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The quiet between us stretches again. Comfortable. Not quite done.
I glance at the empty side of the bed next to him. Then at Xavier. Then I let my towel fall to the floor.
“Then let’s not end the night alone.”
17
Xavier
Kendrix remains motionless,watching with a gaze as intense as it is uncertain, as if questioning the reality before him. My eyes lock on him too, unable to break away.
Scout's eyes meet mine, then flicker to the inviting space on the bed, and back to me. I let my towel fall, not as a declaration, but because I refuse to be excluded from this moment.
Scout slides into bed beside Kendrix, and I follow, my thigh brushing against his, my hand instinctively finding a spot near his waist. We create a jagged line across the bed, surrounded by a silence that speaks volumes. No words needed.
“You’re not what I expected,” Kendrix murmurs, his voice a whisper of raw honesty.
Scout's lips curve into a smile. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
Kendrix shakes his head slightly. “It’s not.”
I lean in, pressing a tender kiss to Scout’s shoulder. He turns to me, and I seize the moment, kissing him gently at first, then more passionately, a deep, tantalizing stir awakening in mycore. He yields beneath my touch, and as I withdraw, Kendrix moves closer, his fingers tracing Scout’s side, kissing him with an urgency that speaks of longing.
Scout surrenders to the sensation, breath catching, body arching to meet ours. My hand rests on his chest, Kendrix’s on his waist, and we move in a rhythm that feels instinctive, like we’ve shared this connection before.
I linger at the nape of Scout’s neck, kissing slowly, while Kendrix’s lips travel along his collarbone.
“You sure about this?” Kendrix’s voice is a low murmur.
Scout nods, eyes filled with desire. “I want to be right here.”
I want him too, right here in this moment. I cup his face, kissing him deeply, more assuredly. Kendrix’s hand glides lower, fingertips brushing over skin that’s flushed with heat and anticipation.
I pull Scout closer, the tips of my fingers graze his warm skin, sending shivers down my spine. His dark eyes meet mine, filled with a mix of lust and apprehension, but it's the trust there that undoes me. He trusts us, trusts me, and in this moment, nothing else matters. Leaning in, I brush my lips against his earlobe, whispering, "Tell us what you want."
"I—" he pants, his breath coming out ragged as Kendrix's hand palms his hard cock. "I want—" His words catch in his throat as Kendrix strokes him firmly from base to tip.
"Say it," I demand gently, my own voice a rasp I don't recognize. My cock hardens painfully as I picture Kendrix taking him while I claim his mouth. The image alone is enough to send me over the edge if I don't find release soon. "Tell us how much you want this."
"God," Scout groans, arching into Kendrix's touch as he grinds himself against his hand. "I want you both so fucking bad."
Kendrix shifts behind Scout, positioning himself with a sort of quiet hunger, like his body already knows what it wants and is just waiting for the okay to take it. He pauses, then reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the small bottle of lube we tossed there earlier—thank God we had the foresight. His hands move with purpose, slicking himself up with slow, deliberate strokes that make Scout whimper just from the sound.
“Up for me, baby,” Kendrix murmurs.
Scout obeys without hesitation, moving onto all fours, knees sinking into the mattress, back arching instinctively. The shift in position gives me the perfect view, nothing hidden now. Every inch of Scout laid out like an offering.
Kendrix slicks his fingers and gently reaches between Scout’s legs. Scout twitches and gasps, his body opening to the touch like he’s been waiting for it all night. Kendrix plays with his little hole, murmuring something soft that I can’t hear, but whatever it is makes Scout nod, eyes hazy and dark with need.
Then he aligns himself with Scout’s hole, his body brushing up against Scout’s with a kind of reverence, the kind that saysthis isn’t just a hookup.
And just like that, we’re locked in.
“Open your mouth for me,” I say softly, already breathless.
Scout's eyes flutter shut for a moment as he nods—he wants this as much as I do. His lips part willingly, inviting me in. I slide my cock into his mouth, feeling the warmth envelop me instantly. The sensation is overwhelming; it sends a jolt of desire straight to my core.
Kendrix pushes forward, slowly entering Scout’s tightness, and I can’t help but groan at the sight—the two of them lost in each other while I hold on to Scout’s head. Kendrix starts to move, slowly at first, each stroke deliberate, coaxing Scout’s body into taking more.
