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Ash tugged at his hair, pulling him up for a breath or two. Blake’s eyes were wet, long eyelashes damp. His cheeks had pinkened from exertion. Ash said, words tumbling, “So good, so sweet, taking it all…is this good, for you? Our Blake.”
Blake moaned, wordless and blissful, and licked at the tip of Ash’s spent prick, mouthing, nuzzling. “Ah,” Ash said, “more, then…” and guided him back down, so that Blake could suckle at the length.
Cam felt his own body tighten, pushing him toward the brink, at that. He thrust harder, pounding, hips slamming into Blake’s. Incontrovertible. Inarguable. Forever.
Blake had begun shaking, twitching, helpless tiny spasms between them. His mouth was occupied by Ash’s softening cock; his eyes had closed. Ash said, “Cam—” and used the hand in Blake’s hair to ease him up; Blake was trembling, breathing frayed at the edges, as Ash’s prick slid from his lips.
Cam stopped moving. Buried in him, but not thrusting. “Blake. Look at us.”
Blake shivered, tried to focus, couldn’t quite seem to. His eyes were wide and hazy, swallowed by submission, drowned in it.
“Shh,” Cam told him, “you’re fine, lad, you’re safe, we’re here, just breathe for us,” and eased out of him, gingerly. His own cock throbbed, denied release; less important, for now.
Ashley said again, more concerned, “Cam—should we—”
“We’re all right, lad.” He touched Blake’s cheek. “Can you look at me, just now? Blake?” Reassuringly, Blake could, and did; but was shaking everywhere. Cam ran a thumb along his cheekbone. “Too much? Talk to me.”
“Cam,” Blake whispered, barely a sound; and turned his face into Cam’s hand, not hiding but overwhelmed.
“All right, come on…you’re here, we’re here, I’ve got you. D’you want us to stop? Give you a minute, then?”
Blake shook his head this time, but that wasn’t a word. Cam sighed. “You remember your signal for that, love? You tell me you do remember, or we stop now. If you can’t recall.”
“I…” Blake shut his eyes, opened them. “No, please…please don’t stop. I need…”
“Aye, I know, but we’re not doing this if you’re not here with us.”
“Please just…” Blake shut his eyes again. Exhaled. Opened them. More awareness had come back. “Viola. But it’s all right, I’m not saying it, don’t stop, please.”
Cam studied his face for a moment. Nodded.
Ashley said, softly, “Can I help?”
“You can.” Cam drew Blake closer, kissed him. “Something nicer, I’m thinking. How about we let Ash hold you, and I’ll give you what you need, but slow. Gentle.”
Blake nodded back, and it was a true answer, so Cam tucked him down into Ashley’s open arms and slid in behind him and petted him for a moment, cock pressed snug against Blake’s inviting arse. Ash held Blake close, kissed him across lips and cheek and eyebrow and nose, shifted their hips so that Blake’s rigid unfulfilled prick rubbed against his spent length.
Oh, that was very nice; Cam approved, especially as Ash stroked Blake’s hip. Their mingled hair fell over the pillowcase, light and dark against creamy linen.
He kissed the nape of Blake’s neck, under wayward witch-dark hair. “I’d like to fuck you now. If it’s not too much.”
“It’s not,” Blake murmured dreamily. “Yours, please.”
“So you are. Ours. And so very good at that. Being ours.” Back to it, but slowly, tenderly. With care, with love. Blake moaned as Cam adjusted their bodies, handled him, pushed in. This position did not offer much leverage for hard thrusts, but that wasn’t what they needed, just now.
They needed this: this molten pooling together, moving together, flowing. Joined.
He breathed, knowing they’d both hear the words, “So good, you are—like this, him holding you, me inside you, you can feel it all, aye?—everything we’re doing to you, how much we want you, how we love you…” and he meant I need this, I need all of this, I want this, I love you both completely, as he moved inside Blake and Ash’s hand reached over to rest on his hip, pulling him closer.
Ash whispered, “Can he come?” Blake moaned again, beyond words, shuddering between them.
Cam said, “He can—you can, go on, show us how good you feel, let go, let it out,” and rocked into him again, deep-seated, to the hilt.
Blake made a sound like a sob, as if unable to hold back even that; and his body convulsed, and he was coming: a long drawn-out flood of climax, white-hot and liquid and given over to them.
So lovely, so beloved, and Cam heard himself groan, caught up in the wave of it, tumbling over that peak.
They stayed together, entangled, for some uncounted sunlit time. The bed was warm around them. One of the pillows had tumbled to the floor. It lay atop the woven rug, in the sunstreak.
