“Naaa,” Scout purred. “I already know it exceeds it. Now I just wanna enjoy the thrill.”

His words flipped a switch in Mahoney, who tackled him and pinned him to the bed. Scout hooked one leg over his hip as Mahoney started grinding against him, revealing another kink Axel didn’t know he had.

Voyeurism.

Carl grabbed Axel’s hand and tugged him to the easy chair by the window, several feet away from the bed but still close enough that they wouldn’t miss any part of the show playing out on the deep gray comforter.

Carl plopped down on the seat and tugged Axel into his lap, fingers gliding over his hip in a slow, gentle caress.

“Is this why you put the chair here?” Axel asked as he watched Mahoney roll him and Scout over until Scout was on top with his hands pressed to Mahoney’s shoulders, their lower bodies rubbing together as Scout rocked against him as Mahoney closed his hand around their cocks.

“You wanna feel what getting drilled into the wall is like, then you ride me until it’s time for me to take you up against it,” Mahoney growled before lightly slapping Scout’s hip.

“Supplies are under the pillow,” Carl declared. “I put ‘em there this morning, figuring we’d wind up like this.”

“Good looking out,” Mahoney groaned as he reached for them.

“As for your question,” Carl murmured, turning his attention back to Axel. “I did not. I put it here because it didn’t fit anywhere else. Figured I’d wind up reading in it, only I never took the time to pick up any books.

Axel couldn’t help snorting and giggling at that, until he noticed Mahoney’s thumbs dragging up the inside of Scout’s thighs until they stroked his balls, and Scout’s head tilted back as he hissed, a deep groan bubbling up from his chest as he writhed.

The sound of a cap opening drew Axel’s attention back to Mahoney, who started slicking his fingers.

Though at first Axel couldn’t figure out exactly how he intended to prep Scout in this position.

Then he watched Scout’s body straighten as he went up onto his knees.

Having learned that he was flexible enough to do the splits had been hot but watching him straddle Mahoney and still be able to roll his hips against the fingers Mahoney slid between his cheeks was better than any porn.

While Axel might not have been able to watch those fingers slide inside of him, he knew the moment they did, by the expression on Scout’s face.

His eyes rolled back as he keened, his body moving in a slow, serpentine motion that drew groans from both of them.

When Mahoney withdrew them, Scout whimpered and fell forward to kiss his way up Mahoney’s chest while Mahoney coated his fingers with more lube, including a third digit.

The three together looked bigger than the biggest cock Axel had ever taken, but Scout was begging for more.

He and Mahoney shared a wet, messy kiss before Scout sat up again, a little higher this time, knees pressed against Mahoney’s side to keep himself at just the right height for those fingers to disappear inside of him.

Scout trembled as his tongue poked out and his fingers dug into Mahoney’s chest, where he’d planted them to keep his balance.

“F-fuck,” Scout panted, hips starting to squirm like he couldn’t decide whether he wanted to escape the intrusion or press back until more sunk into him.

Mahoney rubbed circles up his thigh, never trying to rush him as Scout slowly relaxed, though he still trembled as he took more. His cock twitched, pre-cum dribbling that Mahoney collected on his thumb and used to stroke Scout until he started keening and bucking against his hand.

“Yeah, you’re ready for me now, aren’t you?” Mahoney rumbled, slowing his strokes before lightly squeezing the base of Scout’s cock, staving off an orgasm. “You don’t get to do that again until I’m balls deep in you and you’re screaming my name.”

Scout shuddered as Mahoney withdrew his fingers, his little groans making Axel’s cock harder than it already was. Carl trapped Axel’s hand against his thigh before he could touch himself, his beard tickling Axel’s ear when he growled , No touching.

Shit, that wasn’t fair.

He couldn’t even squirm.

Scout looked equally frustrated as Mahoney took his time slicking up his dick until lube was dripping off it.

Moments later, Axel understood why Carl hadn’t wanted him to get distracted by touching himself.

He’d have missed the sight of Scout lowering himself onto that fat cock, pausing, panting as the head breached him, and he shivered, trembling as his knees tightened against Mahoney’s sides.

Mahoney’s face was all tension and lines etched by the strain of holding back.

When Scout started to move, Mahoney gripped his thighs and held him still until their eyes met.

“Easy now,” Mahoney said as he relaxed the hold on him until his fingertips weren’t pressed so deeply into Scout’s skin.

Groaning, panting, Scout took more until Mahoney’s head rocked against the pillow, his fingers flexed, and he slid his hands over the curve of Scout’s hips as Scout gasped out, Please!

Their flesh slapped together with a loud echo when Mahoney yanked him the rest of the way onto his cock, and Scout cried out, a line of cum spurting from his cock.

It was still hard, the crown a deepening red as he rose up on his knees and dropped back down several times, sometimes grinding, other times slipping back into serpentine movement again as Mahoney pressed his heels into the comforter and started fucking up into him.

