Page 51 of Rough Heat

His smile turned into a grunt as Josh ran his fingers up and down Leo’s cock, watching it twitch under his ministrations. It didn’t last long, though, Damon guiding Josh away.

“Nope. We’re not touching him there today.”

Leo, dumbly, turned red again, acquiescing when Damon prompted him to roll over.

“You look good like this,” Damon complimented.

Leo buried his head in the pillows as Josh said, “Doesn’t he? And he’s all ours.”

Leo closed his eyes and rubbed his cheek against the sheets as someone started playing with his hole. Dry, at first, a thumb or a finger just circling around the furl teasingly.

He made a high, short noise as breath fanned over the exposed skin a second before a tongue lapped at him broadly. “Fuck.”

A large hand was petting him soothingly, running up and down his back. Leo twisted enough to see it must be Josh eating him out, Damon watching the show with hunting eyes.

Josh was fucking good at it. Eager, relentless, like there was nowhere he’d rather be in that moment. Leo was fully hard in no time, hands clutching at the bedspread, breath coming in short and fast.

“Please,” he moaned eventually. Mercifully, a finger joined in, pushing into him, giving him the glimmer of a stretch.

Leo was sweating by the time Josh pulled away. He went limp at the temporary respite, but he didn’t have much time to rest—two lube-coated fingers slipped around his hole, getting him slicked up and pressing in.

Leo knew they were Damon’s just by the feel of them. By the way he skimmed Leo’s prostate and then avoided it in favour of stretching him out.

“Fuck,” Leo choked, already ramped up.

Josh shuffled forward, bending and trapping Leo into a deep, sloppy kiss. Leo lost himself in it, body vibrating as Damon prepped him and Josh stole his breath away.

“Okay. On your back,” Damon said, slipping out. He’d gone up to three fingers, eventually massaging Leo’s prostate in a way that already had him losing his mind.

Leo turned around, neck coated with sweat as he arched it, trying to get his muscles to cooperate. All three of their scents were filling the room in a heady combination.

Josh put a pillow under the small of Leo’s back and brushed his hair off his face tenderly.

“You guys need to get naked too,” Leo protested. “I need a show.” The joke came out a little wobbly, but they didn’t call him out on it.

Josh smirked. “Oh, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

Damon and Josh undressed, taking turns kissing him senseless. When Leo managed to pry his dazed eyes open, Damon was holding the prostate massager aloft. Leo was familiar with its forked shape from the one other time Damon had used it on him—the thick, curved part that would slip inside and a thinner bulb made to slot against his perineum and torture him that way.

“You ready?” Damon checked in.

Leo nodded. “Mmhm.”

“Okay.”

Leo closed his eyes and let sensation take over. The hand on his hip. The one stretching his thighs wide apart. The blunt head of the toy against his slick hole.

Leo made a small noise as it was pushed in. That initial stretch always caught him by surprise, but he breathed through it as the silicone tapered, sliding right in until it was snuggly inside him, perineum covered by the outside vibrator.

“Okay,” Damon repeated, and then the toy buzzed to life.

“Oh!” Leo jerked, teeth clenching. He squinted his eyes open as a hand cupped his face, seeing Josh kneeling beside him, eyes reverent.

“Feel good?” Josh asked quietly.

“Y-yeah.”

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