Oh, no, no, no.
“Hunter?” I ask, the single word shaky and small.
He looks at me then, his grin wicked, eyes bright.
Oh no…
“Think he can take the both of us, kitten?”
Nolan sobs.
I feel it echo in my chest, bringing out the urge to release some of my own. I swallow almost convulsively. My eyes burn as fresh tears build.
“I asked you a question,” Hunter says, his voice harder now, his eyes narrowed. “Or did you want to sit this one out?”
What an awful fucking decision to make.
An easy one, though, in the end.
“Please,” I beg. “Please let me inside him. Please. Wanna—wanna fill him up with you.”
Nolan sobs again, his whole body shaking. Hunter smirks as he wraps an arm around his chest and holds him close. The goosebumps on Nolan’s skin are prominent enough for me to see them. He has more sweat trickling down his body.
“What if I let you inside but don’t let you come?” Hunter asks, tilting his head like he’s simply curious and not a devious dominant who clearly lives to make us poor, innocent boys miserable.
“Please,” I beg, shaking my head. “Please? Please let me?”
“Let you in? Not come?”
“No! No, no, please, both, please let me both, please? Please, Hunter?”
“We’ll just have to see how it goes. Is that a risk you’re willing to take?”
I gulp. Shiver. My cock is dribbling a steady stream of precum at this point, flushed red and bobbing desperately in the air.
“Yes. Please. Just—please let me inside him. Please. If I can’t come, I—” I squeeze my eyes shut, hating myself for this. But I need to know. I need to know what Nolan feels like with both of us in him. I need to feel Hunter’s cock pressed against mine. I need to see their faces as we all get as close as three human beings can be. “I still want it.Please.”
“What about you, darling? You want to take us both?”
Nolan’s hands come up to grab at the arm wrapped around his chest, nails digging in a little. He looks like he’s struggling to breathe. “I—I want to. But what if—what if you don’t—what if Ican’t?You’re so big. You’re bothso bigand I—it’s been a long ti—” He cuts himself off, eyes going wide, his body shuddering. He drops his chin.
I lock eyes with Hunter. He subtly shakes his head, telling me he’s got this one. “You’re okay, darling. Hey. You’re fine. Been a while, huh? That’s okay. You know what? Can I tell you something?”
Nolan releases a shaky breath before whispering, “Yes, sir.”
“This is going to beso much better. You can take it. I know you can. You want to know why?”
“W-why, sir?”
“Because this time, the two men filling you up are men who love you more than anything. Who care about you. Who are going to spend the rest of their lives loving you and worshipping you and eating so much of your amazing fucking food, even if we get slapped on the hands for stealing bites.”
Nolan laughs, the sound watery but beautiful. He lifts his head to rest it on Hunter’s shoulder, his face turned toward his throat, but his eyes on me.
“Don’t forget all those Christmas decorations,” I add.
Hunter nods. “So manyChristmas decorations. And rewatches of any movie with Bucky Barnes.”
“Oh, wow, that’s love right there,” I tease.