Page 110 of Stolen Harmony

Rowan obeyed, lips stretching wide, tongue swirling over the head before he swallowed David down in one smooth,practiced motion. David’s cock slid deep, pressing past Rowan’s lips, tongue, and throat, Rowan taking him to the hilt—nose buried in wiry hair, cheeks flushed and eyes streaming from the effort.

“Fuck, you look perfect,” David groaned, rolling his hips just enough to feel the tight pull of Rowan’s mouth. “Such a good fucking boy. Look at you, taking Daddy so deep.”

Rowan’s hands weren’t idle—one gripped David’s thigh, kneading muscle, the other wrapped around Tom’s cock, stroking him slow and filthy, not wanting to neglect anyone.

I watched, awestruck by the mess of it—Rowan’s mouth stuffed full, spit running down his chin, both men lost to the heat and worship of his mouth. The room was alive with noise—Tom’s curses, David’s grunts, Rowan’s desperate slurping, wet and obscene.

Tom leaned forward, cupping Rowan’s face in both hands, thumbs stroking along the hinge of his jaw. “That’s it. Look at me. Want to see those pretty eyes while you suck me.”

Rowan did—hollowed his cheeks, kept his gaze locked with Tom’s, taking everything they gave him, shameless in his need.

David pulled out, letting Rowan gasp for breath, then shoved his cock back between Rowan’s lips, gentler this time, letting him set the pace. Tom fisted Rowan’s hair, guiding his mouth over both cocks in turn, sharing him, letting him taste and worship them side by side.

Every touch, every filthy word, every moan went straight to my core. My own cock was aching, nearly painful, my hand already stroking through my briefs as I watched the show.

“God, you’re fucking perfect,” I whispered, not sure if I was speaking to Rowan or the room or just to myself. “Never seen anything so beautiful in my life.”

Rowan’s hands shook as he pleasured them, lost in sensation, every nerve ending on fire. He looked at me, tears and spitshining, a silent plea in his eyes—wanting praise, wanting more.

I met his gaze, and the world fell away, just the two of us in the eye of a hurricane. I held out a hand.

“Come here,” I said, voice rough with everything I felt. “Strip me. I want you to.”

Rowan moved toward me on unsteady hands and knees, trembling with exhaustion and anticipation, face slick and flushed. He knelt between my knees, eyes shining with awe and hunger. His fingers found the waistband of my briefs and paused, as if savoring the moment. Then, slowly, with hands that shook only a little, he peeled them down, exposing me fully at last.

My cock sprang free, thick and hard, flushed almost purple at the head, veins standing out along the shaft. He stared, pupils blown wide, tongue darting out to wet his lips, and I saw the way his own cock kicked in the open air, hungry just for the sight.

Tom let out a low, incredulous whistle. “Jesus, Elias.”

David chuckled, still a little dazed. “No wonder he’s obsessed with you.”

But all I could see was Rowan—his gaze glued to my cock, face alight with worship. He leaned in, nose brushing along the length of me, breathing me in, nuzzling at the root before working his way up, lips trailing along the sensitive skin. The first flick of his tongue at my slit made me groan, hips bucking up into his mouth.

“Easy,” I managed, threading my fingers through his sweat-damp hair, guiding him. “Take your time. Want to see you savor it.”

Rowan obeyed, licking long stripes up and down, swirling the head, letting spit drip down the shaft. He kissed the thickridge, dragged his tongue around the crown, then finally opened his mouth wide and took me in.

The first inch stretched his lips, the corners of his mouth wet and slick. But he didn’t stop—he pressed down, cheeks hollowing, inch after inch, letting me feel the tight heat of his throat as he swallowed me deep. Tom and David watched, awestruck, as Rowan took more than either of them had managed. His throat bulged around me, eyes streaming with tears, but he didn’t gag, didn’t flinch—he moaned, desperate, hungry, like he was made for this.

“Fuck, Rowan—look at you,” David breathed, voice full of awe. “He’s taking all of it.”

Tom’s hand strayed to Rowan’s back, palm splayed, tracing the line of his spine. “You really are a greedy little slut,” he said, not unkindly. “You love that, don’t you? Love choking on Elias’s cock.”

Rowan nodded as best he could, mouth stuffed full, spit running down his chin and over my thighs. He worked me deep, using both hands to grip the base, tongue lapping at every inch, humming around me until my vision sparked at the edges.

I let him set the pace for a moment, just watching, lost in the sight—his lips stretched wide, jaw aching, cheeks hollow, eyes wide and glassy with worship and pride. He looked up at me, a question in his gaze, and I answered with a groan, thrusting just a little deeper.

“You’re perfect,” I told him, meaning every word. “No one’s ever taken me like this. No one’s ever looked so fucking pretty doing it.”

He moaned, the vibration sending lightning up my spine. I reached down, thumb stroking the corner of his wet, swollen mouth, smearing spit and precome across his cheek.

“That’s it, baby. You’re my good boy. All of ours, but mostly mine.”

He shuddered, pushing down until his nose pressed into the curls at my base, swallowing around me, letting me feel the tight clutch of his throat.

I let him stay like that, stuffed full, before easing his head back, letting him gasp for air. Spit glistened on his lips, shining on my cock, strings of it connecting us even as he tried to catch his breath.

“More?” he whispered, voice rough and eager.