Page 10 of Her Males

“Where do you think you’re disappearing to, Charlie?” Gray asks.

Instead of answering, I grab Silas’s hand and bring it to Gray. I want to see them together. Gray shoves his underwear down his thighs and moves closer to Silas, filling the space I once occupied as Silas curls his hand around Gray’s length.

“Oh,” I breathe.

Gray and Silas hold one another, each moving with a fluidity only a demon can possess.

“Have you ever been with a man?” Gray asks, thrusting into Silas’s hand.

Silas visibly gulps before shaking his head. The answer makes Gray smile, and a second later, he pushes Silas’s thighs apart.

Silas groans. “You’re not fucking me.”

Gray ignores him and slides into the open space he just created. Their hips touch, and Gray curls a hand around both his cock and Silas’s and begins to stroke them at the same time. I gasp, and Silas throws his head back with a strangled moan.

If this is how Gray feels when he sees me with Silas, I understand why he pushed so hard for us to be together.

I love this.

“Look away for a moment, Charlie,” Gray says.

What? Gray moves to cover my eyes, and I shove his hand away with a huff.

“What’re you doing?”

“There’s friction, and incubi can produce their own form of lube,” Silas explains. “Gray’s embarrassed about his—always has been—and he doesn’t want you to see it.”

Why would he be embarrassed about that?

“I want to see it,” I say.

Gray gives Silas a pointed glare as he takes hold of himself and squeezes. To my complete surprise, a clear fluid begins to seep out of his tip. It looks eerily similar to cum, and Gray slowly strokes himself until it’s dripping down his fist.

I don’t understand why he’s shy about it, but I don’t question it as Gray curls his hands back around both cocks. Silas moans as Gray works them, his hips rocking upward with each stroke.

The sound of wetness fills the room, and Silas’s moans grow throaty as his orgasm builds. His muscles tense as he cums, and Gray doesn’t seem far behind.

Gray releases Silas and focuses on himself, and Silas and I watch as he throws his head back and finishes on the fate.

“Fuck,” Gray curses.

Silas runs a hand through his hair as Gray cums on him, and I can’t help but let out a tiny giggle as the two collapse into a heap of limbs.

“This was a good icebreaker,” I say.

Gray seems to be taking advantage of post-orgasm Silas as he pins the fate to the bed with his naked body. Silas peers at me over the top of Gray’s head, his lips curled into a smile.

“I suppose it was,” Silas agrees.

He lets Gray lie on him for a while before making his way into the bathroom to clean himself. The light turns on a moment before the door is quietly shut, and I lie back on the bed with a shiver.

I didn’t think I’d like seeing them together as much as I did.

Gray rolls over and reaches for me, seemingly intent on rubbing my cheek, before he remembers his hand is dirty and pulls away.

“I’ll be right back,” he says, climbing off the bed and making his way to the bathroom.

Silas mumbles something as Gray pushes open the door, but I’m too far away to make out the individual words. I assume it’s about Gray’s lack of knocking. The incubus isn’t exactly known for his privacy.

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