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He closed his eyes and sank into it, humming in the back of his throat.
“Jamie!” Bran cried out and slammed into the back of his mouth, come pouring down his throat.
That surprised him, and his eyes flew open in shock as he swallowed.
Bran’s fingers slid through his hair, rubbing his scalp.
“Such a good boy. Making us both feel so good.”
The praise felt so good. The hand on his cock felt even better.
He wasn’t going to cry, but he wanted to.
Bran’s hand joined Silas’s, the two of them touching and stroking, rolling his balls in their sac. His hips humped blindly, his legs moving restlessly.
Bran popped the snap on the leather around the base of his cock, the sudden rush of blood undeniable. “You can came now, boy.”
“Please!” He began to panic, his heart fluttering.
Bran wrapped his hand around James’s cock and tugged hard and fast, squeezing him.
“Help me…” His balls drew up and he gasped, his eyes rolling back in his head.
Silas’s voice sounded at his ear, low and sexy. “Come for us now, boy. Right now.”
On the wordnow, Bran pushed a finger into his ass.
He shot so hard, his eyes rolled back in his head.
Bran kept tugging on his cock, pulling out aftershocks that made him shake and shiver, and both Bran and Silas kissed his cheeks, his shoulders, his chin.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, and he slumped onto the sheets, just melting. Bran and Silas sandwiched him, bodies warm and just right around him.
“You see, boy?” Bran said. “Mind-blowing.”
“Waiting is always worth it,” Silas added.
He just curled into himself, utterly overwhelmed.
“Shh. You’re okay.” Silas stroked him gently.
“You’re safe—your daddies have you.”
“I—I feel so…” Overwhelmed.
“You don’t need to feel any particular way. Just lie there and enjoy our togetherness. You don’t need to worry about anything else.” Bran patted his belly.
He wished that was true, but it wasn’t. He worried. But at least the guys liked him.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Silas put on a nice shirt and a nice pair of khakis, then headed for the living room to find Bran and Jamie.
“Hey, guys. Who wants to go to the steakhouse for supper?” He had a yen for delicious, decadent food. And for feeding it to his two favorite men.
Jamie tilted his head, expression a little ashamed. “Um… I’m okay.”
Frowning, Silas went and sat next to him. “What’s up, boy?”
