Mack still wasn’t sure how he’d ever found the courage to say the words, but he had, and now they were here, in bed, naked. All three of them, with him facing Tan, and Austin behind him. He was in the middle for once, and it was wonderful and scary at the same time. He was nervous and excited and so hard it wouldn’t take much to set him off. What if he came too soon, like he always did? What if he ruined it all by being too clumsy, too inexperienced?
Tan traced his forehead with his index finger. “I can see you worrying, sweetie. Don’t.”
“What if I—” he started, but Austin wrapped his arms around him from behind and cut him off.
“Nothing you do will make us stop wanting you or stop with what we’re doing unless you want us to,” Austin said in his ear, making Mack shiver.
Well, Austin’s dick was also poking him, so that could’ve caused the little tremor as well, but it didn’t really matter. “I want to do it right,” he whispered.
Tan smiled at him. “Just let us take care of you. Let us make it good for you.”
Letting go was hard, being so vulnerable and trusting others, especially when he’d never found anyone worthy of his trust. But these two were. They’d proven it to him again and again. Mack blew out a deep breath and leaned in until his lips touched Tan’s. Tan allowed him to take the lead, holding back, and Mack followed his instincts and deepened the kiss. He tasted so sweet, so perfect, and Mack gave the kiss his all.
“What do you want, baby?” Austin asked, his voice so warm and deep. He pressed soft kisses on Mack’s neck, his shoulders, while his hands roamed Mack’s chest.
That was a good question. What did he want? He wanted them. He wanted everything with them, but where to start? “I don’t know,” he said, a flash of insecurity rolling over him. “There’s so much I want.”
“Can you let go and trust us to make you fly?” Tan asked, and Mack almost gasped from the look in Tan’s eyes. That wasn’t mere lust or want. That was much more. He might be innocent and naïve, but he knew love when he saw it, recognized it in what he felt as well. Austin had said Tan wasn’t ready for those words, and maybe he was right, but Mack would say the words anyway, if only because he had to. He couldn’t keep this in. It was too big, too special.
“I love you,” he told Tan, whose eyes widened at that declaration. “I’m not sure if there’s a difference between being in love and loving someone, but I love you. I look at you, and my stomach flutters, my skin gets too tight, and I want nothing more than to be with you, to touch you and take care of you and make you feel good. I want to take away your pain, and it frustrates me that I can’t.”
“Mack…” Tan whispered, looking stunned. “That’s… No one has ever said that to me. Ever.”
“I will say it as often as you need to hear it. I love you.”
“Oh, Mack…” Tears pearled up in Tan’s eyes. “Thank you. I don’t think you’ll ever understand what it means to me that you said it first. You are so brave…and I love you too.”
Mack’s heart skipped a beat. “You do?”
Tan cupped his face in both of his smooth hands and looked him deep in his eyes. “More than I thought I was capable of.”
Mack breathed out. “Do you know what date it is?” he asked, and Tan shook his head. “Unless I made an error somehow, it’s Christmas Eve.”
Tan’s gasp mingled with Austin’s behind him.
“That’s the best Christmas gift ever,” Tan said. “Us, together.”
The knowledge settled in Mack’s heart as he nodded. He was loved. And he loved someone else. It was like finding his purpose in life. He kissed Tan one last time, then turned around, and Tan let him. Austin’s eyes were moist, his face showing nothing but love.
“You’re not second best,” Mack said softly, and Austin nodded.
“I know, baby.”
He didn’t say anything else, and Mack was grateful he got the chance to tell him first as well. It mattered, and he hadn’t realized how much until he’d seen Tan’s reaction. “I love you,” he said, and Austin’s eyes went all dreamy and gleaming. “When I look at you, I see strength and power, and it does something to me deep inside. When you touch me, I feel…special. Beautiful. I love being with you, and I want to spend the rest of my life with you and Tan.”
“God, baby, you really have the heart of a poet. Tan was right. You are the bravest person I’ve ever met, and I love you more than life.”
Austin’s kiss was hungry, raw, and Mack surrendered to it. Austin took and took and then took some more, but he gave too. Mack’s body was on overload, and that was even more so when Tan kissed a wet, hot trail down his spine, licking, sucking, kissing, nipping until Mack was shaking with need.
