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I reluctantly pop off Patrick’s thick cock to pull away from Joey’s skilled fingers and turn to face them. The way Joey was teasing my prostate as he worked me open almost made me want to ditch their plan and beg him to let me finish already, but then I remember I’m about to sit on Patrick’s cock, and I bite back any complaints about how desperate I am.

Patrick continues to eat out his husband while Joey hands me the lube and a condom. I tear it open and smirk as Joey leans forward to help me slide it down Patrick’s massive dick. I cover it in more lube before placing one knee on either side of Patrick’s hips and position my ass over his erection.

When his tip pushes against my entrance, I lock eyes with Joey in front of me as he leans in to grab both sides of my face to pull me in for a sloppy kiss. We continue to lick into each other’s mouths as I take my time lowering myself onto Patrick, the kiss helping to distract me from the intense stretch as I slowly work his thick cock deeper inside of me.

Joey’s hands wander down my body, exploring and caressing until they land on my hips, and after a few minutes of enjoying the feel of both of these men, I realize Joey is guiding my movements up and down on his husband’s dick. It’s surprising how natural it all feels, the three of us moving together, enjoying the pleasure we can give each other.

Joey pulls back from my mouth and pants, “Lean back.” Then he’s pushing my shoulders far enough that I shift my legs, bending them up to have my feet planted on the bed, with my arms extended behind me, next to Patrick’s outstretched legs. He’s still inside of me, and I attempt to continue bouncing on his cock with this new angle, but then Joey leans in and swallows my dick, and any sense of coordination I’d managed to maintain is gone.

“Oh fuuuck,” I moan, and Patrick starts to thrust up into me while his husband’s tongue swirls around my dick. I’ve been in the middle of threesomes before, but never at this angle. I don’t think I’ve ever had the attention of two men on me like this, while knowing they were also pleasuring each other. The thought overwhelms me even more, and I let out another choked sound as Patrick’s thrust rubs against that perfect spot inside of me.

I’m the only one with my mouth free, but the room quickly fills with my cries of, “Yes, right there,” and “Harder,” and “Ohmygod,” as the words slur together the closer I get to my release.

Joey spits on my dick and uses his hand to twist around the base of my cock as he swallows the rest of it; his other hand is still on my hip, steadying me as Patrick thrusts into me from below. Heat is building low in my gut with each lift of Patrick’s hips and every lick of Joey’s tongue. I’m honestly surprised I’ve lasted this long with how hot this setup is. I manage to remember how to speak with actual words to pant out, “I’m so close.”

Joey shifts his hand to play with my balls as his mouth swallows my dick and Patrick thrusts up into me at the same moment. I cry out as I fill his mouth with my release, thankful that both of them are supporting my weight at this point as I ride the high of my orgasm.

Patrick’s movements below me grow less coordinated, and he moans as his hips shudder, filling the condom inside of me. When I’ve caught my breath, Joey sits back up, still hovering over his husband’s head, smirking as he arches a brow. “My turn?”

I nod quickly, but before I can lean in, Patrick is pushing Joey up until he climbs off him and I follow suit, wincing slightly at the feeling of emptiness as I do.

“Get on your back, love, legs pulled back,” Patrick directs. “Scotty, if you want to swallow his dick, I’ll finger him. I don’t think he’ll last long.”

Patrick pulls the used condom off and sticks two fingers inside of it. It takes my hazy post-orgasm brain way too long to catch up as he scoops his release and uses it as lube to push his fingers inside of his husband.

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” I mutter as I shift to Joey’s side.

Patrick smirks at me as he continues to fuck his husband with his cum-covered fingers. “Do you like cum-play, Scotty? We should have gotten tested before we came here.”

My mouth falls open, and I can’t remember how to speak. “I… honestly don’t know if I’ve ever found it attractive until this moment, but everything seems to turn me on more when you two are involved.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have admitted that aloud, but Patrick’s smile grows as his eyes darken in response to my comment, so I can’t actually regret it.

“Did you want to watch me finger him?” Patrick teases. “Or are you going to join in?”

I don’t bother to answer, leaning in to close my mouth around Joey’s leaking cock. I love the taste of him, and the way it mixes with the lingering frosting aftertaste reminds me of everything we’ve done tonight. I moan around him, and it must send Joey over the edge. He jerks in my mouth, flooding me with his release, and I work to swallow every drop. Patrick was right about his husband; he definitely didn’t last long.

We all collapse onto the bed in a tangle of sweaty limbs, and I realize how sore I am from holding those different positions. I let out a breathy laugh. “Who needs a gym with you two around.”

“Squatting during sex is so much better than actual squats,” Joey confirms, chuckling.

Eventually, Patrick sits up. “Anyone mind if I take a quick shower first? Then I can switch the sheets out while you two get cleaned up?”

“Works for me. I’ll gladly not move for a few more minutes,” I agree easily, and Joey nods, reaching for my hand to hold it. We don’t talk while Patrick showers, but I appreciate that we maintain the physical connection as we lay here in our post-orgasmic bliss.

Patrick comes back and helps us both into the shower. We smile as we help wash each other, and eventually Patrick comes back to hand us towels, announcing that the bed is ready.

I get on the bed first, and they climb in on either side of me. I distantly feel like it shouldn’t feel so natural to fall asleep between them, all of us wrapped around each other, but I can’t find it in myself to stress about anything after having such a perfect day with them.

I drift off to sleep easily, appreciating the warm bodies surrounding me and the faint scent of gingerbread still in the air.

14

“Should we head to town to get breakfast, and then we can get the tree after?” I suggest to Scotty and Joey, who are sipping their coffee in the living room, taking in the morning view of the snowy mountains.

“Get the tree? Don’t you mean go find one to chop down?” my husband questions.

“Yep,” I confirm with a chuckle.