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The house is too quiet. Rex is napping on the couch. Fucker sure needs it, and I’m glad the cough seems to be going away. But Devon ain’t at his side, which is unusual. And Cal’s missing too.

Down the hall, something drops and muffled voices fill the air. What are they up to?

I make my way to my bedroom but don’t see them right away, not until a familiar buzzing sound reaches my ear.

“What the hell!”

I rip open the closet door to find the two of them in there, Cal holding the vibrator. Both of them stare at me wide-eyed.

“Give me that.”

My voice is feral as I yank the toy from Cal, my eyes darting between the two while my nostrils flare. Then I yell, “Rex! Get your fucking ass in here. Now!”

Devon, God help this kid, smirks and points at the vibrator, his one eye seeming to shine brighter when looking out from the bruised skin. “Can I have that?”

Cal snorts, then starts laughing, and I swear I want to choke him out.

“What are you two doing in there?”

The moment the words leave my mouth, visions of what might’ve happened flash through my head. I quickly clench my free hand, nails digging into my palms. Without that small act of self-control, I'm not sure I can stop myself from lashing out.

Before either can answer, Rex walks in, rubbing his eyes. “What’s going on?”

At a loss for words because my mind is racing, I jerk my head toward the boys and hold up the vibrator. Rex eyes the toy, then steps forward and peers into the closet.

Devon looks at him and holds up . . . Jesus, fuck. A butt plug.

Rex snarls something I can’t make out, then grabs Devon by the nape and drags him out of the room, cursing the entire time.

When my gaze returns to Cal, he’s shifting on his feet. “Don’t be mad.”

“Explain yourself. Now.”

My arms cross in front of my chest and widen my stance as I wait for him to answer.

He shrugs and points at the box on the shelf. “Why didn’t you tell me there are other toys?”

“Get out of there.”

He rolls his eyes and walks over to the bed before flopping down on the edge. His eyes go from me to the damn toy still in my hand, then back to me, that damn puppy dog look covering his face.

“No.”

He spreads his legs open and starts rubbing his cock over his pants. “Please.”

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I talked to Devon earlier about . . . what I saw last night, how he likes to be spanked.”

His hand grips his length, the outline now prominent through the material. “You know, since I hate it and stuff. I mentioned the vibrator but said you hid it. So, we decided to find it.”

I step closer. “And what, you were going to have him use it on you?”

Cal springs up, face in shock. “No! Why would you think that?”

He crosses the distance between us, then pushes his chest against me. “I was going to hide it under the pillow and get you to use it on me later. Maybe . . . I don’t know . . . use it on you too. If you liked it or something.”

Ah, fuck.

I brush my thumb across his lips before pushing it into his mouth and, like a good boy, he sucks it instantly.

Let him lead.

“If we do this, you can’t run. I won’t come back from it if you do.”

He lowers my hand with his and stands on his tip toes to brush a soft kiss across my lips. “Promise. I’m not going anywhere.”

I grunt and give a curt nod. “What do you want me to do?”

Cal blinks a few times, brows pinched together.

“You call the shots. But . . . if it gets too much, say RED and I’ll stop, okay?”

“Um . . . okay.”

His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he stares at my chest, then looks up at me. “I want you to use the vibrator . . . and your dick at the same time—like last time.”

I swallow hard, fingers coiling tight around the toy. Of course he has to throw out the one thing every bone in my body refuses to do.

He takes my wrist and lifts it, the toy rising between us. As our eyes stay connected, he licks a line up the shaft of the vibrator, then sucks on the round head.

“Jesus. Fuck, Cal.”

Giving me a wink, he turns, then removes every stitch of clothing before swiping the lube from the nightstand, then crawls onto the bed, his ass facing me. He proceeds to work himself open, looking over his shoulder and arching.

“Tempting little slut aren’t you.”

He blushes hard, then starts to fingerfuck himself. Give this kid an inch and now he’s putting on the most lewd show I’ve ever seen. And fuck if I don’t reach down and squeeze my cock.

