“I’m going to fuck you so good. Going to make you scream,” Hudson grumbled in his dragon’s deep voice.
Connie stiffened on the bed. “Fuck, I love that sound. Going to come.”
“Do it,” Hudson snarled. “Now.”
Kit swallowed desperately as his mouth was flooded, and Connie swore as Kit sucked every drop.
Kit had barely raised his head when Hudson pulled his fingers from Kit’s ass, then jerked him upright.
Kit’s head swam when Hudson scooped him up in a bridal carry. “W-what…?”
“Come, Connie,” Hudson tossed over his shoulder as he strode out of the bedroom with Kit in his arms.
“Already did.” Connie snickered even as he rolled to his feet.
“Get lube too.”
“On it,” he said, following them.
Kit’s head was spinning. What the hell was going on?
Hudson dropped Kit on the ottoman in their living area, and Kit finally figured out the program.
Connie tossed the lube to Hudson, who caught it. As he passed by the table where the wine bottle sat, he picked it up.
Kit’s eyes widened. “Okay, just a minute, now.”
Connie laughed as he joined them, then held out the bottle. “Drink. I know you don’t really enjoy the taste of come, and get your mind out of the gutter.”
Kit blew out a relieved breath. “Well, I never know with you two. That would be something I would definitely have to work up to.”
Connie shivered. “By the Flames, the things you say.”
“Well, guess you weren’t kidding about getting hard again quickly,” Kit pointed out before he chugged the wine. He knew they were capable of it, but it still surprised him each and every time.
Connie rubbed his hand over his face. “Can you blame me? You’re talking about taking that wine bottle and doing things with it that made me think about double penetration.”
Hudson rumbled happily.
“I’m not saying no. I’m saying we’ll talk about that later. But not right now.” Kit lay back on the ottoman. “So? Who’s doing what?”
“That mouth is mine.” Hudson kneeled on the ottoman.
Kit wiggled around until his head was hanging off the side, then licked his lips.
Smoke trailed from Hudson’s nostrils as he tapped his cock against Kit’s lips.
“Then your ass is mine.” Connie stepped between Kit’s legs, squirted lube on his fingers, and covered his cock.
Kit pulled his knees up to his chest, but Connie grabbed them and let them rest on his shoulders.
Opening his mouth, Kit waited for Hudson’s hard, veiny flesh to slide past his lips.
Connie placed the head of his cock at Kit’s entrance, rubbing it across his hole, teasing him and spreading the lube around. Frantic little moans burst forth from Kit as Connie pushed inside.
Kit writhed on the ottoman, urging him on. Connie continued to push, using a little more pressure, until that fathead popped inside. Kit whined around Hudson’s cock. Connie grasped Kit’s cock, stroking him, filling him perfectly.
Kit redoubled his attention on Hudson. Connie eased in, then pulled out, only to press in farther the next time. The head of that thick cock stretched him as it eased deeper inside with each gentle push.