Page 107 of The Laughing Game

“My nose feels great. My dick and balls, on the other hand…”

Meanwhile, amused by Vihaal’s desperation and, to be frank, not a little pent up myself, I ogled Gideon’s ass. He was wearing a pair of baby blue yoga pants that hung low on his hips. I’d always been an ass man. Now I was even more of one.

I had already gotten up from the sofa. I moved in behind Gideon and laid my palm on his cloth-covered ass cheek.

He swiveled his head as my gaze met Vihaal’s.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

I took my hand away and smiled.

Vihaal chuckled.

“Nothing,” I mumbled.

“Don’t play innocent with me, you depraved fuck,” Gideon said, deadpan. Then he winked. “Pull down my pants and get busy.”

“There you go,” Vihaal said.

Gideon turned to face him as I slid my fingers under the waistband of the yoga pants.

“Settle down,” Gideon told Vihaal. “Don’t you dare move from that spot, and if I see any fucking blood, we’re calling this off.”

It was hilarious to see Gideon making threats and demanding obedience, as Vihaal sat placidly in the chair. Talk about a role reversal.

For me to take the initiative was unprecedented, but I was absolutely ready.

“Go for it, baby,” Gideon said, giving his hips a wiggle.

“Does anyone mind if I take over the direction of this little détente? Safewords are available,” Vihaal said, getting comfortable.

“Hmm,” Gideon agreed. “Somehow I doubt they will be necessary.”

“Unless I get another nosebleed.”

“Oh fuck, you’d better not. I don’t know what I’ll do if—” Gideon gasped as I pulled his yoga pants down to his thighs.

“No underwear?” Vihaal gasped. “Cheeky.”

I stared at the globes of Gideon’s ass and smiled. “Very.”

“Give him a slap, will you? I need to hear that sound.”

Gideon wiggled again. “Do it, Angel.Hard,”he said.

I gave him a playful slap then a stronger one right after. Oh, hell yes. I did it again, watching his ass jiggle and the rosy mark my hand left.

Gideon moaned and surged forward, his mouth finding Vihaal’s. Vihaal’s fingers slipped into Gideon’s hair as he devoured him with a searing kiss, the sounds of their breathing loud in the room.

I could have stared at Gideon’s ass for an hour, especially now that it had my pink handprint on it. But the mark was fading, and instead of putting it there again, I leaned forward, licking and kissing the warm skin of Gideon’s behind, as he lost himself to Vihaal’s kiss.

He smelled amazing and tasted even better. He widened his stance and arched his back.

Vihaal kept Gideon in place and plundered his mouth like he’d never stop. The sounds of breathing and the slurping of tongues and lips had taken over. I was hard and desperate as I spread Gideon’s ass and licked along his crease.

His reaction was everything I’d hoped for.

He made a frantic sound and broke away from Vihaal to curse, then Vihaal coaxed him back, reaching for Gideon’s erection.

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