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But then what would he do with this strange new awareness, this hypersensitivity he was feeling to their presences? To their touch?

Eventually, he sighed. “Yes, I find you overwhelming.”

Fox’s answering grin was wicked. “Do you want us, little lamb?”

“Fox.” There was a warning note in Dane’s voice.

Fox cocked a brow at his twin. “Don’t pretend you don’t want to know the answer, brother mine.” He squeezed Colin’s calf. “Do you want us?”

Colin nodded, his throat suddenly dry, but Fox only clicked his tongue at him. “Nuh-uh. Be brave for us. We need the words.”

Colin kicked his foot against Fox’s arm. “Yes, asshole. Obviously.” He was lying in both their laps, for Christ’s sake. “I’m…attracted to you. Both of you.”

“Nothing obvious about you,” Dane murmured, his hand moving down to stroke Colin’s shoulder.

“What about now?” Fox asked.

“What about now?”

“Don’t get prickly. Do we need to be biting you for you to want us?”

Colin thought it over. He had liked the bite.

He had liked it very fucking much. But right now, with the two of them bookending him on the couch, he didn’t think he needed it.

He’d been seconds away from an erection just with Fox absent-mindedly massaging his goddamn foot. He met Fox’s eye. “No bite.”

“Perfect.” Fox released his hold on him, to Colin’s brief but intense dismay. “Scootch up a bit.”

Before Colin could move, strong hands were on his torso, lifting him so he was reclining against Dane’s broad form, his legs sliding right out of Fox’s lap, one of Dane’s strong arms encircling his chest. Fox followed quickly behind, his hands sliding up Colin’s thighs, fingers toying with the hem of his shorts.

“Is there anything in particular you didn’t like, those times before? ”

Colin shook his head automatically, then reconsidered. “I’m not that interested in topping,” he admitted.

“Noted.” Fox licked his lips, those mischievous fingers dancing along Colin’s skin, sending shivers down Colin’s spine. “Can I suck you off?”

And just like that, the blood was rushing south, Colin’s dick filling faster than he was used to. What was it about the two of them? Colin had never been turned on so quickly. It would have been embarrassing if he couldn’t feel their hunger like a palpable thing.

Fox eyed the now noticeable tent in Colin’s shorts. “Should I take that as a yes?”

“Yes,” Colin rasped.

Fox lifted his head, catching his brother’s eye. “Dane.”

And then a hand was in Colin’s hair, tipping his head back, and Dane’s lips were on his.

Colin gasped in surprise, and Dane took advantage of the opening, his tongue delving in, plundering Colin’s mouth.

For all Dane’s gentleness that night, his kiss was hot and fierce and domineering as hell.

He kissed Colin like he wanted to consume him, body and soul.

Colin lost himself to it, only vaguely aware of his shorts being pulled down his body, and then there was a soft, “Fuck.”

Dane lifted his mouth off Colin’s, leaving Colin gasping for air. “What?”

“He’s not wearing any underwear.” Colin looked down his body to see Fox cocking an eyebrow, Colin’s shorts in his hands. “Naughty lamb.”

His cheeks heated. “I was trying to sleep before I came downstairs.”

He was tempted to be self-conscious, now that he was lying on the couch with a shirt and no shorts, his hardening cock bobbing right in front of Fox’s face, but it was hard to concentrate on the feeling when Fox was already looking to Dane again. “How does he taste, brother?”

Dane tugged gently at Colin’s hair. “Fucking delicious.”

Colin moaned. Jesus. They were talking about him like he wasn’t even there. Why was that so hot? Why was he now fully hard? He didn’t have time to think—to overthink—because Fox was cocking his chin at Dane, ordering, “Kiss him again.”

And then Colin was being devoured once more.

Strong hands were caressing his inner thighs, followed by the pressure of blunt teeth, gentle nips that had Colin squirming. A soft swipe of a warm tongue on the head of his cock.

He whimpered into Dane’s mouth.

Dane broke the kiss again, ignoring Colin’s mewling whine when he did, the way Colin tried to chase his lips. “He likes that.”

