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“Don’t call me that.”

“Slade does.”

“And if I wanted Slade in here, I’d call him. I want you and him, to show me what this heat was like before me. What it would be like if you’d never stepped inside this building, never laid a finger on me. If you were in the barracks or the mess hall, what would you be doing when the heat rose?”

“You want me to see if he can take me?” Aaron rasped.

“Is that what would happen?” I asked. “Would he be on his knees in front of you?”

At my words, Brandon moved like a puppet on a string, falling to the carpet, but still maintaining a distance between him and Aaron.

He turned to me, something that seemed to cost him some effort, if the shake of his muscles were anything to go by.

“We’re doing this for you. Remember that.

If this gets too much or too weird, you say so, and we’ll stop. ”

“I won’t,” I replied.

“So, you gonna have a taste of this?” Aaron asked, stroking his cock.

“You think I’m the bottom because I’m not as burly,” Brandon said with a grumble, though I watched him shuffle closer. “I’m gonna fuck you until you see stars after this.”

“That right, little man? Well, let’s see what you’ve got.”

Aaron is all of a sudden mouthy and pushy, perhaps who he really was when my Tirian’s dominance isn’t beating down on him.

But despite the arrogant smirk on his face, he cupped Brandon’s cheek gently as the other man moved into his space, drawing his chin up and placing a careful kiss on the lips he must have been imagining wrapped around his cock.

It was a slow, almost polite thing initially.

They explored each other’s mouths like humans would shake hands, getting to know each other, testing each other’s measure.

Then I heard Aaron’s breath hitch in his chest. Those big hands buried themselves in the raven’s wings of Brandon’s hair, the smaller man cradling Aaron’s head.

Those hands began to draw each other closer, until the kiss was an open-mouthed, desperate thing.

It was Brandon who pulled away first, grinning when the other man followed him, his lips like magnets, tugging Aaron’s along.

He got to his feet, and for a moment I thought he was going to end things.

For some reason, my breath caught, unwilling to breathe in or out, until I knew if he would.

Instead, he wrapped his hand around the base of his cock, and he moved forward, thrusting slightly into the small gap between its head and Aaron’s mouth.

“You want to taste it, don’t you? Feel my hard length in your mouth, feel me thrust it down your throat.

” The bigger man nodded, completely transfixed by Brandon’s dick, watching every slight shift of his hips.

“Are we going to put on a pretty show for my girl? Are you going to swallow me down, tears streaming down your face, grateful for a mouthful of my dick?”

Aaron nodded, then surged forward, dropping to his knees and then running a long lick up the length of the other man’s dick.

I watched Brandon’s head drop back for a moment, and then he let out a heartfelt sigh, just lost in the sensations created by the other man’s swirling tongue.

When he opened them a slit, he looked over to me and grinned, a wild, careless thing I’d never seen on him.

Do I squash this down somehow? I think. Stop them from being who they really are?

“Stop overthinking, outsider girl, and enjoy,” he said, grabbing a fistful of Aaron’s very short curls and thrusting his cock past Aaron’s lips, which had been rubbing themselves all over his head.

He shivered when Aaron’s muffled groan sent vibrations down his shaft, then looked down.

“Don’t touch,” he said when he spied Aaron thrusting his dick through the tight grip of his hand.

“After we’ve got our ladyship’s juices running, I’m going to lie you down on that bed and fuck the cum out of you while she rides your face. That all right, love?”

He looked to me for an answer, and I quickly nodded.

There was something in his tone that made the Tirian within shift restively, but I didn’t fucking care.

I could feel the damp slick on my thighs, the twitch of my clit, and remembered exactly what that stubbled face felt like when it was between them. Dominance can get fucked, this is hot.

My approval was all he needed, Brandon now applying himself to the task.

I watched the tears run down Aaron’s face as Brandon fucked his mouth, but his hands dug into the smaller man’s buttocks, as if to stop him from pulling back so far.

I shifted closer, sitting down on the bed and feeling the two of them move, watching Brandon hiss as his thrusts got faster, deeper, his fingers digging into the other man’s scalp, and all I heard was the rattling rasp of his breath.

