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“It does, and it smells so, so good.” Jamie’s expression was blissful.
He held his hands out to Silas, his lover soaping them up. Then the two of them began to wash Jamie, sliding their slick hands over all that lovely skin.
They washed him, cleaned him, and that sweet cock was red and hard, leaking for them.
Jamie’s cock was hard, but they were making the rest of him boneless, only Silas supporting him from behind keeping him upright.
“Please… please, I want you…”
He wrapped his hand around Jamie’s cock and began stroking slowly. “Sweet boy.”
“Uhn…” That was pure need.
He continued to pull on the long cock. “We’re going to let you come now.”
“And then you won’t be allowed to come until we give the order after that.”
Jamie’s lips parted, and his eyes went wide.
Bran kept stroking, Jamie not going down in the slightest. Their words might have shocked their boy, but they also turned him on.
“You like that, don’t you? The idea that you belong with us,” Silas murmured.
Jamie swallowed, but he nodded. Good boy, being honest with them and with himself. It might scare him, he might think it weird, but he liked the thought.
In reward, Bran pumped that sweet cock harder, while Silas cupped Jamie’s balls and rolled them with his fingers.
Jamie grunted, one foot coming up to prop on the shower seat giving them more access. Smart boy with amazing instincts for one so untested in the realm of sex.
Bran watched as Silas latched onto Jamie’s neck, sucking up a mark. Then he bent and brought his and Jamie’s lips together in another deep kiss.
Jamie rocked between them, tongue flicking in his mouth with a sheer desperation.
Silas kissed his way up along Jamie’s neck to suck on his earlobe. “You’re allowed to come, boy,” Silas whispered.
Then Silas winked at him, and Jamie cried out, that hand doing wicked things to their boy’s backside.
He squeezed tight and slid his thumb across the tip of Jamie’s cock, giving it a little pressure.
Heat poured over his fingers, wet and perfect.
“MMmm. Love the way you smell, boy.” He slowed his strokes, easing Jamie down from his orgasm.
Jamie gasped and shivered, just as perfect as could be.
“We’ve got you,” Silas told Jamie, holding him upright.
“I—Nothing like you two.Nothing.” Jamie was panting, lips parted, sweet body kissed.
“No, there isn’t.” He appreciated that their boy saw that, knew it. “Let’s get you de-soaped and head for the bedroom.” The shower was good for rubbing together and hand jobs, but making love needed a bed, especially when there were three of you.
Jamie was boneless, clumsy, trying to help, but just getting in the way.
Bran chuckled as he and Silas manhandled Jamie out of the shower, dried him off and got him into bed. Boneless was totally acceptable in bed.
Jamie reached for them, offering them both drugging, lazy kisses.
“I want you this time,” Bran noted. “I want to fill you and feel what it’s like to have you tight and hot all around me.”
