Page 41 of Transfiguration
SEVENTEEN
Con’s pants tightened way too much to be comfortable this late at night. He stared at Luca and turned off the TV. The sound of buzzing echoed faintly around the space. Con touched another button.
Luca whined. “Tease.”
“You’ve been edging for the last three hours?” Con wondered. It wasn’t the longest they’d played. Sam loved making Luca sit on the edge. Was he in a cage or just bound? Con nearly came at the image of Luca’s cock wrapped up, straining for release. Fuck, he needed to get laid, and lover one had prepped lover two for him all tied up like a pretty bow. Fuck.
“Yes, and it’s been fucking amazing.”
Con turned off the lights in the lower part of the loft, glancing fast at Bella’s space before pointing upward. “Bathroom, pretty boy. Naked and on your knees.”
Luca raced upstairs. Con followed at a more subdued pace, double checking the locks and trying to steady his breath. He reached the top of the stairs and shrugged off his shirt, tossing it on the hamper, then kicked off his socks and unbuttoned his jeans. He slid them down with deliberate purpose, his body rearing to find purchase in Luca’s gripping ass. But that would be over too fast, and who knew when they’d have a chance again. Would Bella’s presence delay them every night in the house, or was that just his mind fucking with him? It helped ease his need for a few seconds, pulling him back from the edge.
He had gotten good at playing. Part of being a trio meant they all got their turn, and these days, it was rarely a mad rush for release. They were all old enough now to appreciate the nuances of slow and deliberate. Sam was a master at making Luca sing, and Con was a voyeur and a connoisseur of pleasures these days. Luca was more flexible than Sam and Con combined, and that was okay as it worked to have the man between them spit roasted, or a dozen other ways, screaming in pleasure.
Con made his way into the bathroom and closed the door. Luca knelt, completely nude, the buzzing continuing. A giant bottle of their favorite lube sat on the counter beside him as he waited. He trembled with need, but since his cock was tied up with neon purple silk rope, he couldn’t come. Wow, Sam had really given a gift, hadn’t he?
Con set his phone down on the counter, and stripped off his underwear, his cock leaking and painfully hard. He could pull the plug out of Luca’s ass and shove his dick deep, but he wanted it to last longer than that. He’d been weeks without his guys, traipsing around the world to find a book. Soon he’d be looking for a body that might house a demon. He hoped Sam came home early so Sam could split his ass in two with his fine dick.
“You are so fucking hot,” Con praised Luca. “I love the way you tremble with your ass clenching. Cock straining. Such a good boy, you are. I have an enormous gift for you tonight.”
Luca’s gaze locked on Con’s cock, and he licked his lips.
“Oh, want a taste of this, do you?” Con asked, sliding his hand over his cock. Luca nodded. “Soon. Not yet. Turn around. Show me that hole. I want to see how this app works,” Con instructed, planting his feet and willing his cock to calm down a little.
Luca groaned and turned to all fours, legs spread wide, presenting his ass to Con.
“Spread it,” Con said.
Luca reached back, grabbing his cheeks and spreading them wide. The view was divine. Luca’s wrapped and demanding cock in that spread of purple thread, then the glittering purple gem winking from his well-slicked asshole. His body clenched around it, the end of the plug wide enough to keep it from sliding inside, even when Luca’s body kept trying to tug it deeper. And beneath the hole, a narrow band of color linked from the plug down to loop around his balls. A combo exterior prostate stimulator and a ball ring. Fuck, that was hot.
Con picked up his phone and switched to the camera. He turned on the video option and reached for Luca, letting his fingers slide down his crack to the edge of the plug, the sound of the vibration intensifying the closer he got. Sam was going to need to rub one off in the bathroom when he got this video.
Con traced the edges of the end of the plug, rimming around where Luca’s hole kept trying to swallow more of it, and pressed two fingers in beside the plug. “Greedy fucker,” Con muttered as Luca gasped, his ass tugging on Con’s fingers. Con pulled his fingers out and tugged on the end of the plug, zooming in with the camera. How fucking big was this thing?
