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“Yes. I want to know everything. I swear.” Jamie’s expression was pure ease.
He smiled at Silas, leaned past Jamie to share a kiss, Silas’s tongue tangling with his.
Jamie groaned. “So pretty… god, you both are perfect.”
Bran ended the kiss with a lick to Silas’s lips. “Not perfect, boy, but we try, eh?”
“We do, and we want you to let us love on you.”
He gazed into Jamie’s eyes and read the need there. Then he brought their mouths together, hand sliding along Jamie’s chest.
“How do you want me?” Jamie asked. “What’s best for you?”
“We’re going to do what’s best for you today. What do you think, Silas? He can straddle you and I’ll do him from behind?”
Silas’s eyes glazed over. “Guh…”
Yes, his lover liked that idea. One day, they would take their boy together. One day.
Silas rolled over onto his back and patted his own belly. Damn, Jamie was right—his Silas was very pretty.
“Sexy stud,” he murmured, and Silas smiled for him, cheeks coloring slightly.
“Come lie on me, boy,” Silas said, getting them back on track. “We can rub against each other.”
“Okay. I like rubbing.” Jamie stroked Silas’s nipple.
Silas moaned, body arching, hands reaching for Jamie. Bran helped Jamie move and settle on Silas, his lover grabbing their boy’s hips and arranging him where he wanted him.
“Oh yeah. That’s perfect.”
“Is it?” Jamie kissed Silas, who spread those lean cheeks for him.
“Feel the way our pricks rub together. Isn’t that just right?” Silas wriggled and Jamie moaned.
Smiling, Bran reached for the lube, eyes on that sweet hole.
“Uh-huh.” So sweet, so very hungry.
He rubbed Jamie’s hole. Then slicked his fingers and rubbed it some more.
He wanted their boy open and aching for him.
Teasing a little longer, he watched as Silas and Jamie kissed, soft moans filling the air.
Silas’s fingers clenched and relaxed, over and over again. It was rhythmic and beautiful and slow. Time to ramp things up.
He pushed his index finger against Jamie’s hole and breached it, the hot, tight passage closing over his digit immediately.
Jamie moaned, that ring of muscles squeezing him tight. Oh fuck, that was going to feel amazing around his prick. And while he didn’t want to wait, he definitely was. Their boy needed the proper prep first. He slid his finger in and out, slowly getting Jamie used to the sensation, the slight stretch.
Jamie moaned, hips rolling nice and slow.
“Mmm. You’ve got great instincts, boy.” So sensual and lovely. Bending, he placed a kiss in the small of Jamie’s back and slowly pushed a second finger in along with the first. Just a bit wider, stretching more now.
Jamie was rocking, meeting him and pressing into Silas.
Silas groaned, moving up to meet each of Jamie’s motions. That pushed him back onto his fingers, too. It was a beautiful circle.
