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Oh. He didn’t know how to parse that, but he’d try. Later.
Silas’s fingers tightened on his hips, the gentle thrusting gaining speed, strength, Silas’s breath becoming audible.
He felt every inch of that pretty cock sinking into him, and he couldn’t quite catch his breath.
It happened over and over again, Bran’s lips keeping his occupied, the heat of Bran’s cock like a brand across his belly as all three of them rocked together.
He didn’t think there was any way he could come again, but Silas and Bran were making him try.
Silas shifted slightly, and on the next thrust, the hard cock bumped up against his prostate, shooting more pleasure through his body like a bolt of electricity.
He cried out, almost climbing Bran.
“Right there,” Bran told Silas for the second time.
Silas grunted and thrust again.
“Please!” he screamed. “I need!”
Bran’s hand wrapped around his cock, stroking him nice and hard.
James sobbed as he came for a third time, his balls feeling wrung out.
Silas shouted out and slammed into him one last time, freezing buried deep inside him.
He felt Bran humping against him, cock hard against his belly.
Reaching around him, Silas pinched one of Bran’s nipples and Bran cried out, jerking against James, heat splashing over his belly.
He slumped between them, all of them moaning and swaying together.
Bran kissed his forehead. “Beautiful boy.”
“Yes. Perfect. So lovely.”
The words poured over him.
Silas groaned, pulling out of him, leaving him empty.
He wanted to cry, but he didn’t. He just focused on his breath.
Bran slipped away while Silas tugged him close, spooning around him. A moment later, Bran was back with a cloth, cleaning his belly gently. Then he passed the cloth to Silas who cleaned his hole, the touches so careful, like he was precious.
Climbing back into the bed, Bran cuddled up against his front again. “I hope it was as good for you as it was for us.”
He couldn’t even speak. His balls ached.
Bran kissed a spot beside his eye and Silas pressed a kiss to his shoulder.
“Naptime,” murmured Silas. “We can talk later. We can have ice cream later, too.”
He nodded, and then he was sinking, falling into dreams, somehow safe.
CHAPTER FIVE
Silas woke up with his legs tangled with not only Bran’s, but Jamie’s too. Oh, they had formed a full-on pile of bodies and limbs while they were sleeping. He loved it. Of course, it would make slipping out of bed to go to the bathroom a bit of a problem, but he’d do his best not to wake either of them.
He leaned back slightly and slid his top leg free.
