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I drag my nose up his throat, groaning, having to admit that it’s him.

“Did you change anything in your toiletries?” I ask. “I fucking buy our shit so it couldn’t be that. I smell it.”

“It’s just on my wrist, I swear,” he sighs.

He’s been wearing her scent for almost six goddamned years. Maybe that’s long enough for it to come out of his fucking pores.

“I know, baby,” I murmur, watching as Draven lays down in front of him. He lazily wraps his hand around his cock and licks his lips as his eyes move over Ci’s body.

Professional hockey is a whole different level than what we played before. We’re fucking ripped, and Ci’s body is gorgeous. His pouty lips and green eyes are the things puck bunnies masturbate to but only we get to enjoy. My hands glide over his muscles and I kiss his lips over his shoulder as he groans.

“Please,” he whimpers.

“Lean forward. Draven has a juicy present for you,” I murmur.

Ci leans forward, and I slide my hand down his back as Draven tangles his fingers into his hair. Through thick and thin, we are forever. I don’t think anything could ever break us apart, and I don’t want to live in a world where I have to find how to live without them.

Draven drags the crown of his dick along Ciaran’s lips, the piercing glinting in the lamplight. Ci groans as he opens wide and drops his tongue out to lap at the precum he can’t see but can definitely smell. Sweet and salty is our favorite treat.

“Fucking gorgeous,” I moan, spanking his juicy ass. I’m definitely obsessed with them. I’ve channeled my own inner pain into worrying incessantly about the other parts of my soul.

I am the one who fixes things in our relationship, and it fucking kills me when I can’t.

I spread Ci’s ass wide and lick him out, enjoying the way Draven pulls him flush against his pelvic bone. Ci can’t do anything but swallow around him as he moans, allowing us to use him.

When all the choices are taken from him, it leaves peace in his mind. We’ve discussed safe words, kinks, and limits at length together. Our experience with Noor opened our eyes to how wrong it was, even through the rush we got.

My fingers dig into Ci’s ass, and my balls fucking ache as I finally straighten.

“This is going to be rough and dirty the first time,” I warn him.

Draven pulls Ciaran off his cock, and he gasps as he nods sightlessly.

“Are you going to cut me?”

“Where else am I getting the lube?” I ask. It’ll be a little cut below his tattoo. If I think about Liliana, my asshole will pucker and I'll lose my erection. She scares me that much.

“None of us will touch your cock, Ci. If you’re going to blow your load, it’ll be because I fucked the cum out of you.”

“Fuck. Please. Alastair,” Ciaran groans. “I need it.”

My fingers dig into the back of his skull, pushing him down Draven’s cock.

“Be a good boy and relax,” I murmur. Spreading Ci’s ass cheeks, I spit on his hole before picking up the knife before me. I drag the blade up his side lightly, enjoying the way he shivers.

He knows I will cut him, but not when. Still, the blade is so sharp that a tiny bit of blood bubbles up, and I continue to give him a hint of the sharp tip while I avoid his ink. He’s practically vibrating with anticipation as Draven fucks his mouth, his muscles tense as he waits for me to give him the release he’s craving.

We’ve made Ci cum before with just a knife and some teasing.

I finally cut him just above his ass, letting the blood run between his cheeks. I drag my hand through it and palm my dick before lining the crown up with his hole.

“Fuck. Alastair,” Draven groans.

“Don’t you dare come,” I laugh wickedly. “We aren’t nearly done yet. Hold out.”

“His throat is going to get even tighter when you slide in.”

“Good,” I grunt, my eyes rolling back as I thrust forward. My hands cage Ciaran’s body on either side, and I enjoy how gorgeous he looks bent in half. The rope has him tied in a supplicant position he rarely gives.