He loved seeing the outline of his tip behind Spike’s cheek, he loved seeing Spike’s lips stretched around him, taking his cock. More than that, he loved having Spike this close, Spike treating Kai as his alpha. Mine, mine, mine.
“Fuck,” Kai hissed, his cock throbbing so hard, he had to pull out so he didn’t lose control. Wasn’t gonna pin Spike right now. Maybe later.
“I’ll do the fucking,” Spike said, his eyes dark. “Been a while since I claimed your ass. Punish you a little for leaving.”
Spike wasn’t going gentle, then. Kai’s hole squeezed; he groaned, remembering the thrust of Spike’s thick cock inside him. “All yours.”
Spike growled, pumping his own cock. He always looked good, his pecs defined, his abs solid, his cock thick as it sought to burrow itself inside a hot, tight hole. Micah’s, or Kai’s. Kai pulled Spike to his feet, grabbing Spike’s warm, smooth cock. “You gonna fuck Micah, too?”
Spike grinned, thrusting into Kai’s fist. “Who knows? I figure we’ll share him and each other until we’re completely spent. And then we’ll do it again.”
Until they all smelled like each other, and there wasn’t a doubt who belonged to who anymore. Kai grinned, taking the skirt Spike handed him.
It wasn’t actually a skirt. Just a rectangle of cloth that Kai wrapped around his hips and tied off at the back. It would have fallen to mid-thigh... had Kai not been hard. As it was, he had to push his cock down, and fix his skirt. Spike smoothed his hot palm over Kai’s bulge, patting it.
Then he stripped and tied on his own skirt, and Kai admired the silky cloth barely clinging to his brother’s hips, Spike’s strong thighs flexing behind the material, his cock a thick, gleaming line behind the satin.
There came a knock on the door. Spike turned to Kai, and Kai couldn’t help his grin.
“One sec,” Spike said, reaching for his phone. He pulled up the song for the dance—a rumbling, fast-paced track that was all about sex. “Okay, we’re ready.”
The door opened. Micah stepped into the room, back in his thin shirt and clinging pants. There was a pair of briefs in his hand, though, and for a moment, Kai imagined him wearing nothing under those pants. His cock jerked eagerly.
Micah had frozen in the doorway, staring. “Oh, gods,” he breathed, sagging bonelessly against the doorjamb. His gaze raked over Kai and Spike, and the bulge between his legs thickened.
“York said you liked this dance,” Spike said, hitting the play button on the song. “So here’s a private performance.”
He tossed the phone on the bed, stepping back next to Kai. As the music filled the room, Kai followed his brother’s moves—stretching his arms out, raising them above his head so his biceps flexed. Then he rolled his hips, and Micah’s gaze dragged down their bodies, flicking between Spike and Kai, his musk spreading through the room.
It was a track by the Phantom Growls, and the alpha singer sang about spreading someone open, filling them up. Kai thrust his hips, watching from the corner of his eye as Spike’s cock lifted his skirt up completely, so Micah caught a glimpse of that thick length. Micah whimpered.
Then they were turning around, bending over with their legs spread, and Micah made a soft, choked sound. Kai rarely had his ass bared to someone aside from Spike, but showing Micah? That gave him a thrill, too.
“If you want our asses,” Spike said with a grin as he arched his back, raising himself back to an upright position, “we’re happy to oblige.”
“Yeah,” Kai growled, his cock aching as he turned back to face Micah, kicking his legs up behind him, one, then the other. Then he leaped into the air with Spike, and when they landed, the updraft lifted the skirt completely off Kai’s cock.
Micah groaned, reaching down to stroke himself. Kai straightened his skirt. Spike did, too—not that the move concealed much for either of them. But watching Micah’s pleased smile, even as he blushed... that was a treat.
In time to the music, Kai hopped slowly around, each jump lifting the skirt off his cock, like a peek-a-boo show. Then they kicked their legs sideways, and the skirt flipped up again. Cool air brushed Kai’s balls, stroking up his crack.
Whoever choreographed this song... they must’ve done it to keep the skirts off the dancers’ cocks. Or their asses. Kai rolled his hips, snapping them up. His cock thumped heavily against his pelvis. Then the skirt gathered between his cock and his body, leaving Kai’s cock on full display for the remainder of the song.
Micah gulped, working over his own cock—he looked like he wasn’t even aware of touching himself, just watching Kai and Spike. It felt good, knowing Micah had full approval of their dance.
“Want something, Micah?” Spike asked, snapping his hips up.
His stiff cock flicked upward, his balls tight, too. Kai wanted to step over, wanted to jam his cock between Spike’s cheeks, and dance body-to-body with him. And maybe, when they were doing one of those jumps, Kai might accidentally grind against Spike’s hole. Maybe he’d end up pushing into Spike. ‘Accidentally’.
Micah groaned, his fingers catching on his zipper, as though he was going to pull it down. But he remembered that he was supposed to keep his clothes on, flattening his palms against his thighs. His cheeks turned pink.
Gods, Kai wanted to be inside him, too. Wanted to fuck Micah until he thrashed and panted, his tight ass squeezing helplessly around Kai’s cock. He wanted to hear Micah moan his name, wanted to feel Micah’s cock pulse against his fingers, shooting come.
Something yanked behind Kai’s stomach then, something that crashed heavy and ravenous through his body, sending yet more blood between his legs.
