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Taking that as approval, fingers dripping, Ziggy lowered back onto his heels then placed his fingers against the quivering hole. He tapped against the rim, then teased, circling his finger around the pink rosebud until Silas was moaning like a ten-dollar hooker.

“Want my fingers, don’t you? Want to feel them stretch your virgin ass. For me to shove my slick in your tight hole.”

“Argh.” Silas moaned and writhed against the covers, flushed, sweaty and frantic. From the way his cock throbbed in Ziggy’s grip, he could tell he was on the verge of coming.

“Watch me,” Ziggy demanded as he circled around the entrance. As Silas’s eyes met his, he eased the wet tip past the tight ring of muscle, feeling it clasp around his finger, constricting blood flow. “Fuck, so tight, sweetheart. I can just imagine sinking inside you, feeling you squeeze me the way I fuck your cock.”

A rush of purple coursed up Silas’s neck and flooded his face. His lips opened but no sound came out as the cock in Ziggy’s hand gave a violent pulse and shot cum at Ziggy’s chest.

Ziggy eased a little deeper, feeling for Silas’s prostate. When Silas gasped, his eyes widening, Ziggy’s lips curled into a sexy grin and he loosened his fingers around the throbbing cock and milked the orgasm from Silas by stroking his prostate.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, reveling in the way Silas fell apart.

When Silas sank into the mattress, Ziggy removed his hands, positioning himself, legs spread wide to accommodate Silas’s broad shoulders, and stroked his cock using the stickiness of Silas’s cum.

“Open your mouth,” he growled, trembling at how aroused he was. The second Silas’s lips parted, ribbons of cum hit his lips and chin. Ziggy groaned through his own release when Silas held out his tongue to catch the following spurts.

“Fuck! Look at you, gagging for my cum.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Silas

Sniffing at himself as he reached to open the back door, Silas gave Petey an awkward grin, hoping he didn’t smell as bad as he imagined he did. He and Ziggy had spent the entire afternoon and most of the evening in bed. He didn’t want to think about what his brothers might say in the group chat about his disappearing act.

“I found an ole basket in a cupboard, hope this was what you were after.” His nose wrinkled, and he attempted to peer over Silas’s shoulder.

“You did great.” Silas reached for the picnic basket and grinned at the weight and the smells coming from it.

Petey blushed, then nodded and swung around quick-smart to dart into the darkness.

Shutting the door, Silas tried not to think about why Petey was running away from him as he sniffed at his shirt.

“Why are you sniffing your sleeve?” Ziggy asked from his position, leaning against the doorframe, hands shoved into his jeans. They were the only piece of clothing he wore, showing off all the tattoos.

“Petey ran away,” he explained back to feeling heat spread up his neck when Ziggy’s brows rose.

“What from?”

“Us, I think.” He walked to the center island, which held an enormous slab of gleaming redwood. The island was big enough to seat his family. Only his parents, Booker, and Taylin, had ever visited before. He plonked the basket down and lifted off the cloth covering the contents. His mouth watered as he laid out the tubs of fried chicken, slaw, roasted sweetcorn, and potato salad. In another was what looked like chocolate pudding with a side of plump strawberries.

“What about us?” Ziggy asked, sounding intrigued as Silas glanced at him.

“You want me to spell out what we must smell like… after…” He actually squirmed.

“After?” Ziggy strolled towards him, eyeing the tubs, licking at his puffy lips, drawing a groan from Silas when he knew why they were like that. Ziggy’s gaze shifted to Silas and he was back to wearing a knowing grin.

“Stop it. We need to eat.”

“I’ve eaten already, or is—”

“Behave,” Silas grumbled, trying and failing to keep his amusement to himself. “Grab the plates. Second cupboard on your right, next to the sink.”

Laughter was the only response as Silas rolled his eyes and went to get cutlery and two beers.

Minutes later, they sat side by side in companionable silence as they tucked into the food.

“You never answered my question earlier,” Ziggy said, licking his fingers after placing down a chicken bone.

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