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A hand smacks my face, yanking me from sleep. It’s not hard but enough to piss me off. With a growl, I open my eyes.

Cal glares at me. “About time.”

“Did you just smack me?”

He huffs. “Well, I tried shaking and shoving you, even pinched you.”

It’s dark in the room, definitely not morning. I turn to Cal, who’s squirming and fidgeting, pulling at the metal collar.

“Need to use the bathroom.”

I quirk a brow. Deep down, concern rears its head that he might be using the excuse to run away. However, he’s clenching his thighs, fingers drumming against his knees.

“Mac. Now. Before I pee on the bed.”

With a sigh, I roll over and grab the key for the lock. The moment the collar comes off, Cal flies off the bed and my heart lurches, chest tightening.

I scramble after him, freezing when he does. He bends and shuffles a bit, as if doing the pee dance, and I release a long breath. He wasn’t lying about having to use the bathroom.

But why the fuck is he standing there?

A thwack cuts through the silence followed by a muffled moan.

And another.

I shake my head and chuckle. Guess Rex found the paddle.

Cal turns his head, looking at me over his shoulder, and I flick my wrist in an ushering motion. He slowly tiptoes to the bathroom, and I turn on my heels and go back to our room, sitting on the edge of the bed, more thwacks ringing through the house.

I’d think Rex is punishing Devon, only the moans that follow indicate it’s anything but. Not surprised Satan’s spawn enjoys impact play.

Ten minutes go by and Cal isn’t back. Don’t want to be pushy, but when I peek down the hall the bathroom door is ajar.

Fuck.

He left.

I spring back to my feet, not caring if I interrupt whatever’s going on in the living room that should be going on in Rex’s room. This is my house and like fuck am I letting Cal run again.

But when I turn the corner, my little fawn is hiding in a dark corner. Watching. Like a peeping tom as he strokes himself.

Well, fuck.

I quietly stalk over, then slide up behind him and cover his mouth with my hand. Good thing too. My little fawn yelps, which could’ve given us away.

Slowly, I release my hand and wrap an arm around his waist, my lips brushing against the shell of his ear. “Like what you see?”

He nods, breaths coming in short bursts.

“Come on, let’s go back to bed. Let them be.”

Cal grabs my wrist, nails digging into my skin, and shakes his head. When I try to lead him away, he pulls my hand down farther until his hard cock is in my palm. “Jerk me. Please.”

When he slips my fingers into his mouth and starts sucking on them, I’m done. My other hand grips his steeled shaft and I stroke root to tip.

“Such a dirty boy.”

I push my fingers deeper into his mouth causing him to gag, saliva running down my palm.

When my thumb brushes over his slit, I’m welcomed with pre-cum. Lots of it. My boy’s leaking.

Wedging my own erection between the crease of his ass, I grind as I jerk him, biting on his shoulder, eyes finally glancing forward to see what he’s watching.

And fuck is it a sight. So much so, my hips thrust forward.

Rex has Devon’s hands tied behind his back, holding his head up by his hair as he rails into him from behind like a wild beast. There’s a muted red ball in Devon’s mouth and I can’t help but chuckle—my friend ball gagged his boy.

Cal ruts into my fist, and I turn my attention back to him. “Like the way they fuck, Little Fawn?”

He groans, teeth sinking into my fingers.

“Biting me again?”

His hand covers mine that’s on his cock and he squeezes, causing my grip to tighten around his length. When I stop, he does it again. A silent plea.

Cal might not like impact play, but he does enjoy a bit of rough play when it comes to his cock and balls.

I nip his ear and comply, fucking my fingers into his mouth. “Such a demanding slut tonight, aren’t you?”

He makes a sound as if annoyed, then reaches up, tangling his fingers in my hair, pulling on it as he fucks my fist vigorously, his eyes focused on Devon and Rex.

Shit, my boy really likes to watch. Can’t blame him. Those two are completely feral.

I pull my fingers from his mouth. “Keep quiet.”

He nods, and I reach down to slap his balls. His entire body arches, and the little squeak he releases as he tries to fight making any noise has my dick twitching.

My one hand slides down to his root and I squeeze hard, then use my other to slap his shaft.

He damn near rips my hair out, his hips driving forward, muscles clenched tight. He’s close.

“My balls. Squeeze them. Crush them. Please.”

And I do.

When I look up, Rex has a smirk on his face. Wonder what I missed.

“Mac . . . I’m . . . coming.”

I cover his mouth as his release coats my other hand and keep jerking him until nothing more comes out. When he’s squirming away from my touch, I lift him into my arms and carry him back to bed.

“You had your fun. My turn now.”