Page 63 of Habibi: Always and Forever

As much as my hands love being on them, their display of affection for one another makes my chest squeeze.

Their love for one another is palpable, and despite all the people who think that makes me feel excluded, it’s actually the complete opposite.

Because I know what I see between them, it’s like looking into a mirror of how they are with me.

My cock throbs with need, and yet I’m in no hurry for this moment to end. Shifting my body, I lower my head to Lennox’s chest and nudge Rhys’ hand away before licking and sucking the already taut nipple.

I kiss up Lennox’s body, his neck, and his jaw before my mouth meets theirs. It’s messy and sloppy and so very greedy. With our lips still tangled, I move my hand down, between their bodies, and wrap my hand around their cocks.

I pump them in my fists a few times before changing my mind and jumping off the bed. Both men watch as I grab the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer and walk over to the edge of the mattress.

With their eyes on mine, I tap Lennox’s feet and use both my hands to sign the word open. He widens his legs and bends them at the knees, giving me exactly the view I’m asking for. I raise an expectant eyebrow at Rhys, and I watch his body bow back down compliantly.

Patiently, I wait until their lips collide and their bodies are rocking against one another. They’re each other’s perfect distraction.

Climbing back onto the mattress, I situate myself on my haunches, behind Rhys and between Lennox’s legs. Lennox’s hands are on Rhys ass, unknowingly spreading him open for me, and I take full advantage of the access.

Flicking the lid of the lube open, I squeeze it liberally and coat the digits of one hand.

“Fuck,” Rhys pants, his breath short and sharp when I press two of my fingertips behind his ball sac.

I drag my digits up his taint, and his body stops moving, if only for a second, before his thrusts against Lennox move faster.

I’d be lying if I said the logistics of our sex life weren’t occasionally entertaining and sometimes fantasies and ideas didn’t always work out, but fuck if we didn’t have a whole lot of fun trying.

I circle Rhys’ hole with the pads of my fingers before slowly pressing them inside. His body sucks them in greedily, and I thrust in and out of him, pushing harder and deeper, hitting his prostate over and over again.

“Fuck, Sammy, baby,” Rhys cries out.

I push my fingers inside him a few more times before sliding them out, offering him a moment of reprieve and shifting my attention onto Lennox.

Reaching him comfortably isn’t an easy move, but it’s not impossible, and I’m determined. Cupping his balls, I roll them around in my hand, wordlessly announcing my presence.

“Ah, shit,” he says as I repeat my movements, massaging his perineum. He’s caught up in Rhys, but I still notice the way his body fights the urge to seek out my fingers, and I intentionally take my time, teasing him.

After a few minutes, I squirt a dollop of lube into my other hand and push my fingers between his crease. It’s a tight fit because of the position and Rhys’ weight on him, but I find his opening all the same.

Knowing he isn’t bothered by the sting of pain, I push two of my lube-slick fingers inside him immediately. I hear the short, sharp intake of breath, and I can feel the smirk stretching across my face.

None of this will ever get old.

Once I build a steady rhythm, pushing in and out of him, I move my other hand back to Rhys. It takes an extreme amount of concentration and coordination, but eventually I’m three fingers deep in both of my men.

They’re both moaning and panting, calling my name as I thrust in and out of them. My cock throbs at the image before me, the sounds echoing in my ears, spurring me on, my pulse rapid and my blood hot.

I curl my fingers inside them, heightening their pleasure, pushing them both toward the edge.

“I’m going to come,” Lennox cries. “Fuck. I need to come.”

He doesn’t really need my permission, but I wordlessly give it to them all the same. My strokes are hard and fast, my fingers deep enough to stretch them both wide.

I watch as they both chase the high, their bodies bucking against one another, and I move with them. Rhys’ body stiffens first, before he arches his head back with a loud groan as his orgasm rushes through him. Lennox follows, his body detonating, legs quaking, and his voice hoarse.

Slowly, I drag my fingers out of them, and Rhys rolls off Lennox.

They’re both on their backs now, breathing heavily, cum decorating their softening cocks.

I fight the urge to squeeze my length at the debauched look of them, knowing if I do, I’ll blow it right away.

Instead, I play a little game of Twister around them until I can lower my mouth enough to taste their cum.

I lick and lave them both. It is absolutely messy and awkward, but getting a taste of them is all I need to push me over the edge.

Straightening, I climb off the bed and begin jerking myself off.

I have every intention of making it quick and fast, but when I notice Lennox crawling toward me, I know he has other plans.

He sits on the edge of the bed, takes my cock in his hand, and gives it a few strokes before covering my length with his mouth.

Rhys walks up behind me, bottle of lube in hand. I almost tell him there’s no point and I won’t last that long, but being between them both is something I never want to turn down.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I chant in warning.

I piston my hips into Lennox’s mouth, and he effortlessly takes me to the back of his throat over and over again.

Pressing his front to my back, Rhys slides a cool finger between my cheeks and lightly presses at my hole.

I groan as he slips two fingers inside me, and I find myself moving back and forth, wanting more of both of them.

Heat travels down my spine, and my legs tighten knowingly. I glance down at Lennox, whose eyes are looking at me with so much fucking adoration it hurts. I drag my cock out from between his lips and widen my mouth in an O-shape, my tongue hanging out.

Lennox understands me perfectly, replicating my request, as I grab hold of my dick and continue moving in sync with Rhys’ strokes.

I hurriedly jerk myself, and the pace of my movements must give my desperation away.

Rhys’s fingers dig into my prostate repeatedly, and I come like a speeding freight train.

It’s hard and fast, and the sight of Lennox’s tongue painted in my arousal is the icing on the cake.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like that,” I pant.

Lennox smiles before swallowing the rest of my load and wiping at his face. My head falls back against Rhys’ shoulder in exhausted surrender as the adrenaline leaves my body.

“I love you,” I say to the quiet room. “I love you both so much.”

“Love you,” Lennox whispers against my collarbone, and Rhys whispers against the nape of my neck.

It’s the perfect end to the night, and the perfect start of the day.

Loved. Together. Always.