Page 33 of The Shapeshifter’s Secretary (Charmed Away Temp Agency #3)
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Even though it’d been a long day, Tony wasn’t the least bit tired. He was squished between Taron and Zephyr on the couch. Zephyr’s hand was on his thigh, tempering the pain with his magic, while Taron stroked small circles over his opposite knee. The touches were innocent and affectionate but that didn’t stop Tony’s dick from reacting. He squirmed a little in his seat, ignoring the twinges of pain that came with the movement. It felt weird to ask for sex. How did people get the nerve to initiate?
Zephyr leaned in closer, nuzzling Tony’s temple. “What’s wrong?”
He felt his cheeks flush, and he bit his lip nervously. Did he just come out and say he was horny? Was that wrong? He didn’t want them to think that’s the only thing he wanted from them, but it’d been so long and it felt so good with them. He shifted again, trying to get some breathing room for his dick that was pressed uncomfortably against the seam of his slacks. If he readjusted, they’d both figure it out. Maybe that was how he’d let them know what he wanted?
A hand drifted across his erection and he nearly swallowed his tongue, jerking to look at Taron, whose gaze was locked on him, heated and hungry.
“Is there something you need to tell us, a thaisce? Something you want?”
“I, uh…” He swallowed hard, his dick throbbing in Taron’s light grip. Too light. It was a tease. He wouldn’t give Tony what he wanted until he admitted it out loud. “I want– Can we–” He blushed so hard, he felt like he was going to permanently stain his cheeks.
“Are we sure that’s a good idea?” Zephyr asked, his browns drawn together in concern.
Tony whined, trying to lift his hips to get Taron to touch him more, only to flinch and pull back. He hated how much his injury took over his life. He just wanted to be with his boyfriends without them worrying about hurting him.
“It’d be cruel to leave him like this,” Taron argued, stroking slowly over his length. “Maybe if we get him relaxed enough, he won’t get hurt.”
He didn’t know what Taron had planned, but from the heated look in his eyes, Tony knew he’d enjoy it. He bit his lip, curling his hands into fists as he focused on not moving. It’d only hurt worse and make them more likely to change their minds.
Strong fingers slid along his chin, lifting his face up to Zephyr’s. He’d always been a big guy, wide like most of the men in his family, but Zephyr still had several inches and a great deal of muscle over him. He liked it, especially when Zephyr got all bossy and moved him how he wanted. His eyes fluttered shut when Zephyr’s lips claimed his, and he sank into the kiss. It felt like coming home. Being apart from the man all day felt awful, and finally being wrapped in his arms and kissing him made him feel so much better.
Another set of lips brushed over his neck, sucking lightly, and Tony groaned into Zephyr’s mouth. He reached out blindly, pulling Taron closer so he was pressed tighter between the two men. To him, there was no place better in the world.
“Bedroom?” Taron murmured against his skin.
Zephyr pulled back slowly, like he was just as reluctant to end the kiss as Tony was. Only the promise that this wasn’t going to be done any time soon got the three of them moving, heading for the room that was now Tony’s.
Tony wasn’t entirely sure what the plan was. Taron said he wanted to get him to relax first. He felt pretty relaxed already, minus the seriously horny part. Yes, he was still in pain, but he was used to that. He’d rather put up with the pain than skip a night with his boyfriends.
It still felt weird to say that. Boyfriends. He had two boyfriends who cared about him and wanted to make sure he was okay. Whatever plans they had, he’d go along with them.
“Clothes off, a thaisce,” Taron purred, already unbuttoning his shirt. “Are you comfortable laying face down?”
He nodded slowly. “As long as I’m not wearing my prosthetic, yeah. Why?”
Taron only winked, which was as much explanation as he was willing to give.
Zephyr stepped up behind him, brushing kisses along his neck. “You heard him, baby. Clothes off.”
He said that, but he didn’t really give Tony an opportunity to start. He wrapped his big arms around him and started unbuttoning Tony’s shirt for him. Tony was definitely not complaining. He leaned back against Zephyr’s chest, tipping his head to give him more room. When Taron joined in, working on his slacks, he felt like he was in heaven. Pressed between the two greatest men on the planet, who wanted him despite how he looked. He still felt uncomfortable for the first few minutes after his clothes fell away, but they distracted him with kisses and sensual touches until he was too needy to think about it.
He had a slight setback when he had to sit to remove his prosthetic, but Taron distracted him by doing a little strip tease while he did it. He was so engrossed in the sultry movements and slow exposure of mahogany skin that he barely noticed when Zephyr took the prosthetic from him. Then his other boyfriend’s hands were on him, both of them distracting him from his discomfort.
“On your belly, baby,” Zephyr murmured against his ear, sending shivers down his spine at the growling tone.
He did as he was asked, carefully maneuvering himself onto his belly with his head turned to the one comfortable side. The damage wasn’t any better on his back, but he tried not to let himself think about it. The bed dipped on both sides of him and his belly tightened in anticipation.
