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All James could do was hang on.
They were a double shot, sending him flying higher and higher. Silas tugged his shirt up, fingers dancing on his skin, moving toward his nipples. Bran’s hands slid beneath the shirt on his back, fingers dancing along his spine.
His cock was diamond hard, his eyes rolled back as he fought the urge to beg.
“I can smell you,” Bran murmured.
“Yes, so good. I want to eat you all up.” Silas spoke the words against James’s neck, the air against his sensitized skin making him shiver.
“Have you ever wanted to be worshipped by two men at once?” Bran nipped his bottom lip, tugged.
“We can make you feel like the center of the universe.” Silas plucked at his nipples, the touch not quite gentle.
His lips parted, and his toes curled. Oh, he needed. His nipples went hot as hell.
Bran swept his tongue through James’s mouth again, and his hands slid to James’s waist, working on the ties of the sweats he was wearing.
“Do you want to do this here, or on the sofa?” Silas murmured, fingers pinching a little harder. “Or on the bed?”
“Bed would be most comfortable,” Bran replied.
Silas chuckled. “I was asking Jamie.”
“I can’t make any decisions. I feel too good.”
Bran chuckled. “Then we stay right here and keep making you feel good.”
“I’d—let’s go to the bed. If we’re going to be naked together, we should be able to relax.”
“As you wish.” Bran kissed him again as Silas smoothed the shirt back down over his body. Then they stood and each held out a hand to him.
“You promise this is good. You both want this? Me?”
Bran and Silas looked at each other, smiled, then turned back to him.
“Yes, boy,” Bran told him. “We both want you, together.”
“Okay. New experience, right? For me, at least.” James stood and took their hands.
“I’m glad we get to be your first in something.” Silas squeezed his hand as they led him up the big staircase.
“Yeah. You so do.” He followed, feeling more than a little stunned.
“We’re going to make it good,” Bran promised. “The best you’ve ever had.”
He didn’t point out that it was going to be the first, so of course it would be the best.
Once upstairs, they led him to their bedroom, across the hall from where he’d woken up. It was big, the bed huge, the furniture strong and masculine.
He stood there, a little frozen, waiting for someone to say something.
“Breathe, boy.” Bran slid a hand along his chest, resting it over his heart. Then Bran’s lips were on his again, warm and strong.
Breathe. Right. In and out and in and out.
“Mmm. Yeah, just like that.” Silas stepped up behind him, body hot and hard.
He leaned back, relaxing into Silas with a shiver.
