Page 23 of Cohesion

“It’s your turn,” Quinn whispered to Peyton.

Peyton licked Quinn’s bottom lip and then nipped it. “Got enough in you for round two?”

“Not quite,” Quinn said wryly. It would take longer than they had for him to be hard again. He wasn’t twenty-five anymore. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

“Yeah? Promises,” Peyton teased.

Quinn held the condom as he pulled out of Jericho, took it off, tied it, and dropped it in the empty yoghurt container; he could throw them both out when they were done.

Jericho and Peyton kept themselves busy, with Jericho leisurely stroking Peyton’s hard cock as they explored each other with mouths on shoulders and chests and wherever they could reach.

If they had more time, Quinn would have enjoyed the show while his dick recovered for another go. An idea for later.

For now… Quinn lifted Peyton onto the desk, pushing his chest back so he was on display for them. He spared a moment to admire the hard lines of his body and just how perfectly proportioned he was.

Peyton was a warrior, all lean muscles and corded steel. Even through his clothes, the strength was clear to see. His pretty angular face, when smooth and clean-shaven, was a clever guise, luring victims in until it was too late. Quinn recalled the picture that was hanging in the Sinclair parents’ house. Peyton in full commando gear, his mask pulled down. Wide smile with a thick beard covering half his face. He’d been messy, unkempt, and the sexiest fucking thing Quinn had ever seen.

Quinn ran his knuckles down Peyton’s cheek. Will was clean-shaven as well, and it sounded like he couldn’t grow one without a pain period he didn’t think was worth it. Quinn begged to differ; he’d be willing to wait in order to get the fruits of that labour. His own beard was carefully trimmed, as was Jericho’s. Sebastian liked to wear a constant five-o’clock shadow. What would Peyton’s beard feel like? Scratchy, with incredible beard burn across his cheeks and his inner thighs.

“Planning on doing something, or are you just going to look at me?” Peyton asked cheekily. “I could probably come untouched if you keep looking at me like that.”

“Oh?” Quinn’s mouth quirked. “Should I put that to the test?”

“I’d prefer you didn’t.”

Quinn fisted Peyton’s cock and stroked. Lack of lubricant caused a light drag. There might have been some left in the smallpacket Peyton had given him, but Quinn wasn’t a fan of the taste. He knew some were flavoured for that specific purpose, but he’d never tried them—despite the ridiculous shit Grady put on the bottom of the shopping list on his fridge—so he couldn’t attest to whether they were appealing or not. He locked that away to think about later. Might be worth looking into.

He did use the rest of it, though, squeezing it from its packet to coat his free hand. He had other plans that required the slick.

Quinn twisted, dragging Jericho into the space between Peyton’s legs with his clean hand. He cupped the back of his head, fingers sliding through his wavy hair. The dark strands were thick, anchoring him. “You like to use that mouth, and I have just the task for it.”

Jericho’s half-cocked smile showed a peek of a canine through open lips. “Yeah? What are you waiting for?”

Quinn guided Jericho down until Peyton’s head was against his lips, brushing against them as Peyton panted. “Suck.”

Jericho opened his mouth, Peyton’s cock disappearing inch by perfect inch. Quinn’s mouth watered. Peyton had a gorgeous cock, thick enough to fill a space just this side of uncomfortable.

“Get it nice and wet for me,” Quinn said, tugging Jericho’s earlobe between his teeth.

Jericho kept going until his nose was buried in the curls at the base of Peyton’s cock. His throat worked as he took all of Peyton in. He wasn’t quite long enough to fully challenge Jericho’s gag reflex, but he was long—and thick—enough to be on the cusp. Still requiring a talented mouth to handle it. Will’s would be visible in a throat if he pushed in at the right angle. They definitely needed to try that out. Quinn had a list of all the things he wanted to do with every single one of them, and it was constantly growing, just like his need for them.

“Fuckfuckfuck,” Peyton panted. He threw his head back, Adam’s apple prominent, mouth opened on a silent moan. Hisknee lifted, and Quinn held it down, forcing Peyton to stay open. He massaged Peyton’s hole with his index finger while Jericho worked his cock over.

Peyton gripped the edges of the desk, veins visible and thick.

Quinn slid one finger in, twisting and massaging Peyton’s walls as he filled him. Peyton bucked up with a cry. Jericho choked, spit dribbling down to where Quinn was fucking Peyton. Quinn swiped some of it with his thumb and pushed it in beside his finger, easing his passage.

Quinn lifted Jericho and kissed him, seeking the musky scent of Peyton on his lips. He bent down next, Peyton’s thickness filling his mouth. The heaviness on his tongue and the burst of bittersweet from his pre-cum were a compelling combination. He took his time mapping out the length of Peyton until all of his senses were consumed by it.

He slipped another finger into Peyton’s ass. Peyton squirmed beneath him, alternating between bucking up into his mouth and pushing down to get Quinn deeper.

Quinn slid off with apop,and Jericho took over as Quinn mouthed the side of the shaft. He closed his lips around the head of Peyton’s cock, sucking like it was his favourite treat.

“Ahh!” Peyton clutched their heads, hips working. Quinn could just imagine what Jericho was doing with his tongue.

“Are you going to come for us, Peyton?” Quinn murmured, pumping harder, curling his fingers on each thrust to glide across his sweet spot. He would need to add more lube if he wanted to fit a third finger in the tight space. Peyton wouldn’t need it. Quinn couldsmellhow close he was.

“That’s pretty much a given,” Peyton said, voice strained.

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