Page 25 of Branson's Promise

Milo watched in wonder, completely enthralled by Branson's languid strokes. I studied him for a moment, a small smile settling on his lips as he took a shaky breath and stepped closer to Branson’s legs, which were dangling over the edge of the California king bed. Milo was beautiful. Stunning. His dark hair, and thick lashes that battered innocently around his golden brown eyes drew me in and held me captive. When he aimed them at Branson, they were soft and tender. Towards me they were usually stone cold, betrayed only by the momentary spark of something unspoken. He was so different to Branson - in looks and personality - but he was equally as enchanting.

Branson and Milo were locked in a game of who would blink first, Branson rubbing his cock shamelessly, his mouth slightly parted as Milo stood over him, still as a statue, save for the steady rise and fall of his chest and a slight twitch of his jaw.

Coming up behind him, I ran my hand up his neck, tilting it slightly to the left and then tracing the curve with my lips. Milo's skin was warm, and goosebumps rose as I licked further up his neck. Peppering chaste kisses, I paused at his ear, wrapping my hand around and up until it was cupping his throat, not exerting much pressure. He shuddered under my touch, and pressed his body back to meet mine, not a breath of space separating us. He was almost as tall as me, a match for my bulk too.

“He’s beautiful, isn’t he?” I whispered, my hot breath fanning over his ear and he nodded. “He likes it when you tell him.Tell him how perfect he is. How badly you want him.” Milo’s throat worked under the gentle grip of my hand. Branson was looking up at us from his spot on the bed, his eyes sparkling like diamonds in the moonlight.

“You’re so fucking pretty, sweetheart.” Milo’s voice was sugary, smooth like liquid gold and Branson preened under his praise, a small, almost inaudible whimper leaving his lips. “I want to know what it feels like to touch you. To feel your skin on mine.”

I squeezed his throat tighter, loving the way he pressed so surely against me and I gave my hips a light thrust, letting him feel what he did to me. For someone who insisted he disliked me, his body was pliant and eager in my arms, his head still tilted to the side in offering. “Good boy. Now, sit with your back against the headboard and I’m going to get our sweet Branson ready. That sound good to you?” Milo nodded his reply.

Releasing my hold on Milo’s throat, I spun him around until we were face to face. “You’re magnificent, Milo.” From our closeness, I could see wetness pool at the corners of his eyes and it struck me that maybe he didn’t hear that often enough. And maybe I had two men on my hands who needed and wanted to be nurtured and adored. That I could and would do.

Gripping his cheeks in my hands, my lips met his in a soft kiss. “Magnificent,” I mouthed again, delivering the word directly into him, hoping it stuck. “Now, sit,” I commanded and he obeyed, climbing over Branson, making him chuckle in response, then took his position at the top end of the bed.

Branson spun over onto his belly, so he was looking up at Milo. “Hi,” he said, and Milo’s face lit up, his lips settling into a sly grin.

“Hey, sexy.”

Walking over to the bedside table, I grabbed a bottle of lube and condoms, then placed them next to Branson on the bed.His eyes caught on the condom and he pressed his upper body onto his elbows. “Daddy?” Goosebumps broke out over my skin at that one, delightful word. Would I ever tire of it? Doubtful. I kneeled down so we were eye to eye.

“Yes, gorgeous?”

“Do we need those? I’m tested regularly and have always been negative. I mean, I will if that's what you or Milo want.”

Looking over to Milo, I said, “Same for me.” Milo replied with the same answer. In all the sexual encounters I’d had over the years, I had never fucked raw. My heart hammered rapidly behind my ribcage at the thought of spilling inside him, marking him from the inside, making him mine. I didn’t know where Milo stood on this yet - we still had a lot to discuss - but I was happy either way. Him in me, me in him. Or neither. Hell, I didn’t even know if he wanted anything with me anyway. Suddenly, my brain was working overtime and I was at risk of completely messing up this moment.

“Daddy?” A soft voice broke through my thoughts and my gaze was brought back to the incredible man in front of me. Settling behind Branson, I manoeuvred him until his knees were beneath him and his ass was presented to me like the gift that it was. He’d moved his head so it was against Milo’s calf, and the two of them held hands against Milo’s knee.

