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“There you go,” Lake praised. “You’ve already started making a mess. There’s precome splattered on your stomach and the tops of my thighs just from riding me. I’ve decided.No sleep for you tonight.” He nipped at the rise of Nix’s cheek, just beneath the mask. “Should we take this to West’s bedroom next? I’ll fuck you at his desk and we can ruin one of those fancy keyboards he’s so fond of. Imagine his face when he comes back and finds the keys all sticky.”

Nix’s hole squeezed around him again.

“Oh? Do you like that idea?” Lake slammed Nix forward when he tried to deny it, flattening his body over Nix’s. The move trapped the smaller man’s hand beneath them as well, still cupping his balls. Lake could feel the tips of his fingers graze his own sack with every inward thrust.

“We can do Yejun’s next,” he continued, using his knees to spread Nix’s legs wider beneath him. “Maybe find a blank canvas and create a masterpiece of our own.”

“I am not,” Nix struggled to speak, losing his voice whenever Lake’s cock plunged deep, “coming on a canvas. That’s twisted.”

“June will like it, I promise.” The sick thing was, Yejun probably would.

West too.

“Ready to come for the first time?” Lake didn’t give Nix time to answer, his cock battering his insides. He bit down on Nix’s shoulder, careful not to break the skin, and then grinned in self-satisfaction when that seemed to do the trick and push the other man overboard.

Nix sobbed as he twitched beneath Lake, his cock emptying out on the bed, release soaking into the sheets. The orgasm took its time rocking through him, his body jerking for a full minute, Lake’s thrusts slowing but never stopping.

“Please.” Nix slumped, his eyes closed, breathing ragged. “Please.”

Deciding to take pity on him, Lake sat up, planning on flipping him over and taking the next round more gently. He didn’t anticipate the Songbird’s quick reaction.

Nix shoved him away and then shot off the bed. He’d only made it three steps before Lake was there though, pushing him onto the ground roughly. As soon as he hit the floor, he rolled onto his back, gasping when Lake dropped over him.

“Was that really necessary?” Lake asked once he’d secured him.

“Get off of me.”

“You said this was my birthday present,” he reminded. “Are you going back on your word, Phoenix?”

Nix stilled, mind clearly racing.

But Lake could tell he had him.

Turning his voice husky the way he knew Nix liked best, he kissed his brow and then ordered, “Submit, Songbird. Let me show you what we’ve been missing.”

After a moment, Nix spread his legs.

Lake’s cock found his entrance with ease, tearing through him all over again.

Though he’d originally planned on taking things to other parts of the house right away, Lake claimed Nix another four times in his bedroom, fucking him until he was raw and too out of it to formulate full sentences.

Then and only then, did he pick Nix up and carry him down the hallway to make good on his word.

He wrung Nix dry over West’s keyboard and made him squirt all over West’s pillow for good measure.

There weren’t any blank canvases in Yejun’s room, but he made do. Nix came over a set of his paints and a pile of dirty clothes the guy had left lying around.

When they were done there, Nix tried to put a stop to things again, but his resistance was only halfhearted, and hegave in rather quickly, not struggling when Lake hauled him to the library.

And the stairwell.

And the downstairs bathroom.

The dining room.

They were in the kitchen when the others finally returned home, which was the only way Lake realized what time of day it was.

He considered putting an end to things then, since they’d been at it for over twelve hours, but the sound of West and Yejun’s footsteps approaching quickly changed his mind. Instead, he plowed into Nix’s abused ass with all the force he would muster, greeting his best friends with the sound of their fourth combusting on his cock.

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