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“You even think of letting him make any of your dreams come true,” Jericho growled, “and I’ll make sure the punishment fits the crime, understand?” He bit down on the curve of Peyton’s shoulder as drove into him one more time before pulling out completely.

Jericho shut off the water and then gripped Peyton’s hair, yanking his head backwards as he sucked on his Adam’s apple so hard that Peyton’s mouth opened on a silent gasp, and tremors wracked his body.

Fuck. Will’s dick leaked pre-cum like a faucet. He spread it over his dick, stroking himself slowly as he watched the incredible show.

“Get on your knees,” Jericho whispered harshly.

“Are you going to make me? Is this whereyoumake all my dreams come true?” Peyton said, sarcasm edging into his tone.

Jericho’s eyes flared with heat, red flushing across his cheeks. “Is that what you want? You want me tomakeyou?” He pressed his lips to Peyton’s ear. “You want me to force you to your knees and shove my cock down your throat?”

Jericho pushed Peyton’s calf with his foot, twisting an arm around his neck as he forced him to the ground. “You belong to me,” he said harshly, splaying his hand across Peyton’s shoulder. “You all do. When I smell you, all I want to smell is them. When I fuck you, the only thing you should be thinking of is who’s next. Next in your ass and next in that pretty mouth of yours. And the answer better be one of us, you got it?”

Peyton didn’t respond. Jericho forced Peyton’s mouth open and thrust into it instantly. Peyton choked, throat working around him.

Will squeezed his own cock.Don’tcomedon’tcomedon’tcome. That mantra never worked.

Peyton fisted his hands against Jericho’s thighs and took everything that Jericho gave him, every violent thrust down his throat. Spit dribbled out of the corner of his mouth, tears in his eyes.

Will shouldn’t have found it as hot as he did, but they were so fucking electric. Poetry. Goddamn magic.

Jericho paused balls deep, thumbing some of the tears tracking down Peyton’s face. “Look how fucking beautiful you look,” he said hoarsely. “Wrecked and so eager to prove yourself.” He pulled out, and Peyton gasped, coughing lightly. “I love you.”

Peyton panted and didn’t reply. He didn’t need to; it was right there in his eyes.

Jericho backed up and perched himself on the stone bench attached to the spa bath, keeping Peyton with him. He ran the head of his cock over Peyton’s lips, and Will caught a hint of tongue as Peyton flicked his out to lick the slit.

Jericho leaned back with a moan, chest arching. He ran a hand over Peyton’s shoulder, then as far down his back as he could reach. “What are you waiting for, William? He’s wet, relaxed, and open for you.”

Will found the lube in the shower and grabbed the fluffy bath mat from where Peyton and Jericho had laid it out. He spread it out under Peyton, getting him to lift his knees. Much nicer for both of them than the cold, hard tiles.

He smoothed his hands reverently over Peyton’s ass, up his back, his fingers brushing against Jericho’s momentarily. Good thing he could pop the lube top open with one hand because he couldn’t make himself let go of Peyton’s ass.

He liberally coated himself and spread the lube quickly before getting into position, dragging the head of his cock againstPeyton’s slick hole. He kissed Peyton’s back, one hand moving to grip his shoulder.

“Ready?”

“I’m always ready for you,” Peyton panted.

“Ready for both of us?” Jericho asked, challenge clear in his tone.

Peyton answered by swallowing Jericho’s dick down at the same time that he arched his back, lifting his ass and forcing Will to slip inside.

Will finished the job for him, burying himself completely. He didn’t need to go slow or wait for Peyton to adjust; Jericho had already loosened him enough for Will to easily glide right in without a hint of force.

Jericho crooked his finger, and Will leaned forward, rolling his hips at the same that his lips met Jericho’s. His hand spanned Will’s cheek, every stroke of his tongue going directly to Will’s dick and making him fuck faster into Peyton.

By the time Jericho let him go, leaning back to thrust up into Peyton’s mouth and choking him again, Will was on the edge, the pressure building too high for him to stop it. He covered Peyton’s body, grip on his shoulder tightening. He groaned loudly and dropped his forehead to Peyton’s wet back, tonguing the droplets of water.

“I’m about to come, Peyton,” Will whispered harshly. “Are you coming with me?”

Peyton tried to put a hand under himself, but he couldn’t, needing both to hold himself up while he was drilled from both ends.

Will understood perfectly what he wanted and did it for him, taking hold and stroking him in time with his thrusts. It only took four hard pumps before Peyton tensed and came all over the floor with a vibrating moan around Jericho’s cock.

“Oh,fuck,” Jericho groaned, jerking up hard, causing Peyton to choke again. “I’m—fuck.”

Will was lost. His orgasm rushed over him. His hips spasmed, and he rolled them, shuddering and leaning heavily against Peyton. He kissed Peyton’s back, stroking his hands up and down his sides as he panted heavily, an aftershock rocking through him every now and again.

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