“Micah likes?” Spike asked, pushing his tongue into Micah’s hole, opening him with it. Micah’s spine arched.
“Yeah,” Kai growled, musk rolling off his skin. “His pupils blew open. What’re you doing?”
Spike pulled back out. “Tasting him. Mm.”
Then he probed back inside, and Micah’s tip pushed eagerly out of his foreskin, his body betraying him.
“Taste good?” Kai asked. Spike’s only answer was a groan.
This had happened a few times since the three of them had gotten together—Kai and Spike describing to each other what they were doing to Micah. And it never failed to make Micah flush, his embarrassment heightening his sensitivity somehow.
“He’s hard,” Kai said, a slow smirk spreading across his lips. He reached between Micah’s legs, his callused fingers whispering down Micah’s cock, sending a rush of pleasure through his veins. “Gonna taste him from here.”
Spike rumbled. Kai slanted his lips, catching Micah in a rough, possessive kiss that made Micah’s toes curl. He’d never done this before—Kai’s tongue sweeping into his mouth, at the same time Spike tasted his hole. They were both inside him, and his cock ached.
Kai wrapped his fingers around Micah’s cock. Micah jerked, his hips rolling. He couldn’t help reacting to them both, needing more. Spike pulled Micah’s hips toward himself, his breath warm against Micah’s cheeks.
“One of the things I love best about Micah,” Spike said, rubbing his thumb down the back of Micah’s balls. “He’s so fucking sensitive.”
Then he squeezed Micah’s sac, sending a jolt of pleasure through Micah’s body. Micah jerked forward, his cock grinding against Kai’s palm.
“Fuck, yeah,” Kai rumbled, his gaze appreciative as he pulled Micah’s foreskin down. He swirled his thumb over Micah’s exposed head, flicking just beneath it, where Spike had discovered was Micah’s most sensitive spot.
Spike hadn’t said it in front of Micah at that point, but the next time Kai had touched him, he’d gone for that same spot, too.
It made Micah wonder how much they each saw about him, and how much they’d told each other.
They knew most of his secrets. They were still here, still pleasuring him, and maybe, just for another day, Micah could pretend this was all without consequence.
Kai’s cock grew thick. Micah reached for it, stroking his fingers down its curved length. He hadn’t had enough of it. Spike’s, too.
“Want something?” Kai growled, rutting into his palm.
“M-maybe.” Micah squeezed Kai’s cock, clenching around Spike’s tongue. Spike broke his lewd kiss and pushed something into Micah, thicker than two fingers. Micah hissed, spreading around him, his cock jerking in Kai’s fist.
“Whatever you just put inside him, he loves it,” Kai growled.
“Three fingers,” Spike rasped. “So ready for Kai’s cock.”
Micah’s face burned. He was desperate, and both brothers knew it.
Kai pumped Micah’s cock, driving slow, deliberate waves of sensation through Micah’s body. “You fuck him, Spike. I’ll watch.”
Micah groaned. Spike stood, his blunt tip nudging between Micah’s cheeks, his hot chest pressing against Micah’s back.
“I love touching you,” Spike whispered into Micah’s ear, grinding his thick cock against Micah’s hole. “I love how you get so damn tight around me.”
He grasped Micah’s cheeks and spread them again, shoving Micah flush against Kai’s body. “Gods, Micah.” Kai’s heat burned down Micah’s skin; his cock jutted demandingly against Micah’s front. Micah gasped, rising up onto tiptoes so their cocks met, grinding together. Kai’s cock was heavy against his own, thick and slippery. Micah’s body tightened with need.
Kai wrapped his fist around them and fucked up; every slide of their skin sent tingles down Micah’s nerves. Kai’s body was ravenous, but his eyes—they burned into Micah’s soul.
Spike snapped his hips, sinking his cock into Micah’s soaked hole. Micah cried out, stretching around him.
“F-fuck,” Spike whispered, thrusting deep into Micah. “I love you.”
Those three words stuck inside Micah’s head. I love you, he thought, as Spike’s cock drove inside him, grinding against his prostate. There was more to the sentiment, but all Micah could think was I love Spike. Spike’s hands grasped his hips heavily, his cock fitting snug inside Micah’s body, like it was meant to be there.
Spike ground a jolt of pleasure through his prostate.
“I,” Micah gasped, his heart swelling full. Just the thought of both of them here with him, accepting the horrors of his body—he wanted to be beautiful for them.
“Love you,” Spike growled, snapping his hips, dragging his wrists down Micah’s chest. “Gonna come inside and fill you up with love.”
Micah shuddered. He needed to stop thinking. He shouldn’t say it, especially when he was facing Kai. I love you.
But Spike dragged his teeth down Micah’s shoulder, just next to his scent gland. Micah wanted him to bite down, wanted Spike to mark him.
He wanted to belong to Spike, too.
“I,” Micah panted, feverish with his need. I love you. He clamped his mouth shut.
“You...?” Spike asked, breathing hard.
Kai leaned in, giving Micah a dirty, hungry kiss, his tongue sweeping into Micah’s mouth. Spike thrust hard into him, hitting the sweetest spot inside.
Micah’s pleasure jolted up his spine, unyielding, wrenching his climax through his body. He cried out and shuddered, his cock pulsing in Kai’s fist. “I-I—” He dug his nails into Kai’s arms, Kai’s breath puffing against his skin.
“I love you,” Micah blurted, spurting onto Kai.
And then he froze, the horror of saying it to the wrong brother crashing through him.
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Micah
Spike’s thrusts slowed. Kai opened his eyes, surprised. And Micah wanted the floor of the shower to swallow him up.
“I—I shouldn’t have said that,” Micah said, his face burning. “I didn’t mean it.”
That was better than telling one of them, and not the other.
Spike pulled out of him, leaning sideways to study Micah’s face.
“I should go.” Micah made to step outside the shower. He couldn’t deal with this, not when he’d messed up so badly.
Before he could leave, Spike grabbed his arm, whirling him around to face them. “You love Kai?” he asked,