“Goddess, this ass is perfect,” Taron breathed, giving one of Tony’s cheeks a loving squeeze. Tony groaned and shifted restlessly until Zephyr’s hand rested on his lower back and pressed lightly.
“No moving, baby. We don’t want you hurting yourself. Just relax and let us touch you.”
That was going to be hard for him. Every touch made him want to squirm or rut against the bed to get some relief. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly, willing himself to stay calm.
“Good boy,” Zephyr murmured, running his hands over Tony’s back. His magic sent tingles down his side, easing the pain and turning him on at the same time. Taron’s hands joined the other side, slick with some kind of oil. He rubbed at Tony’s sore shoulders, which tensed a lot whenever he was in pain.
Together, both men rubbed and touched him until the pain was low enough that the pleasure almost drowned it out, and his body felt like rubber. They had him turn over at one point, switching sides to keep Zephyr’s magic on his injured side while Taron rubbed his muscles on his good side. Neither of them touched his erection, which refused to go down so long as his boyfriends’ hands were on him. He wanted to complain, but he’d also never felt this relaxed before, and he didn’t want them to stop.
“Turn him back over,” Zephyr murmured, almost quiet enough that Tony didn’t hear him. He was starting to get sleepy from just how relaxed he was.
“Hold on,” Taron whispered back, a thread of frustration in his voice. “There’s a knot here that won’t go away.”
It was on the shoulder that always hurt the worst from using his cane. Taron was trying to be gentle, but the knot was stubborn. He’d have to put more pressure to get rid of it. Tony was going to tell him it was okay, he didn’t have to worry about it, but before he could, Zephyr’s hand rested on top of Taron’s, sending magic through them both to help. Tony’s eyes popped open, and he watched in surprise as they worked together to help him. Them working side by side was one thing. Actively touching each other was another, and Tony’s heart leapt in his chest when he saw Taron give Zephyr an appreciative look before focusing again on Tony.
Hope twisted in his gut, and he bit his lip to stop it from showing up in his expression. They were clear about how they felt about each other but that didn’t stop him from dreaming.
The knot finally relaxed and aside from the low level thrum of pain that was always in his injury, Tony felt better than he had in a long time. He actually groaned in protest when Zephyr nudged him back onto his belly. He didn’t want to move and end up in an uncomfortable position somehow. Zephyr’s smile was indulgent, and he placated Tony with a kiss that started soft and sweet before melting into something more steamy, reminding him of the overall goal.
With help from both of them, because he was too relaxed to move on his own, he turned back over, anticipation dialing up when Taron’s hands landed on him again. He started on Tony’s back, like he had before, but his hands went lower, down to his ass, and when he started massaging his cheeks, Tony sucked in a breath. Please, please, please…
Taron’s thumbs dragged along his crease, and Tony’s breathing stuttered. His cock was leaking steadily, and his heart pounded in his ears. The next massaging stroke got closer to his hole, but not quite close enough. He whined, shifting restlessly, and Zephyr’s hands settled on his back again.
“Don’t tease him. He’ll hurt himself.”
“But teasing him is so fun,” Taron replied, a hint of smugness in his tone. “He makes the best noises when he’s horny.”
Tony bit his lip, trying to muffle himself, but then Taron’s thumb brushed over his hole, and he let out a loud groan in response. So much for that plan.
“Fine. Tease him when he’s pinned between us, so he won’t be able to move,” Zephyr acquiesced.
Taron hummed in agreement. “I can do that. Not tonight, though. I want him just like this.”
Tony thought about protesting, he loved being pressed between them and would willingly put up with all the teasing Taron could throw at him if he could return to that position. But he was curious what the plan was. Would they take turns with him? Would he get to feel them both pinning him to the bed individually? Because that was hot, too.
He was so distracted by the possibilities, Taron’s finger breeching him took him by surprise, and he moaned loudly in response. He spread his legs a little more to make room, his pain kept low thanks to Zephyr. Another finger joined the first, twisting and scissoring to stretch him. Moans and whimpers spilled from his lips, his once relaxed muscles tensing in an attempt to keep himself from moving. Zephyr’s hands started moving, rubbing like Taron had before while still sending tingling electricity through him. It only added to the pleasure, and he clenched for a whole other reason as he got closer to release.
Taron chuckled, and Tony felt him nudge Zephyr. “Stop that. You’re going to make him come.”
Zephyr hummed an interested sound. “That right?”
“He’s squeezing my fingers. He likes it too much. No wonder he got all flushed at the restaurant the other day.” Taron sounded amused, and Zephyr’s chuckle made his heart sing. The one place they got along was in bed. Was it the worst idea to suggest staying here forever?
“Please…”
He hadn’t meant to say that out loud, begging for a fantasy he knew he couldn’t actually have. But Taron heard him and thankfully thought he was begging for something else.
“Want more, a thaisce? You only have to ask,” he purred.
“Please…” Tony whimpered. He wanted more than sex, but he couldn’t say that right now. It’d ruin the mood. He’d just have to hope that with enough time, maybe the animosity would fade, and the two people he cared about the most would come back to each other.