Page 70 of Various Intentions
“Because the sushi was so good?” Vincent teased.
“Sure, we’ll say that.” I rolled my eyes.
Taylor returned and handed my phone back. “She wants to come over tomorrow afternoon to explain my flower-boy duties. I told her I will not crawl down the aisle but, other than that, I’d be willing to negotiate.”
Riley laughed. “This should be interesting.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Daphne is always interesting.”
I pocketed my phone and gathered Vincent’s and Matteo’s hands in mine. “Let’s go home.”
* * * *
Back home, Matteo and I peeled off Vincent’s clothes and sent him to the shower. When he returned to the bedroom, we confiscated his towel and worshipped him as he lay on our bed. He seemed astonished to be the center of so much attention.
“A little aroused after all the delicious visuals?” he said, arching his neck and stretching out to give us access where we needed it.
“You could say that,” I remarked, trailing kisses up the inside of one thigh as Vincent gasped. I glanced at Matteo. “Do you want to fuck him before I take off the cage?”
Vincent whimpered but Matteo gave me a breathy confirmation. “Yes. I want to empty my balls into this beautiful boy.”
I grinned, circling Vincent’s slim ankles with my hands and tugging him flat, then crossing one over the other and flipping him onto his belly in one practiced move. He grunted and bounced on the mattress, then let out a harsh curse as Matteo grabbed his knees and forced them apart.
“Could you get me the spreader bar?” Matteo said.
Vincent made a startled sound and whipped his head around. When he saw Matteo’s determined expression, he turned his face into the mattress and shuddered.
I located the spreader bar and passed it to Matteo, then settled back against the dresser to observe, saving my energy for later. Watching Matteo fuck Vincent, when Vincent was obviously desperate for it and prevented from a satisfying culmination by the device on his junk, was one of my purest pleasures. I also knew it satisfied Vincent to be used as a fuck toy for Matteo’s enjoyment and filled with Matteo’s spunk.
Matteo deftly fastened the cuffs of the spreader bar to Vincent’s ankles, then hauled him up so he was on his knees. He stuffed a pillow under Vincent’s chest for support.
“Fuck,” Vincent muttered, realizing he was entirely at Matteo’s mercy, and Matteo meant business. Normally sedate and sensible, when Matteo had been teased and tortured all evening with the sight of two gorgeous young men in minimal clothing and an environment of hedonistic, artistic appreciation, he became hyper-focused and relentless.
Still, Matteo hesitated as he examined Vincent’s vulnerable rear as it presented itself for just about anything. He glanced my way.
“Did you want to spank him or anything?”
“Oh no, Matteo, be my guest. Do with him what you like.” I was more than happy to watch.
Vincent turned his dark and desire-filled eyes my way as his mouth parted wantonly. I understood Matteo’s driving need as a spike of pleasure shot through me.
I walked over to Vincent and stroked my fingers along his flushed cheek.
“Tell you what, my darling. You let Matteo have his way with you, and I’ll take the cage off afterward so you can fuck me,” I said, picking at a hangnail and pretending to be bored. “And if I’m pleased with you, I may even let you come.”
“I think Matteo’s going to have his way with me right now, regardless,” Vincent panted.
Matteo slapped Vincent lightly on the butt cheek. “You can always safeword, you nincompoop.”
“I know. But that seems like bad sportsmanship in this situation.”
Vincent was clearly as turned on as we were after everything he’d been through tonight. I was eager to see my two favorite men getting it on, especially with Vincent immobilized as he waited for his imminent dicking.
Vincent squealed as Matteo dripped a steady stream of cold lube onto the small of his back that dribbled down between Vincent’s cheeks and over the spots that needed to be slippery.
“Easy, boy,” Matteo murmured as he spread the lube around and fingered Vincent in an efficient and emotionless way. “Just getting you ready.”
Vincent groaned as Matteo’s fingers invaded him, slipping inside his hole with intent and purpose. I moved back to my spot at the dresser for a better view.
