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"You're going to make Leander so happy," Darren continued, nipping at the edge of Tristan's ear. "Your beautiful man is desperate to watch my big, strong husband claim your hot little ass. Maybe tomorrow night we can go out to your garage and play? Miles can fuck you in the backseat of your car just like you imagined, and I'll bend your sexy whore of a husband over so he can watch through the window. Would you like that?"

Pleasure surged in a rush, and Tristan sobbed, trembling, riding the edge of a powerful orgasm. He couldn't look away from how Miles jerked in his grip, flushed, slick, and shining with his arousal. "Sir, please... oh God, please - I can't - !"

"Ask me," Miles panted. His words were rough, clearly as on edge as Tristan was. "Be a good boy. Look at me and - and ask me for permission to come."

Miles's pupils were blown wide, breath ragged between parted lips. Looking into his eyes left Tristan flayed raw: too close, too intimate to survive. But he couldn't look away. And he had to obey. "Please," Tristan managed, shuddering, body screaming with the need for release. "Sir - Miles, please - ahhh, please may I come?"

"Fuck yes. Do it. Oh God, come for me!" Miles groaned, low and soul-deep, eyes falling briefly closed as he shaking underneath him. A hot, slick jet of his seed landed on Tristan's fingers. Miles was coming and Tristan's body answered. The world blacked out around him to the pleasure that crashed over him, pulling him helplessly under to tumble like a wave on the shore. He was obeying and he'd made Miles come.

The knowledge of both was too much to hold at once. He buried his face in Miles's neck again with a cry. Letting go, he pulled every rush of sensation from him in helpless jerks, everything fading but the deep gratification of having Miles cover his chest and stomach with his seed.

Panting, Miles kissed his temple, arm tight around him, and his breath hot against Tristan's skin. "Good boy," he groaned, shuddering. "Oh, God... you're such a good boy for us. God... Tristan..."

Despite barely being able to breathe, Tristan yielded, whimpering into his lips as Miles kissed him. He'd made Miles come. He never wanted to stop kissing him. The thought of what might come next for them was more thrilling than he'd ever imagined. And more terrifying.

"It's alright," Darren murmured, stroking his back. "You did so well, little bunny. Both of you did so well for each other. Just breathe. I'm so proud of you both."

The warmth in Darren's voice helped soothe his uncertainty. The soft kisses Miles pressed to his face soothed him more. "Such a good boy," Miles murmured in agreement. "Thank you, Tristan. Thank you for being so obedient for me."

Tristan managed to nod, focusing on drawing slow, deep breaths. He had to believe Miles meant what he said. At least for tonight. Anything else they could figure out tomorrow.

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12 - Setting Expectations

Darren Quinn

This could be absolutely incredible... or it could go very bad.

The thought was never far from Darren's mind as they talked over drinks at Leander and Tristan's very nice house in Cambridge. He didn't have to know Tristan to understand the tension and regret in the man's form as he tried to disclose his past with Miles. As for Miles, his husband's tendency towards worry and self-doubt could very quickly lead to Miles convincing himself he wasn't right for Tristan after all. He'd need to do everything he could to encourage them both in the opposite direction.

He could tell Leander was worried too, and tried to reassure the pretty man as much as he could. As much as he'd never believed in gay telepathy, from a few careful words exchanged, he was fairly certain Leander understood his purpose. He was more certain when Leander left them for sleep that the man was giving him an opportunity to do something, flashing Darren a hopeful smile as he left.

There were some things that Darren knew very well, especially when it came to Miles. Wrapping Tristan's desire around his little finger was blessedly easy. There was still something awkward between them after they'd both gotten off for him, but the tension had broken and, more importantly, it would be impossible for either to deny what they wanted. It was a good first step.

As soon as they were settled in the pool house, with Tristan off to bed, Miles pressed close. "Darren... are you sure this is okay?"

Darren could easily understand the reason for his husband's tortured desire: Tristan's young, impossible, one-sided crush. Which had clearly not been as one-sided as Tristan thought. Darren couldn't help but chuckle as he pulled Miles close. "My poor, strong, handsome pet," he purred softly, nuzzling a kiss to Miles's mouth. "It must have been such a shock when your horny little sixteen-year-old friend admitted his feelings. It sounds as if you conducted yourself so admirably. I'm so proud of you."

Blessedly, much of the tension left Miles's body in a soft, rueful laugh. "I felt really guilty about it for a while, like I must have led him on. I couldn't let myself think of him that way when he seemed so much younger than me, back then."

"I'm sure Tristan understands that," Darren assured him, relieved when his husband returned his smile. "You were, what, seventeen? Eighteen??"

"Yeah."

"Then you were basically a saint," Darren told him firmly, and punctuated his words with a kiss. "Alright. Being that was long ago, and we're all grown adults now... would you still like to learn how to dominate him?"

Miles caught his bottom lip between his teeth briefly with an unmistakable flash of longing. "You really don't believe that would be inappropriate of me? When he was almost like a brother to me?"

"Not in any way."

"Even if..." Miles swallowed. "Even if he still wants me to... to fill that role for him now, too?"

There it was. The source of the worry. Darren lifted a hand to caress his cheek. "Perhaps... part of you wanted to keep things as they were between you and be his lover too?"

Miles's lips tightened as he gave a sharp shake of his head. "I didn't... I couldn't."

"I know." Darren caressed his cheek gently. "It's alright to regret, love."