Jak’s mouth found Hen’s balls, kissing at them gently and causing his skin to tighten up. At almost the same time, Kass pressed his palm into Hen’s hip, so his thumb and forefinger surrounded the base of his prick. He held him there, at the perfect angle, as his hot tongue began exploring Hen’s dickhead. When a shudder of pleasure gripped Hen, causing a little bead of cum to form in the hole, Kass lapped it up with a deep, rough-edged moan. The vibration traveled from his throat into his lips and then to Hendrik, who had to bite down on his own lip. If he didn’t distract himself, he’d lose himself to Kass’s mouth too fast.
And Jak’s, as it happened, since he was now sucking and tonguing Hen’s balls. Gently, which was always his way (at first), Jak slipped his fingertips farther back into Hen’s crack. They were already slick with spit and began a smooth, barely-there tracing of his asshole.
Hen strangled an urge to push into him, to beg for something to fill him up. “Mmm, fuckkkkkk,” he mumbled, too out of his senses to stop himself sounding ridiculous. He tangled one hand gently in Kass’s tumbling hair, then the other in Jak’s.
Jak sucked one of Hen’s balls into his mouth, sending a violent shudder up Hen’s spine. Kass caught his gaze through his absurdly long eyelashes right at the end of it. And then Kass smiled and said, lips brushing the dripping head of Hen’s cock, breath hot on it, “First time, in my mouth. Second time, in my ass. Nowhere else.”
A whimper that would at any other time have embarrassed Hendrik almost to death escaped him, full-throated and sincere. Jak’s finger—or more than one, who knew—pressed into his asshole, opening Hen up even as Kass went down on him until his lips touched Hen’s belly. Fuck, that was impressive when he did that, every time. Mindless, utterly taken by sensation, Hen bucked into him, and Kass seemed to close around him rather than trying to cough him out.
The joint working of Kass’s mouth with Jak’s, not to mention Jak’s fingers, was too much almost from the start. In general, he amused them both by trying to make sure that Kass got off before he did; it wasn’t that hard, since he was almost never starving for dick, seeing as he and Kass rarely fell asleep without at least a quick handy between them. Nevertheless, Hen prided himself on his ability to give Kass at least one good orgasm before his own on most days.
Today was not going to be a day for pride, that much was clear, because barely ten seconds into the proper blowjob section of the program, Hendrik couldn’t resist the pull of deep release, even though part of him wanted to. He wasn’t supposed to, of course. Logically, he knew Kass wanted him to come quick but hard in preparation for some kind of longer and even more exquisite activity to come. Logic didn’t count for a damn, when Kass had his dick in his mouth, especially when he was looking up through those eyelashes and begging for a result.
“You were serious about wanting me to get off quick, huh?” Hen gritted his teeth, trying for just one more moment to prolong the dangerously heightened sensation, the effects of the triumphant smile in Kass’s eyes as much as the two-mouthed blowjob. Though Hen tried to hold the feeling in place, it tipped over the edge eventually, sending him into shudders of release. Without tightening his hand in Kass’s hair even a little, Hendrik thrust his hips forward and buried his prick in the back of Kass’s throat as he came in short, breathless waves.
When they passed, Hen tightened his asshole to push the barely-there sensation of Jak out of him. Jak pulled his hand forward to catch Hen’s balls as they slid out of his mouth, holding them gingerly, for which Hen was always grateful. If someone so much as breathed wrong on them, Hen’s legs could give out entirely.
Slowly, wetly, Kass made sure his lips hugged every inch of Hen’s cock as he slid him out. At the head, Kass’s tongue made a slow, lazy circle before dipping into the slit again, searching. Hen gasped, his swollen, hypersensitive prick jumping. Kass laughed happily and rubbed his lips against it, saying, “Mmm, that was good, soldier boy.”
Jak, ever ready to keep the games moving, stood and took Hen by the arm, pulling him backwards toward the large, garishly bright-colored bed. “Now you just recover while we keep each other busy.”
Hendrik wouldn’t have protested even if he could’ve, frankly. He bounced down onto the bed, his prick sticky and half-swollen against his thigh, and scooted back toward a mound of pillows propped against the headboard.
Kass and Jak exchanged a gleeful look, then crawled onto the foot of the bed almost in unison. Kass’s dark skin glistened like jewels in the flicker of the candlelight, glittering as muscles flexed and contracted. Jak’s was a shade paler, its health and glow no doubt protected from the sun and pampered with creams and oils every day to keep it in this state of absolute perfection. At first, Hen was still so dizzy from his too-quick orgasm to think of anything but how lovely it was to see the two boys tangled up together, skin-on-skin, lips-on-lips, their hard pricks caught between their bellies and rubbing against each other as they made out, deep and slow. Jak’s was a little longer but Kass’s was more perfectly proportioned, just like the rest of him. Kass reached down between them, taking both in one hand and stroking them.
Hendrik’s prick, which had still only partly deflated, experienced a sympathetic rush of blood at the sight. He huffed out a sigh, trying to catch his breath and failing as Jak let his head fall back, his hair trailing down to his shoulder-blades, and gave a sweet, low moan of pleasure.
