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Finn nuzzled his face on Ryder’s neck, wrapping an arm around his waist as I dragged my fingers through his wet hair. “What I think you need is some sleep. After some rest, I’ll help set you up with our grief counselor.”

“No. Please… One of you… Just be inside me. It helps so much.”

Finn lifted his head to look at me. We silently agreed to give Ryder what he wanted and needed.

“Who would you like inside you, Sweet Boy?”

“Finn this time.”

I reached for the lube from my nightstand and handed it to Finn, who poured some into his hands. As Ryder lay on his side, I lifted one of his legs to give better access to his ass as Finn worked him open.

While Ryder wanted this, I worried he wouldn’t even get it up. I remember having no libido while grieving, but everyone was different.

As his ass was worked open with Finn’s expert fingers, I stroked Ryder. Sure enough, he closed his eyes, fingers digging into my side, as he got lost in the double sensations. Slowly, his cock started to get hard.

No words were exchanged. No dirty talk was said. We simply wanted to let Ryder feel something other than pain.

Finn eased his cock in, pulling a grunt from the other man, who had his eyes slammed shut as he adjusted to the burn. He soon unclenched and Finn started pumping into him.

I slid down the bed until I was face-to-face with Ryder’s cock and swallowed him down to the root, his pubic hairs tickling my nose.

His hand went into my hair, but it was cropped too much for him to grab at, so his fingers dug into my skull as he thrust into my mouth. I pressed a hand on his groin to keep him from pumping too deeply, with Finn also pushing him forward.

The whimpers and groans I’d become accustomed to slipped from Ryder’s lips, always responsive.

He remained hard, with the bittersweet flavor of his pre-cum on my tongue. He must have known what he needed better than we did. I grew hard, too, but this wasn’t about me.

I took a deep breath of him through my nose, inhaling the lavender mixed with his scent, which was all his, no matter what cologne or body wash he used.

Finn picked up speed, rocking Ryder’s body and shoving him deeper down my throat. I sucked, licked, and hit those sweet spots that had him groaning louder.

Ryder suddenly came out of nowhere, and I captured his load on my tongue before popping off him and swallowing it all down, loving the sweet aftertaste.

Finn was close behind as he thrust and sputtered before he settled down limply.

By the time I sat up on the bed, Finn had pulled out, and Ryder had already passed out asleep.

“Was this a bad idea?” my precious asked me in a whisper.

“Maybe. But he needed us, and we helped him with that. It was only a temporary escape. He’ll be hurting again when he wakes us. I’ll find him some help.”

Finn padded to the bathroom, grabbed a washcloth, and cleaned the other young man of cum from his ass, careful not to wake him. Then he pulled the covers over him and kissed him on the head.

Finn picked up his underwear from off the floor and tossed them on along with his T-shirt. I also got dressed. Because we’d been taking care of Ryder, we hadn’t had dinner yet. “I’ll make us some food,” I said.

“Okay, let me take a quick shower, and I’ll be down.”

As he headed back to his room, I sat on the edge of the bed and pressed a hand to Ryder’s scruffy face, which was usually smooth and clean-shaven. He didn’t even flinch at my touch. He was completely out. There is no exhaustion quite like grieving exhaustion.

My heart ached for him, looking so lost when he arrived here earlier. I wanted to gather him in my arms and never let him go, just like I had with my precious boy. I wish I could protect them with everything I had, but I couldn’t be a shield against emotional pain. The only thing I could do was to be there for them, to listen, and hold them with promises of love.

I knew Finn cared about the young man, too, but how much? If I told him I was falling for Ryder, would Finn be upset? Did he feel the same? Would this break us? We talked about this a little before, but love hadn’t been in the equation then. As much as I cared about Ryder, he hadn’t been with us that long. Finn would always take priority. But Ryder also needed us. I could see it so clearly now and why he eased into the sex so effortlessly.

That also could be a problem.

Once in the kitchen, I pulled out a couple of cans of tuna, opened them, and dumped the fish into a large bowl. Then, I added salt, lemon, and mayonnaise, mixing it thoroughly. As the fish soaked, I finely chopped some celery and red onion, dumped it into the bowl, and mixed that in as well.

As it rested, I dumped some pre-cut lettuce into two bowls, diced some tomatoes, and added the tuna mixture on top. I then sprinkled some pepitas, diced apples, and red wine vinegar on top.

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