After removing my clothes, I climb onto the bed between his legs, taking his lubed hand and wrapping it around my cock. “Get me ready. And . . . since you like to spy on others . . . I’m keepin’ the door open.”

He whimpers, his fingers tightening around my length as they move up and down.

While he strokes me, I lube up the vibrator. “Greedy for cock, Little Fawn?”

“Only yours. Put it in me. I need it.”

When I toy with the tip of the vibrator around his rim, Cal moans and pushes backward, fingers clenching around the blanket. “Please, please give it to me. Now.”

My cock is leaking just watching him writhe and beg, but when he pins me with a glare, I push it in. After all, I did tell him he’s in charge.

“Yes.”

He hisses and rocks into it. “Turn it on.”

I hit the button, slowly building the intensity, listening to his erotic moans grow louder as I pump the vibrator into his ass, angling it to make sure I hit his prostate.

“F-fuck, that’s . . . so good.”

He mewls, one hand grabbing and pulling at his nipple.

“You like that, don’t you?”

“I love it.”

He whines, pushing his hips back to get the toy deeper. “Turn it up more.”

I do.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck . . . Mac, need you in me too.”

He’s writhing, a thin sheen of sweat covering his skin and damn—I’m ready to blow just from the sight of it.

I grind my erection into his ass cheek while he fucks the toy.

“Mac! Now! Please!”

Carefully, I sink a finger in and tug him open more, then push in slowly, giving him time to adjust.

A low, strangled cry erupts and I stop. “Red?”

He shakes his head, breaths raspy. “Just . . . overwhelmed . . . need a second.”

When he pushes back on me, I thrust in more. His legs widen and he arches fully, giving me his ass to fuck.

And I do.

We keep going, both of us growling and grunting like wild animals, completely primal.

My fingers dig into his hips with a bruising assault. “Mine. This ass is mine. You’re mine. Only mine.”

“Yours,”

he cries out, his voice hoarse. “Always yours.”

I rut faster and accidentally press the button on the vibrator because the hums jack up in intensity. “FUCK! Jesus, fuck!”

A blinding force shoots through my body, my balls tightening as I fuck Cal until I come so hard a strangled roar, like some mythical beast would emit, literally breaks free.

My ears ring and my eyes are closed, mouth agape while my cock fills his ass. When Cal starts squeezing me, I swear I’m about to have a heart attack and die.

“Mac . . . too much. . .”

Cal’s voice is muffled, but I know the feeling, my own cock too sensitive as well.

Withdrawing, then turning off the toy, I slowly pull it out as Cal’s body gives a few jerks before fully collapsing against the mattress.

I gently toss the vibrator onto the ground, then scoop him up into my arms. “You okay?”

His eyes are glazed, and he buries his face into my chest.

“Cal?”

He nuzzles deeper into me.

A knock grabs my attention and I look up. Rex comes in, handing me a glass of water, though it looks a bit cloudy. “There’s sugar in it. Orange juice would’ve been better but . . . fuck this world right?”

He pulls Cal away from me, and I reflexively tighten my grip until he looks at the glass, a silent direction that Cal needs to drink.

After Cal drinks half the glass, he nuzzles back into me just as Devon walks in with a spare blanket. Satan’s spawn looks at the cum on the bed, then snorts, only for Rex to flick his ear.

I know my friend would’ve loved to slap the shit upside the head, but we’ve all been careful with Devon’s concussion.

Rex places the blanket over Cal and me. “Stay awake. I know you’re tired but just keep your eyes open ’til he comes out of it.”

I look up at my friend. “Thanks.”

He nods, then shoves Devon forward and out the door, only the little shit stops and looks at me. “Got another one of those toys somewhere?”

This time, I can’t help but chuckle. Rex told me Devon had been a virgin when they met, but damn—never seen someone so curious.

So mischievous.

Rex may die before me. That kid no doubt spikes his blood pressure daily.

When the door to the room shuts, I curl my arms tighter around Cal, who’s fast asleep, then kiss his forehead. “Love you, Cal. With everything I am.”