Harris shoved his cock against Valen’s hand. Valen released Sam and fumbled with Harris’ pants. A zipper rasped. Then Harris’ cock brushed Sam’s back, thick and heavy, ready to thrust into him. Sam’s insides grew molten.
Without warning, Harris’ palm cracked against Sam’s ass, sending a jolt up his spine.
“F-five,” Sam gasped. Valen groaned and spanked him, too, and Harris followed with another. “Six, seven.”
Valen landed another slap on Sam’s ass. Then he grasped Sam’s stinging cheeks and pulled them apart, presenting Sam to Harris. “Spank him there,” Valen rasped. “Right on his hole.”
Feeling exposed and vulnerable, Sam shuddered, whimpering.
“Gods, you’re twisted,” Harris growled. But he obliged, a light smack landing between Sam’s cheeks, right against his opening. It wasn’t hard enough to hurt—just enough to make him even more sensitive there.
“Nine,” Sam whined.
“How does it feel?” Valen whispered in Sam’s ear. Sam couldn’t find the words to describe it. And Valen released his cheeks. “Hold him open for me, Big H.”
Harris spread Sam’s ass, groaning. “You don’t know how difficult it is,” Harris hissed. “Not slamming into Sam, claiming him right now.”
Valen cursed. His knuckles pressed against Sam’s back, like he’d grasped Harris’ cock. Valen stroked Harris. “Fuck, Sam,” he said hoarsely. “Harris is rock-hard, just for you.”
Sam imagined Harris opening his body, and his hole leaked.
Valen rubbed Sam’s drenched hole, his breath rushing out of him. Then he gave Sam a series of light spanks, all on his hole. “Getting this ready for us,” Valen growled, spanking Sam there. “So pink and tight. Love opening you with my cock.”
Sam panted, his oncoming heat growing heavier in his bones. He’d thought it might set in tomorrow, but the way his alphas crowded around him, filling his lungs with musk, promising him their cocks... His need grew, his entire body starting to ache like his heat had already begun. “V-Valen. Harris. Please.”
Musk rolled off his skin. Harris pressed his nose into Sam’s hair, at the same time Valen’s nostrils flared.
“Sam,” Harris began.
“You’re in heat, aren’t you?” Valen growled, reaching down to stroke Sam’s neglected cock. “You smell... different.”
Harris groaned, grinding his cock between Sam’s asscheeks, against his sensitive hole. Sam arched, offering Harris his body. Valen swore and squeezed Sam’s cock.
“Fuck,” Harris hissed. “I should stop.”
But he couldn’t pull himself away, instead fitting his cock snug against Sam’s hole, his breath hot in Sam’s hair. Sam moaned.
“I love seeing your cock between Sam’s cheeks. Right before you put it inside.” Valen spanked Sam’s ass. “You stopped counting, Sam.”
“I lost count.” Sam squirmed, pushing himself against Harris’ cock, his own dripping shamefully.
“Then you’ll start from ten.”
