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“My idea involves more tongue,” Silas admitted.
James started chuckling, Silas tickling the hell out of him.
Silas grinned and kissed him. “Laughing kisses are the best,” Silas noted as he ended the kiss.
James stepped in close, begging another of those heady kisses. Silas’s arms slid around him and their mouths came together again. This time the kiss was long and lingering, Silas tugging him close so their bodies rubbed.
He hummed, his entire body responding.
Silas’s hands slid to his ass, cupping and squeezing, rocking him up against the solid body as the kisses went even deeper.
His cock began to fill, and he whimpered, just loving it. Silas swallowed his sound, and gave him back a moan, the sound vibrating against his lips.
He gasped, and he had to stroke up along Silas’s arms.
“Oh, damn. This is the best sight to come home to.” Bran’s heat warmed his back, and then the big body pressed up against him.
His knees went weak. He loved this, being sandwiched between them.
Silas moaned into his mouth again, tongue tangling with his as Bran dropped sweet kisses along the back of his neck.
He tried to remember that they were supposed to eat, but it was tough. He had the strength of them surrounding him, their heat, and the hardness of their cocks, in front and in back, rubbing and making him need.
“Mmm… we cooked.” There. Go him.
Bran nodded, nose sliding against his skin. “I can smell.”
“We should eat,” Silas added.
The heady kisses continued, none of them making a move to break apart.
“If we eat, then we can have a shower,” Bran suggested.
“And anticipation will not only make the food taste better, but it’ll make what comes after better, too.” Silas nodded and pressed another hard kiss on him. This one was quick, though, then both Bran and Silas stepped away from him, hands sliding on his body as they parted.
His cock was hard and aching in his jeans, pushing against his zipper, and making him desperate.
“Do you need some help?” Silas asked, hand sliding to cup him through his jeans. “A cock ring could make supper easier for you.”
“Wh-what?” His eyes went wide, and his cock jerked, leaving a wet spot on his jeans.
“You’re needing pretty hard,” Silas noted. “And you’re not allowed to come before we’re all in the shower after supper.”
“Uh-huh.” Silas was right. He needed. Bad.
“If we were really evil, we’d make you go upstairs and get the cock ring yourself.” Bran chuckled and licked his earlobe. “But I’m in a generous mood, and I’ll go grab one from my office while you guys get the delicious-smelling food onto the table.”
“Enchiladas and guacamole…” he moaned.
“Yum! I’ll be right back.”
Bran disappeared, and Silas helped him move the food from the oven and fridge onto the table. Somehow Silas managed to touch or brush against him every time they passed each other.
He was rock hard and finally he just pushed in, demanding a kiss. Silas gave it to him, tongue-fucking his lips, hand sliding to his ass to pull him in close.
“Hey, hey now. We’re going to eat, remember?” Bran tugged them apart and showed him the cock ring. “I’m even going to help keep you from coming.”
He whimpered, his prick throbbing, balls tightening up.