Austin let go of him and pushed him onto his back, and Mack let him, his heart racing and his chest panting with short, quick intakes of breath. Then Austin and Tan both got to work, and he went crazy. Who would’ve thought his nipples were that sensitive? Tan sucked on one and Austin on the other, and Mack wasn’t sure what was more arousing, the sensation of those two hot mouths or the wet, sloppy kiss Austin and Tan shared after, when they encountered each other’s mouth over Mack’s chest.
Lower they moved, setting his body on fire, and he was so, so close to losing it. One of them tongued his belly button, which he’d never thought of as sexy, but it made him sweat with the effort of holding back. Tan licked the inside of his thighs, and Mack wanted to scream, and when Tan scraped his teeth over one of his balls, he did scream.
“Take the edge off, babe,” Austin said, and Mack didn’t know what he meant until Tan opened his mouth, wrapped his right hand around Mack’s cock, and sucked him in deep. The orgasm exploded out of him, his body jerking violently as he spurted thick ropes of cum into Tan’s throat. Tan still had his mouth around him and sucked and swallowed, and let go of him with a wet plop.
“Let me taste him,” Austin said, and they kissed, Tan and Austin, right in front of him. And what did Austin mean taste him? Mack didn’t get it until he saw a thin white ribbon trickle down Tan’s chin. Tan must’ve kept some of his seed in his mouth and had transferred it to Austin’s mouth. Was that a thing? It sounded so dirty, but he wanted to try that. He wanted to try it all. Maybe in a few minutes, when he’d gotten a bit of energy back.
Turned out, he didn’t even need that long, because watching Tan and Austin together made him hard again in no time. Austin spread out on top of Tan, covering his much smaller body entirely, and Mack’s stomach fluttered. He knew exactly how that felt. As they kissed, they made sounds. Sucking, sloppy sounds of wet kisses, little growls from Austin, and impatient clicks and sighs from Tan. These two made music together, and he’d be content to watch them for hours.
They had other plans, however, and after a few minutes of frantic kissing and touching—and there was something so arousing about Austin’s big hands groping Tan’s round ass—Austin rolled Tan onto his side, then grabbed a little bottle on the nightstand.
“This is going to get a little messy, babe, but it’s all we have,” he said to Tan, his tone apologetic, but Tan nodded.
“It’ll do the job. Just put a towel under it, okay? I don’t want it on the bedsheets.”
What were they talking about? Mack sat up and stared as Austin got up and went into the bathroom. He came back with a thick towel, which he put under Tan, who’d rolled onto his back and pulled his feet up. It gave Mack a perfect view of his ass, that gloriously full ass that had him hard every time he thought about it. Would he get to be inside him?
During the sex talk, Tan had explained topping and bottoming, stating calmly that he was a bottom. A power bottom, he’d called himself, but that was a term Mack wasn’t entirely sure of yet. And Austin was mostly a top, he’d said, though he’d be open to bottoming with the right person. The latter had been said with a sly look in Mack’s direction, and he blushed as fiercely now as he’d done at the time.
Austin opened that bottle and poured some liquid into his hand, careful to keep it over the towel. Ah. Olive oil. He slicked up his fingers and brought two of them to Tan’s…
Oh, crap. This was it. This was what he’d been dreaming of. He swallowed back the nerves that rose.
“Watch him,” Austin said, his voice lower than it had ever been. “Watch how much he loves this.”
He slipped inside him, one finger at first, but after a few careful thrusts, he added a second. Tan’s breath hitched, then came out in little puffs, and he closed his eyes. Austin had been right. Mack would’ve felt too vulnerable, too exposed like that, but Tan surrendered to it, his hands fisting the sheets as Austin slowly slid in and out of him with his fingers.
“Feel good, babe?” Austin asked.
Tan lifted his ass up higher, meeting his next thrust. “More.”
The moan that fell from Tan’s lips when Austin added a third finger was a mix of pain and pleasure, his face contorted for a second or two before it bloomed with delight. “My sweet, hungry bottom,” Austin said, and it sounded positively dirty.
Tan’s eyes flew open. “Hungrier than I’ve ever been,” he said, the last word ending on another moan when Austin slid back inside him.
The sound shot to Mack’s balls, which hung low and heavy again, his cock throbbing. He fisted himself.