“Of course he does,” Fox purred, then did it again, licking at the weeping head of Colin’s cock.

Colin looked down again to see Fox kneeling between his legs, smirking up at him through his eyelashes. Holy shit. Colin’s hips jerked upwards, his cockhead brushing up against Fox’s mouth.

Then there was a hand in his hair again, and Dane was tilting his head to the side, nosing along his neck, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. “My turn to ask you, Fox,” Dane murmured. “How does he taste?”

“Just like you said. Fucking delicious.”

And then Fox’s mouth engulfed him completely, and Colin keened, his desperate cry cut off as Dane captured his mouth again.

Colin couldn’t think. He could barely breathe. It was all sensation. The heady scents enveloping him. The warm, wet mouths taking everything he had. Fox’s greedy sucking had him at the edge of orgasm faster than he’d ever been in his life, barring their bites the other night.

Had he really been worried he wasn’t going to be able to get turned on again?

Fox’s mouth popped off him without warning, and the cold air on his wet cock sent a shiver down Colin’s spine. There was the sound of clothing rustling, then Fox’s bossy directions. “Get your cock out, Dane. Show him how much we want him.”

Colin twisted his head as best he could to see Dane sliding his waistband down, following his brother’s directions. Colin’s mouth went dry in an instant. Jesus. That was a fucking cock , rock-hard, the fat head an angry red to match the ruddy curls peeking out from Dane’s shorts.

“You’re not wearing any underwear either,” Colin said stupidly, staring at what he half believed was some apparition.

Dane didn’t even answer him, just started kissing him once more.

And then Fox’s mouth was back on Colin’s cock, turning his brain to complete mush again.

But now there were these… noises. The squelching sound of hands on tender skin.

They were jerking off. Both of them. Colin couldn’t even feel guilty he wasn’t participating, because what could he do? They’d taken him over completely.

He blindly reached out with his right hand, placing it on Dane’s forearm, just to feel the rhythm—short, tight strokes filled with urgency.

He’d caused that, hadn’t he? The urgency? Because Dane was so turned on, just by kissing Colin, holding him against his chest, while his brother’s mouth made Colin lose his mind?

Dane broke the kiss again, and Colin sucked in deep, ragged breaths as he began nosing down Colin’s neck again, his arm never slowing its frantic rhythm.

Colin was so close. What did people do when they were this close?

“Bite,” he gasped. “Can I— Can you bite?”

He didn’t need it. It wasn’t like he wasn’t going to be able to come without it. But he wanted it. He wanted that feeling again, of being consumed. And this time it would be all of him—his spit, his blood, his cum. It would be too much and too wild, and that was exactly what he fucking wanted.

Dane’s arm paused, for just a second. “Should I?” he asked.

Colin was about to answer— yes, of course you fucking should— but he didn’t get a chance, Fox popping off his cock again to respond, “Give him whatever he wants.” It was more growl than words. “He’s fucking perfect.”

Of course. The question hadn’t been for Colin at all.

And then Fox was back to sucking Colin down, and Dane’s fangs were cutting into Colin’s neck, and Colin just…lost it.

He blacked out. Or maybe he died for a second.

He was somewhat aware of the sounds of the twins finishing, their ragged groans and soft curses. He was a limp noodle in Dane’s arms, his spent cock soft against his thigh.

Should he sit up? He should probably sit up.

He gave a pathetic attempt, then slumped back down when his arms didn’t want to work. He didn’t think Dane had taken much, but he felt lightheaded anyway.

Dane’s fingers were in his hair again. “Hey, Casanova,” he said, his voice harsher than it ever was when speaking to Colin. “Get him some fucking water.”

Colin felt the couch dip as Fox rose, stalking off. Fingers tilted Colin’s chin until he was looking into Dane’s dark-blue eyes. “You okay?” Dane asked, his voice soft and sweet again.

Colin giggled. He fucking giggled . He’d have to remember to be mortified by that later. “Holy fuck.”

The smile Dane gave him was breathtaking. “Yeah,” he agreed. “Holy fuck.”