Page 53 of Martyr

“Nix—”

“I appreciate it, really, but I also need to take my pants off now, and I’d rather you not be here to see that.”

“Yeah, I’m calling it.” West shoved Juri toward the door. “Let’s go. You heard him.”

“Remove your hand,” Nix said the second he heard the sound of the front door slamming. As soon as Lake listened, he scrambled off the table and stripped out the rest of his clothing. Then he crawled onto the table again and laid down on his back, staring at Lake all the while. He draped his legs over the either side and planted his feet on the ground. “Keep fucking me.”

Lake grunted but couldn’t hold back the smirk as he shifted forward and brought his hand back between Nix’s thighs. “Someone’s getting bossy.”

“Can’t help it.”

“What are you thinking about?” He pressed three fingers against his hole and slowly eased them inside until Nix was squirming for him.

“You,” he breathed.

“You’re always so easy when I have you like this. So,” Lake pumped into him harder, and watched as Nix’s dick swayed from the impact, “responsive.”

Nix let go of the table edge with one hand and reached for himself.

“What are you doing?”

“You like to watch,” Nix reminded, stroking himself in time with Lake’s thrusts. Precome gushed from his rosy cockhead and he moaned, rocking his hips back onto Lake’s fingers as much as he was able.

“Do it how I like then,” Lake demanded.

Nix rolled his thumb over his crown, smearing traces of himself across his skin before he slicked his palm back down and cupped his balls.

“Good Light.” Yejun’s breathy groan came a second later, and Nix didn’t have to look to know the other Demon had pulled himself free from his pants and was whacking off to them now.

“Are you thinking of me, Songbird?” Lake asked.

“Yes,” he said.

“Thinking about what my cock would feel like splitting you open down here?” He wiggled all three fingers and Nix cried out.

“Yes!”

Lake laughed. “It’s too bad we made a deal, isn’t it?”

Nix frowned.

“Those were part of your terms, remember? And I agreed to them.”

Terms…shit.

“Wait.” Nix let go of his dick and tried to sit up, but a single shake of Lake’s head had him lying back down.

“Your hand isn’t where it’s supposed to be, Songbird.”

Nix cupped his balls with his right one, the fingers on his left wrapping around his dick again.

“That’s better.”

“I’m going to come before he does,” West stated, the sound of skin slapping against skin from where he was jacking off with the couch blocking the view caught Nix’s attention and his head turned that way.

“Songbird,” Lake’s low warning instantly brought his gaze back. “We were talking about my cock, remember? And how badly you want it.”

He licked his lips and nodded. “I do.”

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