“You’d better not be jacking off,” Tan snapped at him. “I had other plans for that cock.”
Mack immediately let go. He meant…?
Oh.
Wasn’t Austin going to take Tan, then? He’d been the one to prep him, and Mack was proud he’d remembered that term. Tan had hammered on it, how important it was as a top to prepare your partner. It had sounded abstract at the time and maybe even a little off-putting, sinking your fingers into another man’s butthole, but now that he saw it happening, it was the sexiest thing he could’ve ever imagined. Okay, maybe not the sexiest, but it definitely ranked there in the top three.
“He’s ready for you,” Austin said as he pulled out his fingers.
Mack swallowed. The way Tan lay there was so…so perfect. So beautiful. Vulnerable. It felt like an honor to be with him, to do something so intimate and special to him. He would never take this for granted, never take Tan for granted.
And so he stretched out next to him, clumsily, and when Tan turned his face toward him, his eyes showed surprise. “Second thoughts?” Tan asked with an undertone of hurt.
“No. But I want to ask your permission.”
“Permission for what?”
He would say the words, even if it killed him. If he was man enough for sex, he’d better be man enough to talk about it first. “T-topping you.”
Tan frowned as if he still didn’t understand. “But I already said yes.”
“No, you didn’t. You said that you’d both make me feel good, but you never said you wanted this, and when you explained sex to me, you told me that it matters, that I should never assume consent.”
Tan’s mouth dropped open a little before he shut it. His eyes grew moist when he said, “I swear that your sweetness never fails to amaze me.”
Austin stretched out on Tan’s other side, and he circled his big hand around Mack’s neck and pulled him in for a quick kiss. “He’s your karma, babe, your reward after all the shit you’ve been through.”
“Fuck off,” Tan said, but his voice broke. “The two of you are gonna make me cry, and Mack’s first time should not be with a crying bottom.”
Austin grinned, and after a second or two, Mack did too. Tan had intimacy issues, as Austin had worded it once, so if this was how he responded to something sweet, that was fine. As long as he understood they loved him.
Tan turned his attention back to Mack. “For the record, the answer is yes. You have my consent. Now please, can we get this party moving along?”
Mack scrambled up, and so did Austin, and then the big guy poured a little more oil into his hand and slicked up Mack’s cock. It was a wonderfully intimate move, and Mack shivered with how good it felt, how special it made him feel. But nothing was as amazing as the look Austin gave him, the one that held pride and love.
Mack kneeled between Tan’s legs. He fumbled around a little with getting into a good position, but finally, he was all lined up. He wrapped his right hand around his cock and brought it against Tan’s entrance. It was slick, and a shiver raced down his spine at that first touch. He pushed gently, but nothing happened.
“A little harder,” Tan said, and embarrassment rose in Mack. What if he couldn’t make it work?
He swallowed, taking a deep breath. When Austin grabbed his shoulder and squeezed, his eyes flew open. “Don’t get nervous. We’ll help.”
He tried again but was shaking so hard he could barely hold his own dick. Austin moved in close to him and wrapped his hand around Mack’s cock. “Let me guide you,” he said, and Mack obeyed.
Austin’s grip was tight as he pushed him in, and then he slipped past that barrier into something so hot and slick and tight he gasped. Austin let go and slapped Mack’s butt. “You can take it from here.”
Mack’s eyes bore into Tan’s, and his cheeks heated up at the intimacy of their position. There was no denying what they were doing, how close they were. “I’m inside you,” he whispered and then felt stupid because what a dumb thing to say. Of course he was. Tan, of all people, would know.
But Tan didn’t laugh or make fun of him. He gave an almost imperceptible nod, his eyes never leaving Mack’s. “You feel good.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmm.”
Mack carefully sunk in deeper and then a little more until he was as far as he could go, his balls nestled against Tan’s ass. They were one, as close to each other as they could be, and it was everything Mack had thought it would be. Actually, it was more.
He’d expected it to feel good, to bring physical pleasure. He hadn’t counted on how it made him feel on the inside, how it would roll over him like a wave, drowning him in this sensation of love, of intimacy, of being who he was and being his true self more than he’d ever been.
This wasn’t sex.
This was making love.
And he’d only just started.
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