Page 55 of Cohesion

Sebastian cradled Peyton’s face as they fought for control, neither willing to back down and both eager to devour each other. They clashed like lightning in a storm, a perfect clarity of beauty as they came together.

Cards, bowls, and food went flying as Peyton swiped his arm across the table, making room to lay Sebastian out over it. He undid Sebastian’s fly as they continued to kiss furiously.

“I didn’t lose a game,” Sebastian gasped out.

“You lost plenty,” Peyton responded. “And it’s time for you to finish stripping.” He tugged Sebastian’s pants down and off in one clean sweep, shoes landing with athudon the floor, and then took Sebastian’s dick into his mouth in an instant, one hand on his hip and the other reaching up his chest. Sebastian groaned, back arching as his hips pushed up.

Will bit his lip, heat pooling in his gut.Fuck, they were an inferno, and it was spreading over all of them.

He unbalanced when Jericho dropped to his knees, the weight at his back gone in an instant. He clung to Quinn, steadying himself.

Jericho nuzzled his ass. “Bend over the table for me, baby,” he rasped, one finger slipping between Will’s cheeks to rub against his hole. “Let me have a taste.”

Not a request Will could say no to.

He did get momentarily distracted by kissing Quinn before he took the few steps he needed to get to the table. He braced his elbows on the surface and bent, presenting his ass as best he could for Jericho. It put him right beside where Sebastian lay and where Peyton was sucking him like a man starving.

Quinn slid in beside him, their shoulders brushing. He kissed Will’s shoulder, short, peppered touches that warmed Will from the inside. When he leaned down and kissed Sebastian’s bicep, Sebastian curled his arm around Quinn’s head, and then they were kissing. A slow, sensual brush of lips and tongue.

Will let out a squeaky cry at the first touch of Jericho’s tongue between his spread cheeks. Long slides that went everywhere and then against the muscles of his hole, massaging them before moving away again. Teasing, heavy laps of his tongue, intent on driving Will completely out of his mind.

He leaned forward, forehead against Sebastian’s shoulder. He was close enough now he couldhearSebastian and Quinn still kissing along with their heavy, panting breath. A hand tugged at him, and then he was suddenly in there with them, an awkward three-way kiss that was more tongue than anything else. It got over his lips, in his mouth; he felt their tongues curling around his and curled around theirs. It was messy and incredible, being so connected to them and getting a glimpse of a love that had endured through so much trial and heartache.

He pulled back just enough for Sebastian and Quinn to meet once more in the middle. There was a familiarity there that made Will’s chest ache in the best way. It was a privilege and an honour to be allowed to see it. The way that Quinn caressed Sebastian cheek, the flutter of eyelashes on Sebastian’s closed eyelids, the way they let Will, Peyton, and Jericho in even as they focused so intently on each other.

Jericho sucked on Will’s hole, and Will collapsed forward involuntarily, accidentally knocking against Quinn andSebastian and slipping between them until his head was on Sebastian’s chest.

Quinn chuckled and kissed his hair. “That feel good, sweetheart?” He trailed a hand down Will’s back, and he wobbled, tremors running through him.

“So goo—yes,” was all Will managed to groan. He bent his knees and pushed his hips up, trying to lift himself right into Jericho’s mouth.

Quinn moved down to where Peyton was, but Will didn’t have a chance to see him get his mouth on Sebastian—or Peyton—because Sebastian threaded his fingers through Will’s hair and tugged him into an open-mouthed kiss.

Will squirmed between the two men, lost in the feel of Sebastian’s mouth and Jericho’s tongue. He whined against Sebastian when the incredible suction from Jericho disappeared, and then a warm weight pressed against his back.

Jericho kissed his shoulder blade, then his shoulder, the curve of his neck, and the back of it. His hard, thick cock snuck between Will’s cheeks as Jericho rubbed against him. Will moaned and rotated his hips, adding pressure.

“Are you going to fuck me?” he gasped, resting against Sebastian’s collarbone. He clenched, just imagining how good Jericho would feel inside him. He hadn’t gotten a chance to experience it yet, and he might die if Jericho didn’t do it right fucking now.

“Do you want me to?” Jericho whispered, nibbling on Will’s earlobe.

Was that a rhetorical question? “Yes.” Safer to answer it just in case.

“If I do a good job, will you fuck me too?” Jericho asked.

Will’s laugh was more a mix of a huff and a pleasured groan when Jericho slipped a finger into him. “I’ll think about it,” hemanaged to say before he hung his head, unable to do anything but focus on the way that Jericho was finger fucking him.

“Condom?” Jericho asked.

“No, don’t need it,” Will said. He wanted to feel all of Jericho. Wanted it dripping out of him while he returned the favour.

Jericho teased the edges of Will’s hole with the tip of his cock. “This what you want?”

“You know it is.”

“How much do you want it?”

“How much do I need to want it for you to give it to me?” Will said with a breathless laugh. He twisted, meeting Jericho’s beautiful brown gaze. Seeing the real colour was comforting,perfect. The real Jericho was here with them, no walls put up to keep them out.

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