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He wouldn’t say no, not at all. He leaned farther, taking Silas in and in. Silas’s hands opened and closed around his head, soft sounds coming from him. They found a rhythm, steady and strong, absolutely sure.
Silas’s hips moved with him, pushing the delicious cock deeper into his mouth, sliding it along his tongue, then drawing back again.
“Such a good boy. Keep it up. Make him feel good.” Bran’s voice drove him mad.
Silas wasn’t talking at all, he was moaning and whimpering, fingers sliding though his hair and gripping at his scalp.
It made him feel incredibly empowered. He had never—not even with thousands of fans—felt so good.
“You’ve got him, Jamie. Going to make him come.” Bran kept talking, encouraging him, telling him how good he was doing.
He wouldn’t have stopped for anything. He needed to make Silas shoot.
Head dropping back, Silas moaned loudly, his cock getting even harder in James’s mouth.
“Soon,” Bran murmured, hand sliding along James’s back.
He moaned and took Silas in to the root, swallowing convulsively.
“Jamie!” Silas shouted out his name, and spunk shot down his throat, bitter and salty and all Silas.
He swallowed hard, taking Silas in with a low cry.
Silas’s hands carded roughly through his hair, the man moaning softly again before whispering, “Good boy. So good.”
Theirs. Somehow, he was theirs. It was wild, but true.
Silas pulled out of his mouth and bent, kissing him hard, tongue sweeping through his mouth.
He surged up, rubbing his bound cock frenetically against that hot skin.
Bran climbed onto the bed behind him and tugged his hips back so his ass was up against Bran’s crotch. “You’re still not allowed to come until we say.”
“No fair…” He needed to touch.
“Totally fair.” Bran kissed his neck, tongue sliding along his skin. Then let go of his hips. “You can rub and touch and kiss, but you can’t come until Silas or I say you can.”
He whimpered, offering Silas his best sad look.
Silas chuckled and nuzzled their cheeks together. “It’s going to feel so good when we finally let you come, I swear.”
“And you will feel the satisfaction of obeying your daddies,” Bran whispered, rubbing, hard and hot against his ass, leaving wet kisses behind on his skin.
Silas cupped his cheeks, looked into his eyes. “You want to taste Bran, too? I’m guessing it won’t take long. And then we’ll let you come.”
“Mmhmm… Promise?”
“We promise,” they answered together.
Then the heat behind him disappeared as Bran lay back on the bed, cock standing at attention.
His jaw was going to be sore tomorrow, that was for sure, but he bent down to suck Bran’s fat cock in. Bran’s hips jerked, going deep for a second, but Bran pulled away, settling back on the mattress again.
“Amazing mouth, boy.” The words were strained, and Bran grabbed at his shoulders, hands opening and closing.
He hoped so. It would be awful if he sucked at… sucking.
Bran started moving his hips again, gentler movements this time, pushing into his mouth and along his tongue over and over.