Things quickly grew a bit wild and out of control as Mahoney surged up, wrapped his arms around Scout, and tugged him against his chest, their lips slamming together a second before Mahoney rolled them and started fucking into Scout like a jackrabbit.

The slap of skin against skin mingled with sharp gasps and the hitching sounds Scout made as he’d suck in a breath only to have Mahoney fuck it right back out of him.

Mahoney looked fierce as hell as he reared back, nails scratching lines all down Scout’s sides, before digging into his hips.

He dragged Scout with him as he started backing off the bed, always managing to yank Scout onto him hard enough to make Scout’s toes curl.

The slap of skin was as sharp as Scout’s gasping, groaning howl.

He couldn’t buck, and he couldn’t writhe.

Each thrust drove the air out of him and left him moaning all the way to the edge of the bed.

Mahoney bent him in half there, since the bed was the perfect height for him to fuck into Scout, who’d draped his knees over Mahoney’s shoulders and wound up with them beside his ears.

How he could breathe in the position was mind-blowing.

Axel’s eyes were glued to the flex of Mahoney’s hips and the tiny glimpses of his cock he caught each time Mahoney withdrew.

Scout was right on the edge; Axel could see it in his eyes and waited for the moment that threw him completely off the ledge.

Only Mahoney eased away, gently lowering his legs back to the mattress as he kissed his throat, his face, and down the center of his body as he slowly stood, keeping them connected by the cock he still had buried in Scout.

A puddle of precum had pooled in his bellybutton and dripped down his sides.

As much as Axel was enjoying the show, he wanted just as desperately to lap it away and suck him.

Mahoney slid his hands beneath Scout, lifting him as he straightened up with Scout in his arms.

The new angle must have changed things for Scout, who cried out and wrapped his arms around Mahoney’s neck as he clung to him.

“That’s it, you’re okay, feeling full though, aren’t ya boy?” Mahoney cooed as Scout trembled in his arms.

“Gah!” Scout sobbed, nodding against his shoulder, while Mahoney just held him there, stroking his hand up and down Scout’s back, pausing each time he reached his tailbone to press the heel of his palm in and rub.

“Relax a little more for me,” Mahoney urged. “Come on, I know you can do it. You’ve taken all of me before.”

“There’s more?” Axel blurted, his voice as high-pitched as the whine Scout let out as Mahoney turned them and headed for the wall beside the door.

At least it was empty, mostly. Mahoney snatched a leather hat off a hook and threw it like a Frisbee. It arched over Axel’s head, brushing his fingertips when he attempted to catch it. Carl snagged it before it could hit the window and dropped it on the TV tray beside the chair.

“Why not just throw it on the bed?” Axel murmured.

“’Cause hats on the bed mean bad luck, so we don’t lay hats on beds in this house,” he said.

Axel’s thoughts flashed to the baseball cap he constantly tossed on his, and made a mental note to try to refrain from doing it again as he turned his focus back on Scout and Mahoney.

All he could see was Mahoney’s broad back as he pressed Scout to the wall, dragged Scout’s hands over his head, and pinned them there with one hand that easily enveloped his wrists.

Then Mahoney thrust as Scout hooked his ankles together behind his back, Scout cried out, and patience went out the window.

Pictures several feet away rattled as Mahoney fucked him.

Keys and a chain jangled, while a lampshade rattled at the pace Mahoney set, and it wasn’t slow.

Scout’s moans had morphed into a rolling cadence of gasps and cries, choked out, broken, with his eyes squeezed shut and a rosy flush darkening his cheeks and neck.

He bit back a plea, head thrashing back and forth as Mahoney’s pace increased more, the strokes growing more and more shallow as something crashed, and Scout fell back a little as he came with a wild cry.

It took Axel a moment to realize that he could see the edges of the plaster where it had crumbled, caved in, and wrapped around Axel. Not that Mahoney cared; he fucked him for another minute or more before coming too, his breathing sounding harsh and almost painful by the time he was through.

Scout’s were much softer. His eyes were tiny, fluttering slits; his head lolled to the side, hair spilling across his forehead and cheek as he sort of dangled, ankles having come unhooked, freeing his legs to just sort of flop on either side of Mahoney’s body.

“Whoa, he really did break the wall,” Axel muttered, cock still standing up and weeping as Mahoney stepped back from the dented plaster, Scout still held in his arms. Mahoney laid him on the bed and smoothed his hair back, and Scout immediately rolled on his side, facing Axel, eyes blinking as they locked on him, then the little bastard crooked a finger, beckoning Axel forward.

“You can not want round two already,” Carl murmured as he turned Axel loose.

“Naa,” Scout panted as Axel climbed up onto the bed beside him. “Just wanted something to suck on during intermission.”