MMM. THE bed smelled good.
Like sex.
Like them.
Shane chuckled, rubbing his cheeks on the pillows, jonesing on the fact that Galen was all over them.
Fuck, he was easier than advertised.
He heard another soft chuckle, low and growly, and he knew that was Len, watching him, jonesing on him.
“Mmm. Mornin’, Len.” He went to turn over, sit up.
Wait.
What?
“I thought we’d have a little fun, darlin’.” One big hand slid down his back, cupping his ass. “Guess what I found when I was cleaning yesterday?”
The cuffs. Obviously.
“Man, you’re either getting better at that or I’m sleeping harder….”
“I think you were half dead. All that hard work. Hard lovin’.” Oh, listen to that. He might not be able to see Galen, but he could hear the smile.
“Hard lovin’.” He shifted, knees sliding under him so he could stretch. “I might remember that.”
“Yeah? Still feeling it?” Those big hands moved him, turning him over on his back. His hands uncrossed, his arms stretching out and up.
“Mmm-hmm.” He sort of jonesed on it, that ache and stretch and burn.
“Love how you look like this.” Now he could see Len, all big and fuzzy and naked. It was a good look on the man.
“Mutual admiration, huh? Look at you.” He reached for Len, forgetting about the cuffs a second.
Oops.
“Uh-huh. You look. I’ll lick.” Len kissed his mouth, licking at his bottom lip.
“Mmm.” Licking. He was a fan. Hell, Len could do amazing things with that mouth.
Laughing, making a soft burst of breath fan his mouth, Len bent and kissed his chin, then his throat before sucking hard. Making a mark. He arched, chin lifting as he let Galen have his way. Damn, that was fine, but when Galen’s teeth started scraping his skin? It was way better.
The sharp sting when Len bit down over his Adam’s apple had him gasping, wiggling, trying to get closer.
“Jesus. You. I. Galen.”
“You, Shane. It’s all you.” That smile slid over his skin, finding the ball of his shoulder so Galen could bite down there too.
It was electricity, sliding right down his spine, and his fucking balls drew up with it.
Like he was sending a signal, Galen reached down, cupping his balls and rolling them. “Hot for me, darlin’?”
“When have I not been?” He spread wider, thighs shaking some.
“Never. I know it.” Len went to sucking up a mark on his chest after that, right beside his nipple. The fire inside him flared even higher, making him grunt.
“Gonna make me lose my mind.” His nipples went tight, aching around the rings.
“No. Just lose yourself for a bit….” That grin was pure evil. He got to see it for like, five seconds before Galen bent again, working his nipple rings.
“I….” Fucking shit. He arched as Galen pulled, chest following those lips, the pressure just the hottest thing ever.
“We need to get your chain….” Len was nipping, licking, working him like there was no tomorrow.
“Uh. Uh-huh.” Jesus, that was hot. It started a ball of flame, right in the pit of his belly.
“In fact….” That big body levered off of his, Galen bending to rummage in the drawer of the bedside table. “Woo! Here it is.”
His abs went tight, drawing up his knees, his balls. Fuck, but he wanted. Then Len was back, his hands holding that glinting chain, moving to clip the ends to his nipple rings. The pull came immediately as the chain settled.
“Galen!” He stretched up, almost sitting, eyes rolling like thrown dice. The pull at his arms made him wince a little, but it wasn’t such a bad thing, remembering he was at Len’s mercy. Nope. Not such a bad thing at all, with one hand tugging at the chain, the other cupping around his cock.
“Oh. Oh sweet fuck. Galen.” If the man stopped, he was going to commit murder.
“You are.” Winking up at him a moment, Galen rubbed one thumb up the underside of his cock, pulling hard at the chain at the same time. “Very.”
His thighs spread, knees drawn damn near up to his armpits, balls tight as they could be.
“Uhn. Oh God. Look at you.” Len went a little wild, kissing him all over from his chest to his belly to the insides of his legs, where Galen bit hard at his thigh.
“Please. Please. I fucking need so bad.” He couldn’t even fucking focus. All he could do was jerk and beg and want.
“What do you want, darlin’? Want me in you?” Oh, like Len didn’t…. Jesus fuck. That mouth slid down between his legs, tongue licking behind his balls, right down to his hole. He might have screamed, he might have not—what he did know is that if he didn’t come soon, he’d lose what was left of his motherfucking mind.
Galen didn’t waste too much time, though, licking at him, opening him up with both thumbs. The man drove him to the very edge, making him pant and beg and threaten, but Len finally moved up to settle that heavy cock right where that mouth had been.
“Now. Now, Galen. I swear to God, I need it right now.” He was on fucking fire like he hadn’t been in months, maybe longer.
“Right here, Shane.” Surging forward, Galen pushed into him, right where he needed it, inside him. The pressure pushed his hips back, pulling at his arms, making him moan.
One thrust, two, and then that amazing prick slid against his gland, lighting him on fire. His eyes went wide, spunk pouring from him. Len cried out, dark eyes meeting his, and those muscled hips pumped once, maybe twice, before Len came for him. Hard.
Shane was pretty sure his lips were moving, but there wasn’t anything sensible coming out.
He thought he might be broken.
Galen was shaking, sort of hovering over him, arm muscles quivering. “Need to untie you, babe.”
“Uh-huh.” He just stared a little, watching Galen. “Love.”
“Love you.” Smiling, Galen pressed a kiss to his lips, loving on him a moment before levering up to loosen the cuffs.
He groaned as he brought his hands down. Ached. So good.
Big hands closed over his wrists, massaging the soreness out so slow and sweet that it made him moan. Oh. God, Len knew how to make him feel right.
“Jesus. You. This is. So good….” Fuck. Perfect.