Then he jerked back, cock twitching in the cool air, the skin angry and red and slick with saliva.

Aaron reached for him, trying to draw him back in but Brandon batted him away.

“Get on the bed,” he ordered and Aaron moved to do so, glancing over at me and then grabbing my hand.

“You OK with this?” he rasped, but then his eyes fell closed as Brandon pushed his legs up to his chest. “Gods, just fuck me,” he said as I heard the pop of a bottle top.

“Nah, only cunts go in dry,” Brandon said, and any complaints were lost as soon as he started spreading a clear liquid around the other guy’s arse.

Brandon winked at me as I peered over, watching those nimble fingers slip up and down over Aaron’s pulsing hole, my mouth dry from hanging open by the time he pushed the first in.

“Gotta go for the prostate,” he said to me, almost conversationally. “Helps open him up, and brings all sorts of pleasure.”

“I don’t really have the right equipment for that,” I stuttered.

“Oh, I don’t know. Scarlett Du Jour wrote this really hot scene where the MC rode her man’s arse with a strap on, but even if you’re not into that.

..” he pulled his finger away and then applied more lube before pushing another in, Aaron’s cock jerking at the intrusion.

“You’ve got two hands. Just feel around for a hard lump just inside. You’ll know when you hit it.”

Aaron’s legs fell limp, and a full body shudder went through him. He let out a long, low moan followed by some kind of disbelieving chuckle as he rode the waves of pleasure Brandon was wringing from him.

“A lot more sensitive when we’re in heat,” he said. “Now, that mouth of his is empty. ‘Bout time you did something about that.”

“You’re awfully bossy,” I said, but I crawled along the bed, eyes on Brandon when I threw a leg over Aaron’s face.

His eyes bore into mine as he continued to saw his fingers in and out of the man, and when he added a third, I swear I felt it inside me.

Aaron’s hands went around my hips, and he jerked me down unceremoniously, eating me like he was a starving man.

My eyes fluttered as desire roared through my veins.

I’d been all in my head, watching, learning.

Any intellectual interest was shouldered aside as the man’s tongue and fingers thrust inside me, as my clit was rubbed roughly, dragging me higher and higher.

We both paused for a moment when Brandon pulled away, and I watched him oil up his dick, a singularly male look of satisfaction on his face as he caught me watching, then he moved between Aaron’s legs.

“Better get yours quick,” he said in a hoarse rasp as he pushed his dick into Aaron.

They were just gentle thrusts initially, but Aaron redoubled his ministrations, grinding me down so hard, I worried about his ability to breathe.

Not too much, as I found my back swaying in the air as I rode his face, just as Brandon bottomed out.

Aaron was tight as a bowstring between us, his cock a massive, aching thing, twitching in the air, his hips searching for some kind of friction to get him where he needed to be.

One hand slipped free of me, his fingers glistening as he reached for his cock, but Brandon smacked him away, the slap pulling a gasp and a throb from Aaron.

“Hands in cunt,” he ordered. “You’ll get yours.

Just feel me inside you, rubbing against the spot that aches the most.” Brandon changed his angle slightly, something that pulled another groan from Aaron.

His fingers, his tongue felt possessed now.

He was a cyclone of sucking, thrusting, licking, and I was just caught in the middle of it.

A deep ache began to develop in my pelvis, one that was only assuaged and made worse as my hips shifted.

I couldn’t watch Brandon anymore, but I could hear the harsh sound of his breath, the slap of his body as he pounded into Aaron.

Then a slick finger slid backward, circling my arse before pushing in.

I jerked, my eyes going wide open at the strange sensation, and then I saw the arc of cum jetting out of Aaron’s cock, splattering all over his belly and chest. His groans reverberated throughout my whole body, and I followed him into ecstasy, only seeing hazily the moment Brandon slammed inside him one last time.

I’m not sure how long it took for everyone to disengage, clean up and collapse into each other's arms, but it felt like only moments later when a quick knock at the door came. Slade opened the door, popping his head in before being given permission to enter. He took in our various states of exhaustion and repletion with a grin, and said, “Time to clean up, lovers. Looks like we’re about to have a family dinner.”