Page 52 of The Laughing Game

“Who’s giving the instructions here, Deo?” Vihaal sighed.

“You are, Vihaal. I’m sorry.”

I exchanged a look with Vihaal, who nodded, so I did what Gideon had asked.

When I started rubbing the oil on his rosy buttocks, Gideon sighed with pleasure.

“That feels good,” he murmured, letting his thighs splay open. The sight of his sweet little hole in the hairless cleft of his ass, within reach of my lubed fingers, was too much. My fingers slid across his skin.

“Why don’t you go up on your knees, Gideon?” Vihaal suggested. “That will help you to keep from rutting against Angel, and will make all of your bits accessible.”

I let my hands fall as Gideon moved with the sinuous grace of a jungle cat. The position put his head and face closer to mine.

“Hi,” he whispered, looking at me with glazed eyes.

“Hi,” I said, with a smile. “Ready?”

“Ready all this time.”

“Quiet now,” Vihaal muttered. “I want to enjoy the show without any distractions.”

I heard a zip and looked over. Vihaal had reached into his pants and now brought out his cock, using some lube from his own bottle to ease the way.

“Uh uh,” he scolded. “Eyes on the prize. Pay attention and get started.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” I said, tearing my eyes from him and planting them on the beautiful ass before me.

I ran my fingers over the top of Gideon’s buttock to gather some more of the oil, then traced them down between the crack of his ass. He sighed, spreading his thighs for me.

“Oh yes. Stay like that, Deo. That’s perfect,” Vihaal murmured.

Gideon purred like a cat, with his arms stretched out and his back arched, his ass in the air.

I found his wrinkled hole with my finger and rubbed it. I’d fingered women before, but Gideon’s soft cries and frantic gasps made me hard as steel in an instant, and it all seemed so much hotter.

Gideon hissed and canted his hips.

Vihaal cursed, then said, “Stay still, my little rocking horse. Let Angel play with you.”

“Yes, Vihaal,” Gideon gasped, forcing himself back into the required position, as I continued to rub his entrance. It was soft and bumpy and so, so vulnerable. I slid my fingers to his testicles and spread some of the oil around them and over his taint.

He quivered and panted.

I took two fingers and rubbed them down his crack, over his hole and back, a few times, until he was gasping and moaning. I played with his balls then did the same thing again. It was fun teasing him, knowing he loved it and that he was struggling to keep control of himself.

When I slipped the tip of my finger inside him, he cursed.

“Deeper,” Vihaal said, his voice husky with need.

I went deeper, gazing at Vihaal with all the heat that had built up in me, as Gideon gasped and whimpered. He was so hot and tight around me.

“Oh fuck, yes. That’s lovely. Now pump it in and out. Slowly.”

I did as commanded, glad to have Vihaal’s direction. He knew Gideon, knew what Gideon enjoyed, and also what Vihaalhimself wanted to see. I could hear the sounds of flesh on flesh as Vihaal stroked himself while he watched me fingering his husband.

Hishusband. I was finger-fucking Vihaal’s husband and hard as a rock underneath him. I was the king of the fuckingworld.

I made a little sound and added a second finger to the first, stroking them in and out of Gideon, entranced by the sight and the feel of it. It was hypnotizing.

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