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“You’re not going to Dom one of us?” Tate seemed to think my question was just as hilarious as Joel did as all he could do was shake his head. “You’d be a cute Dom.”

When Joel stopped laughing, he sat straighter like it was a very serious question and frowned. “No. Nothing I read online said I was a Dom. I even took quizzes.”

Since I couldn’t argue with him, I focused on the bits I was comfortable talking about. “There’s no right or wrong. If it takes a while to figure out what side of things you like that’s fine.”

Joel giggled again and reached over to grab Tate’s drink, giving him wide flirty eyes as he stole a sip. “No, I don’t want to be in charge.”

He wanted to flirt, though.

Tate smirked, thoroughly enjoying the attention. “You’re going to be a naughty little flirt, aren’t you?”

Nodding, Joel wiggled excitedly and I realized that at some point Tate had actually started jerking him off. “Yes, it takes me so long to warm to people that most of the time I never get to flirt.”

Pouting, he went back to snuggling against Tate. “Guys I date just say I’m rude or a cold fish and leave before I can get to know them. Most don’t even get to see how well sculpted my dick is.”

Good grief.

But on the more logical side, I was pretty sure that was because he was a demi guy dating the wrong people.

“You can flirt all you want with us, and if you’re naughty, we’ll find a way to punish you.” Tate’s ridiculous response was delivered with a wicked grin. “I think I’m going to like that part.”

Was that supposed to be erotic or scary?

I couldn’t figure that out and I wasn’t sure if it was because I was too sober or not sober enough.

Chapter 2

Tate

A switch, huh?

Joel was a genius.

“Do you think our sub Dean would like to see you get a spanking or do you think he’d like to play with your pretty cock?” Giving Joel’s dick a wiggle since it kept making Dean lick his lips, I leaned closer to Joel and pretended to whisper. “I’ll be the Dom tonight, so that means I get to decide how you get to come.”

Joel didn’t have any problem with that based on how he shivered and sighed, but Dean’s eyes got wider.

He was way too sober.

“You’re going to spank me?” Joel sighed and smiled, wiggling closer. “No one has ever said I’m spankable before.”

Somehow he was almost on my lap and still managing to jerk me off without losing his rhythm. He was fucking coordinated. It made me wonder what he could do sober and it also made me wonder if he’d like being stretched out between his two Doms.

Once Dean stopped having his too-sober panic.

“You’re very spankable.” Dean didn’t seem to be able to do anything for himself at the moment, but defending Joel had him sitting up on his knees and leaning closer. “Everyone you dated should’ve told you that…you…you have a very nice ass too.”

A very tiny and almost sober part of my brain said Dean really hadn’t meant to say that, but another bigger part said it was hot as fuck seeing my boys build each other up.

“See?” Giving Joel a quick peck on the cheek, because I was pretty sure that’d been on the ingredient list he’d put together, I nodded toward Dean. “We both think you’d be sexy as fuck with a pretty pink bottom to go with your cute, trapped cock.”

“Aww. Thank you, Tate.” Leaning his head on my shoulder again, Joel sighed. “It’s really cute and I don’t get to show it off nearly often enough. People just go too fast. I don’t know how they do it.”

I did.

But he and I weren’t on the same wavelength with that and it was okay.

“Everybody’s different.” Dean had said there was a name for it…daisy…devi…danish…no that was a food. Fuck it. “You just need to get to know people first and you know us really well.”

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