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"Promise." Miles kissed his hair, stroking his fingers up into the back restlessly. "And we'll talk while we're apart. Promise I'll call."

"We'll start planning something special for each of you," Darren agreed, not seeming any more ready to pull away from Leander than Miles did from Tristan. He dragged both hands down to shamelessly stroke and squeeze his ass, while Leander melted against him. The adoration in Leander's eyes was an emotion Miles was deeply familiar with, which felt reassuring and right. He couldn't imagine leaving Darren with a sub who didn't recognize how fortunate he was to have Darren, or was anything less than entirely devoted to his masterful dominance.

"You've both been such good boys for us," Darren continued, smile widening as Leander shivered visibly at his words. "We'll plan something very, very special..." He paused, eyes moving over Miles and Tristan. "When was the last time you boys were tested?"

"We haven't played with anyone else since then," Leander said quickly. "But we can go again if you want, before we see you again. Sir."

"That's not necessary." Darren rubbed up Leander's back, under his shirt, then dipped down into his pants. He nuzzled his jaw, still smiling, eyes still on Miles.

"Your sweet husband deserves a proper goodbye," he purred, low and full of promise. "And I deserve a quick, hard fuck, so I can blow my load inside a dirty slut for the road. Miles is going to take Tristan upstairs to your bed, tie him to the headboard, and make love to him with nothing between them. He'll leave that as a present for you so that you'll be able to enjoy Tristan's reward too, after we leave."

Miles's heart leapt almost as much as certain other parts of him at the idea as Leander groaned. "Oh my God, Sir. Fuck yes."

"It's going to be dark," Miles forced himself to point out, despite Tristan's desperate, eager whine. "We have to get home."

"I'll be fine to drive," Darren promised, eyes warm with love. "It's alright. Go. Don't take too long, but enjoy him, darling."

"Thank you, my love," Miles replied, and did, losing himself in Tristan's sweetness and joy, and the deep gratification of fulfilling his Master's expert order.

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It had been impossible to keep his eyes open in the car, falling asleep at Darren's urging to the pleasant, thrummed voices of the sex podcast hosts. They switched off at the wheel an hour away from home, and went to bed after in quiet, sated exhaustion.

Waking up the next morning after the weekend in Boston felt strange. It was as if they'd returned to the real world after some fantastical adventure. Darren got up with him, sleepily putting a pot of coffee on to brew. He poured some for them both while Miles puttered about, wrangling lunches and a light breakfast.

While the instant hash browns cooked, Miles let himself slow down. Taking a long sip of coffee, he leaned back against the counter, letting out a long exhalation of breath, and finally settling into being awake. "Well, that was a hell of a trip."

"Mmhmm." Darren, nursing his coffee, grinned at him. "You did really well, love."

It was hard not to be shyly thrilled by his praise, but Miles forced himself to focus. "How was that for you, though?"

Darren drained his cup and set it aside, stepping close and resting his hands lightly on Miles's hips. "I really like both of them," he said, soft and serious. "I think they're the couple we've been looking for. I wouldn't have steered this weekend in that direction if I felt otherwise." Then he grinned again. "Fantastic sex."

Thoughts returning to said sex, Miles gave a low, appreciative hum and took another sip of his coffee. "Yeah." Then he looked up at Darren seriously. "How do you feel about Tristan?"

His husband's smile grew fond. "He's incredibly precious, Miles. I can tell how special he was to you back then. I hope it becomes even more than that."

"Are you sure?" Miles couldn't ignore the spark of anxiety. He set aside his coffee and stepped close, stroking up to cup the back of Darren's neck gently, needing to be certain he'd made his feelings clear. "Dare, you're everything to me. You're the love of my life. You know that, right?"

Darren's smile grew warmer, drawing him in for a slow, warm kiss. "I do, husband."

Melting into the warmth of his body, Miles gave a soft sigh of relief. But he couldn't relax yet. "You're the one - the only partner I've ever had, Darren - who never gave up on me. You taught me to be so much stronger than I ever thought I could be again. I can't even begin to tell you how much that meant to me. You're the most important thing in my life. I don't ever want to give you reason to doubt that."

"You won't." Darren pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "Certainly not from Tristan. I love that you care for him, I can see it in how you look at him... and I can also see that I'm in no danger of losing you when you look at me. If I am ever worried, I'll talk to you. I promise. Miles, I never would have suggested any of this if I hadn't been prepared for - if I hadn't needed us to have an emotional connection to our subs. I promise."

"All right. Thank you." Miles tilted his head up for a warm kiss and couldn't resist the urge to suck on Darren's full bottom lip. "Now... Leander? You really liked him, didn't you?"

Darren gave a pleased groan, eyes falling briefly closed in pleasure. "Very much. Fucking him is pure hedonism. Dominating him won't be a challenge, but it will be an incredible treat. Especially with you."

His words were true to the easy sensuality Miles had seen between the two. "You really want me to fuck him for you sometime?"

Darren shrugged, still smiling. "Maybe. There's no rush. Both those lovely men would very much enjoy getting tag-teamed, if you don't mind sharing Tristan with me sometimes."

"Anytime." The word left his lips with surprising ease. The only thing better than the thought of giving Tristan everything he could ever desire was giving his sweet friend a taste of the bliss he'd experienced himself. "I'd really like that, actually. I need him to understand how amazing you are and why I’m so in love with you."

Darren smiled, caressing his cheek. "I'd like that, too. Do you think you could desire Leander with me? I don't want to rush you into anything, love."

Miles tried to examine his feelings about the man. He was objectively beautiful, and remembering how he'd looked lost to passion while Darren railed him made his cock stir unexpectedly. But over the course of the weekend, it had become obvious that Leander was far more than just a pretty face. "I think," he started slowly, "that I could probably find almost anyone sexy if they were pleasing you. And... I like him. I can tell how much he loves Tristan, and what a good husband he's been. I’d really like to grow close to him. I think I could share him with you, if you asked me to."