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Bingo!

Now that he’d found it, he kept hitting that spot. He was going to drive Jamie crazy with pleasure.

“I can’t…”

“Mmm… just feel, baby boy. Just feel and breathe.”

Jamie didn’t need to do anything but fly for them.

Closing his eyes, he sank into the sensations, into the feel of Jamie beneath him and around him, tight and silky. He felt his balls draw up, the need to shoot growing.

“So good. Close, Silas,” he warned.

“Undo him.” He would let Jamie’s orgasm pull his own out of him.

“Oh, yes. Please. Please.” Jamie sounded desperate.

He nodded, and he swore he could hear the sound of the snap undoing as Silas freed Jamie’s prick.

“Come for me now, boy,” he ordered.

“Do as Daddy says, pretty. Like our good boy.”

Jamie cried out, shooting all over Silas, ass squeezing tightly around his cock. He let go, his own cry echoing Jamie’s.

He let himself spin, let his world tumble on itself, and collapsed, trusting Silas to hold them all.

To his surprise, Jamie held him up, braced and rocked under him. Their boy was strong.

Silas groaned and met Jamie’s movements. “Oh, fuck. Yes.”

Jamie chuckled, the sound husky and raw. “Mmhmm.”

Silas grabbed hold of Jamie’s ass and helped out, his prick no doubt rubbing up against Jamie’s silky skin. “So good, baby boy. Feels so damn good.”

Bran’s own prick was trying to stay hard, still buried inside Jamie’s body, the hot hole squeezing him with every roll of his hips.

This was wild, simply the most erotic moment in a wonderful life.

He slid a hand between their bodies, touching Silas’s prick, sliding up to pinch his cockhead.

“Bran!” Mmm… Silas liked that.

“Yeah, baby?” he asked, lazy pleasure dancing in the words. He did it again.

“Don’t stop. Fuck, you two are hot as hell.”

“Us two? I think it’s you two.” He gave Silas a wink. Then he rubbed his thumb into Silas’s slit, knowing how much Silas loved that.

“He’s beautiful,” Jamie whispered, then kissed Silas hard.

“Jamie’s right.” He alternated pinching with rubbing, tugging on Silas’s cock. He could see the flush of need climbing Silas’s body, recognized the signs of the coming orgasm.

Jamie wasn’t passive in this, loving on Silas, touching and kissing. It was lovely to see, to know that their boy was so generous with himself.

“Come for us, Silas. Let us see your pleasure.”

Silas nodded, working for it, his head tossing.