Holy crap. Con watched Luca’s body stretch around the widening area of the plug, shocked that it was at least a fist wide, little soft tiny nubs all around the thing. When had they gotten it?
Luca made incoherent whimpering noises that nearly had Con busting a nut all over him. The idea of painting Luca in his come and sending that to Sam, Con thought would be a glorious end to their night. He didn’t pull the plug all the way out, but played with it, tugging it to stretch him, feeling the vibration beneath his fingers, and marveling at Luca’s fine body. Con let the plug slide all the way back in and stopped recording. He went back to the app to study the controls. The dial was for vibration speed, but what about the buttons? He pushed one, and Luca gasped as the vibration stopped for a half a second, then pulsed in beats like a heart.
“Fuck,” Luca squirmed.
“Fun,” Con said, watching the glittering end of the plug jump. He hit the button again and was rewarded with a longer stop, then a staccato burst of beats. Luca trembled, his voice a keening of need, but he wasn’t begging. It was hard to get Luca to beg these days, mostly because he knew eventually Sam and Con would bring him a half dozen times without Luca needing to ask for it.
“Turn,” Con said, pointing to the wall of mirrors beside the tub. “I want to watch your ass as I play with it, while I fuck your mouth.”
Luca whimpered, but moved without hesitation, turning until he splayed his ass facing the mirror, as he knelt, legs spread wide, purple wrapped cock jutting between his legs. Con grabbed his cock and squeezed, the edge of pain staving off his orgasm. He’d get to blow once, maybe twice, if he was lucky. Luca usually had a half dozen in him. He held his cock out for Luca, who licked the tip for a second, gathering the leaking come on his tongue like it was candy. Con sighed and rubbed the tip over Luca’s face, leaving trails of it across his cheeks, chin, and lips. He looked good that way, dirty, but insanely hot.
“Spread your cheeks again,” Con instructed. “Keep your hands on your ass. Going to shove my cock down your throat.”
Luca sighed sweetly, like he couldn’t wait, and spread his cheeks, showing that winking gem in the mirror. Con played with the buttons again, finding a higher speed with a stuttering pulse that really made Luca squirm, then hit the record. He saw himself in the reflection and video. Tattoos covering most of his upper body, hips, and thighs, a wash of art and ink that made him look dangerous. And Luca at his feet, sprawled out with his defined and delicious body on display, like a slave worshiping at his feet, Con felt like a god. He held the phone up and gripped Luca’s hair with his other hand.
“Think blow-up doll, baby. Only with more suction. I’m about to fuck your tonsils,” Con said as he slammed his dick down Luca’s throat. He didn’t pause as Luca didn’t need the time to adjust. He took it, the head of Con’s dick pounding the back of Luca’s throat in a fun weeble-wobble sound.
Luca fought to breathe around the stretch and slide, spit dripping from his lips and dribbling down the front of him. He sucked in fast breaths between thrusts and didn’t ask for a pause. The warm suction on Con’s cock made him sigh. It was heavenly. He didn’t need to race. No pounding pulse necessary. He slammed deep, shoving until Luca’s nose dug into his pelvic bone, slowing pulling out to a garbled moan from Luca, trailing saliva the whole way. Con could do this for a while, and the longest he’d ever lasted had been an hour and a half. That was after Sam had done a nice little tie around Con’s balls to keep him from spurting. Sam was good at knots, and had come a couple times himself just watching. Luca could take it. A thick pounding meant he’d need breaks to breathe, but this slow grind and slide gave him a chance to suck in gulps of air.
“Bet Sam is going to bust a nut just watching this,” Con said as he held Luca onto his dick to zoom in at the depth Con was nestled into him. Luca’s jaw stretched wide around him. He slid back and Luca sucked in air. “Pull out the plug, nice and slow. Going to keep fucking your mouth, but I want to see that giant thing pop out like a surprise in a birthday cake.”
Luca let out a muffled groan. He had to adjust his position on his knees a little to get a grip on the plug, sweat and slick making the end hard to grip. He pulled.