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Sebastian's hands moved to Neil again, pushing one knee up and leaving him exposed. But all of Neil’s body already belonged to him, so Neil just let himself be moved. Sebastian eased the wide balls from his ass, taking his sweet time about it, gliding them in and out while Neil panted and writhed.

He couldn’t close his eyes, though, because Sebastian was watching him with such tender cruelty, his deep brown eyes fixed on Neil’s while he teased him, pushing him right up to his limits.

Neil didn’t know what he’d done to deserve such adoring torment, but he never wanted it to end. If Da– Sebastian wanted him open and desperate, that was how Neil wanted to be for him.

When the beads withdrew entirely, Neil felt achingly empty. He needed… He needed so much. And then Sebastian was guiding him to kneel over Jamie.

Jamie was beautiful, hair fanned out around his head and pink lips parted. His pretty green eyes were wild as Sebastian teased them both with Jamie’s cock at his entrance. When Sebastian slowly guided Neil downward with a hand at his shoulder, Jamie started shaking, head flailing from side to side. “Daddy! Oh, ohhhhh… Neil! Oh I… Fuck, more...”

Neil couldn’t say anything at all. He was already worked open, so there was no pain except for the lingering welts on his ass. It was just the deep satisfaction of Jamie filling him, of being so close to Jamie. Of being the toy that Daddy was using to tease his boy.

The knowledge that Sebastian could really be Neil’s Daddy pulsed through him at the thought.

It was a good thing that Sebastian had kept the ribbons snug around him, or he would have come right away. How Jamie managed to stave it off was a miracle.

Neil looked into Jamie’s shining eyes, getting lost in their depths, in the way that Jamie looked at him like he was everything.

Sebastian pushed Neil down onto Jamie’s chest. The angle was a little off, with Neil’s mouth higher than Jamie’s, but they managed the kiss anyway. It was sloppy and wet and perfect.

It was also the only outlet for Neil’s euphoria because he was aching to move, to ride Jamie’s luscious cock. But he hadn’t been given the command yet. His… Daddy hadn’t given the command yet.

Sebastian did something, tilting them both forward with their asses raised. Neil found his balance again, knees splayed wide, face pressed into the pillow beside Jamie’s head, chest plastered to Jamie’s body.

Then Jamie arched into him and Sebastian’s thick chest wrapped around his back. Because Daddy was fucking Jamie while Jamie was fucking him.

Oh, God. Neil hadn’t even known that position was possible. The angles weren’t the best, a whole tangle of legs everywhere and shallow thrusts from Jamie. But Neil was between the two of them, the safest, most perfect place he’d ever known, drowning in ecstasy.

Sebastian wrapped his arm around Neil’s chest, pulling him up, and then it was magic. Sebastian snapped his hips hard, pushing Jamie into him with a whole body surge.

Sebastian twisted Neil’s head backward and dragged their lips together, kissing him, owning him. Sebastian’s hand wrapped around his throat, not hard enough to be a risk, but enough to remind him who he had so willingly given his submission to.

When Sebastian drew back, his eyes were dark, his face contorted in pleasure though that look of dominance never left him. Neil didn’t want to look away.

But the angle was too difficult, and Sebastian was pounding into Jamie who was filling Neil so well. Neil’s whole body jerked.

“You ready to come, Cricket?” Sebastian whispered into his ear.

What kind of a question was that? He was so far gone, he couldn’t even imagine anything beyond the glory of orgasm. But then, if Sebastian didn’t want him to… “Yes, Sir,” he cried. “If you want me to, Sir.”

“Fuck,” Sebastian exhaled, sounding wrecked.

One hand on his throat, one on his dick, Sebastian released the strap.

“Come for me, boys. Come for me now.”

And then all that Neil knew was lightning and fire, the orgasm descending on him so hard that it almost hurt. He was helpless as it washed over him, like Daddy controlled not just every conscious thought that Neil could give him, but his muscles and bones. His balls that were clenched tight. His dick, spurting untouched. His lungs. His heart.

Neil cried out, overcome. “Daddy!” Because it was too much and everything and he was getting lost, his whole world narrowed down to Daddy’s arms around him. “Daddy,” he whimpered again in ragged breaths. Because he could. Because it was undeniable.

Jamie’s pulsing warmth filled him, and Neil dug his fingers into Jamie’s shoulders, repeating his name like a litany. “Jamie, Jamie. Jamie.”

Their sounds mingled together, Neil’s deep grunts, Jamie’s whimpering cries, Daddy’s single bellow and the throaty moans that followed.

The last tremors shot through them all, each little movement by one of them echoing through the others. Daddy twitched his hips and Neil and Jamie both whimpered. Neil rolled his shoulders back, adjusting his posture, and Jamie and Daddy groaned in unison.

Neil looked down at Jamie, his hair tousled and his eyes nearly closed, looking luxurious and well-fucked. Daddy’s arms were still around him, one hand spanning his chest, just below his throat.

Neil didn’t ever want to separate.