Page 39 of Various Intentions
“Touché,” I said, moving close and wrapping my arms around his waist, peering at the ruffled panties and making a clicking noise with my tongue. “Those panties are ridiculously cute. I love them.”
“So do I,” Matteo said. “Very, very much.”
“Vincent, lie down on your back. I want Matteo to show us just how much he likes those pretty panties.”
“Yes, of course, Sir,” Vincent said, arranging himself the way I’d told him to. He spread himself wide, long arms and legs reaching for the corners of the bed, his hooded gaze on Matteo.
Matteo regarded Vincent like a connoisseur of all things delicate and masculine. He slowly removed his clothes, shooting the occasional glance my way as I leaned against the dresser and watched, my arms folded. The best part of having two partners was the ability to indulge one’s voyeuristic urges. My men loved to perform for me, and I so loved to watch them with each other, especially when my position as Dom allowed me to orchestrate and maneuver them according to my wishes.
“Get to it, Matteo. I want you to kiss that cheeky boy over those ridiculous panties until he’s begging you to rip them off him.”
Matteo nodded. We exchanged a significant gaze. I think we were both glad to get back to something familiar and enjoyable that reestablished our connection.
He turned to Vincent and crawled with care overtop of the spread-eagled boy on the blue sheets. Vincent lifted his chin as if in challenge as he regarded Matteo’s predatory stance, widening his legs and fisting his hands. He knew he was about to be tortured past the point of decency.
Matteo placed his hands on either side of Vincent’s narrow hips, bracing himself above the delectable tableau. Their gazes met, and Vincent let a wash of air out between his lips.
Matteo’s gaze shifted to Vincent’s cock, which was thickening under the purple lace. He bent to place a chaste kiss against it, then began dotting similar kisses all along its increasing length and below, to Vincent’s testicles.
“Oh,” Vincent murmured, his gaze fixed on the top of Matteo’s head, as Matteo took his time, worshipping Vincent as I’d commanded.
Soft sounds of pleasure from both men suffused the room as Matteo took his sweet time, laving Vincent over the lace, teasing him with persistence and delicacy until the panties were soaked with his saliva and Vincent’s pre-ejaculate. By that time, Vincent was struggling to stay still as Matteo continued his attentive seduction. Vincent clenched and unclenched his hands as they lay beside where Matteo was kissing and licking him. It was all he could do to leave Matteo alone.
“Vincent, go ahead and touch Matteo. But don’t change your position,” I said in a hushed voice to keep them in their intimate moment.
Immediately, Vincent’s hands unclenched, and he threaded his fingers into Matteo’s thick hair as Vincent pulled Matteo’s face down onto him. He rutted against the teasing pressure of Matteo’s soft kisses until I had to warn him.
“Uh-uh. Stop that,” I said. “Lie still.”
Vincent gave an irritated grunt but stopped lifting himself up to meet Matteo’s mouth. He continued to twine his fingers in Matteo’s hair as he stuttered pleas for mercy.
I let him suffer for a little while. Then I told Matteo to take Vincent’s panties down and suck him properly.
“Yes, Sir,” Matteo replied, getting right to it.
Matteo’s hard cock bobbed as he moved to obey my instructions. He slid his fingers under the waistband and pulled the purple lace down over Vincent’s straining cock.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” Vincent panted, gazing down at Matteo with dark eyes. “Matteo.”
“Vincent, my love,” Matteo said before wrapping his lips around the head of Vincent’s dick.
“Ah! Oh!” Vincent gasped, rocking his hips as Matteo took him inside. “Fuuuuck. Shiiit.”
I smiled. My sweet boy didn’t use such language very often, but he was clearly quite overcome.
My gaze met his and a surge of arousal tore through me. We were connected, Vincent and I, perhaps more viscerally than Matteo and him or Matteo and me. It didn’t mean we loved Matteo any less, only that Vincent and I had always had an immediate and powerful symbiotic connection that made itself known in erotic encounters. We were almost two sides of the same person. And Matteo was the partner we both needed.
Matteo held Vincent’s hips down with his strong hands and used his throat and mouth to bring him close to orgasm. The sounds Vincent was making indicated he was about to go off.
“Stop, Matteo. Pull up,” I said, watching avidly as Matteo slid his mouth off Vincent’s dick and the shiny appendage swayed and twitched in the cold air.
“Sir! Nic!” Vincent groaned, trying to thrust but unable to since Matteo kept a firm hold. He made a frustrated sound and slammed his fist against the mattress.
“What’s the matter, Vincent? Did you think Matteo was going to make you come?”
“Yes. Yes!”
“Oh. What a shame then. Maybe soon.”