“Fuck, Branson, your ass looks delicious. I’m going to feast on it until you’re begging me to stop.” Spreading his cheeks, I pressed my face in the gap and breathed in. Musky with a hint of body wash.My body wash.That primal part ingrained in me wanted to come out and play, to mark him up and roll him in my scent so there was no mistaking who he belonged with. I imagined the combined essence of mine and Milo's release on Branson's skin and I was ravenous.Ours.My mouth watered and I wasted no more time, diving in and licking around his rim, loving the way it twitched against my tongue.

“Bloody hell, Milo. You should see his perfect hole. So sweet, so eager. Pretty and pink.” Branson whimpered and Milo fisted his cock behind his shorts.

“Let us see,” I nodded towards Milo, and he lifted his ass, releasing his hand from Branson’s and pulling down his shorts so they were stretched around his lower legs. His cock stood hard and thick, standing straight up from a nest of dark pubic hair. And holy shit, it was huge. Thick and long, with a prominent vein running along the underside. Branson sucked in a breath as Milo returned to fisting his impressive length.

“Hmmm,” I hummed before diving down to the peachy ass waiting for my attention. I lapped, bit and nibbled at the tight ring and the hairless, smooth skin around it before pressing my tongue into the softened opening. Branson let out a needy whine and thrust his ass up to meet my probing tongue. Saliva pooled in my mouth and I lifted up, pulling his cheeks apart and letting it slip out to land on his puckered hole. It dripped down, wetting his taint and settling on his heavy balls.

“Fuck me, daddy, please,” Branson begged, and God, I nearly caved, ready to pound my painfully hard cock into him. But I wasn’t going to hurt him. I would never hurt him. I would never hurtthem.

“Shhh, let me take care of you.” Reaching for the lube, I drizzled a drop on my fingers and then slowly pushed one finger in, then bent back down and pressed my tongue alongside it, exploring his tight heat. Pressing a second finger inside, I found that hidden spot that had him whining and shooting his legs out backwards so he was flat against the mattress. Branson thrust his hips, chasing the friction while I continued to stretch and tease.

“Does that feel good, beautiful? Fucking the mattress. Rubbing your leaking cock on these silky sheets? I bet you're ready to explode. Ready to paint them with your cum.” Milo’svoice was gravelly, barely restrained and I looked up, aware that my chin was wet, dripping with saliva, and watched him squeeze the base of his cock. Well, fuck me sideways, the man had a dirty mouth.

If this feeling was the top of a roller coaster, we were all there together just waiting to plummet and to experience the rush that came with falling.

“So good,urgg, more, please, more,” Branson begged and I pressed in a third finger while watching his back tense and his hips make rapid circles against the sheets.

Milo repositioned himself on his knees, then gently pulled Branson from my grasp, bringing him up so they were facing each other.

“Kiss me,” Milo breathed, and Branson did exactly that, craning his head to deepen the kiss. Milo moved his hands along Branson’s back, skating them down over his flushed skin and pausing briefly before he delved one hand between Branson’s crack. Branson shuddered, pulling away and throwing his head backwards, awash with pleasure.

“Your hole is greedy, sucking my fingers in like it can’t get enough. Fuck, you’re loose. I can’t wait to watch Noel fuck you.” Milo took Branson’s exposed neck as an invitation, pressing his lips to the tender skin and sucking. His cheeks hollowed from the pressure, and I was sure Branson would be sporting a sexy as fuck mark there come morning.

My body hummed, lightning in my veins as I watched the two of them. I was standing on the precipice though, my need for both of them rocking through me at a punishing pace and I took a large steadying breath. Keeping both of them in view, I slowly removed my clothing before pulling the overstuffed armchair to face the bed, then sat down, legs splayed, cock hard and waiting, and tapped my thigh.

“Branson, come here.” My voice was deeper than usual, a testament to how insatiable these two made me feel. He knew exactly what I wanted, hurrying off the bed and falling to his knees between my spread thighs.

“Good boy, now show daddy how you use that sexy mouth of yours.”

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