Kass’s dark eyes flashed, and he turned his gaze to Hen. When he was sure he had Hen’s full attention, he winked, then leaned down to kiss the long curve of Jak’s neck. He stroked slowly, squeezing their pricks together with just enough pressure to make the sensation devastating. Hendrik was familiar with that particular grip. Intimately. Seeing someone else caught in it should’ve been maddening, and maybe it would be, if it wasn’t Jak. It had been a long time since they’d tested that theory.
Because why would they? Whether he was performing or truly giving himself up to the moment, Jak looked like this was his idea of heaven. His back arched, head still hanging backwards, and his chest heaved. Someone’s prick was leaking a little, so their dickheads emerged wet, and Kass changed his grip to rub it between them like lubricant.
They kissed like that for a while, both of them making eye contact with Hen as often as possible. He didn’t need it—Hen was fully obsessed—but he appreciated that they enjoyed entertaining him as much as they enjoyed each other. Then Jak whispered in Kass’s ear and Kass let their pricks go. Kass grinned and pushed Jak down to the bed suddenly. Jak flipped over onto his hands and knees, then stretched his arms out long like a dog first thing in the morning. His chest dipped low, his dark, heavy cockhead resting on the duvet. The roundness of his ass lifted higher when he arched his back hard.
Kass’s open palm came down on one ass cheek with a ringing slap. Jak’s taut ass visibly vibrated with it, and Jak gave a moan that turned into a laugh, then bit down on his bottom lip, turning his head to face Hen. “Fuck,” he all-but-growled. “Nice one.”
When Kass pulled his hand away, its imprint was pink-tinted against Jak’s coppery flesh. Kass gave that cheek a gentle rub, admiring his mark. Then he began kneading both cheeks, pushing them apart. “I’ll get him ready for you,” Kass said, voice gravelly and low. His gaze dropped to Hendrik’s swollen prick, now returned to its upright and prepared position. “He’s gonna ride you. Then I’m gonna ride you. And when we’re done with you, then you can come.”
Hen’s prick experienced another visible surge, but he resisted the temptation to take it in hand. He just nodded and chewed at his lower lip. He wanted to say something witty, something funny and clever and grateful and happy and everything that he was right then. But he couldn’t, so he just swallowed hard.
Kass chuckled. “It’s so hot when you get choked up like that,” he murmured, still squeezing and pawing at Jak’s ass. “Speechless soldier boy. No one would believe it.”
Hendrik laughed silently, head in a whirl, heart thudding against his ribs, prick aching deliciously for someone to give it attention.
Kass leaned over and spit into Jak’s crack, then rubbed it downward with two fingers, until Jak arched and pressed backward into him. Hen knew Jak didn’t need “getting ready”; Hen had never known anyone, even here at the Lantern, so willing to jump on a dick at the drop of a hat. This was a show, and everyone was fully committed to enjoying it to the fullest. After another grin in Hen’s direction, Kass buried his face in Jak’s pert, and now slightly reddened, backside.
Jak’s eyes rolled back into his head. “Ffffffuck,” he repeated, hands clenching and unclenching in the duvet. A thin, transparent string of precum trailed from his dickhead to the bed when he arched up into Kass’s mouth. More lovely sounds were forthcoming, including a moan that sounded like, “Fuckingkasssssssssss!” and a distinctive hiss that was suddenly buried in the duvet and punctuated with a muffled, “PleaseINeedIt!”
Kass pulled back, dragging a forearm across his mouth and grinning like a madman. He slapped the other ass cheek, eliciting a catlike hiss from Jak, who was panting by then. “Please, you need what?” he asked lightly, leaning back to sit on his heels. His thighs flexed, his prick standing straight and hard.
“Hen’s dick,” Jak replied, eying the object of his interest.
“Oh, this dick?” Kass pointed, affecting surprise.
Hen couldn’t help himself laughing. “Stone and fire, you two.”
“You mean, this gorgeous, thick piece of soldier boy right here?” Kass crawled over to settle next to his lap. “Believe me, I understand. Better hop on it, then.”
Jak arched deeper into his stretch before lifting up on all fours and crawling over Hen’s lap.
Hen shook his head, amused at their little play even as he was so very, very into it. He reached out to smooth Jak’s hair back from his face, and Jak hovered over him for a long moment before leaning in to kiss him. It was soft at first, Jak’s tongue darting over his and curling up to tickle behind his front teeth. Then Jak’s prick brushed against Hen’s, and Hen grabbed for his hips to pull him closer.
“Ooooh,” Jak muttered into his mouth. “You want it too, Hen?”
“Yeah,” was all Hen could manage at the moment.
“Jak, take all the time you need. Enjoy the ride,” Kass murmured, leaning in to kiss Jak’s shoulder sweetly. “Lemme know if you want me to suck your cock, too.”
Jak bit at his bottom lip and sat up to straddle Hen’s hips.
Hen pushed himself up against the pillows so he could have a better view without getting too close. He was clearly not meant to be the active one here; he’d never been so happy to let go of himself. “Can I…?” he tried to formulate his question.
“You’re so good at taking orders.” Kass leaned forward to ruffle his hair. “You can touch. You can appreciate. You can tell him how pretty he is and how much you like fucking him and whatever you want.” He pressed his lips to Hen’s ear, voice dropping into dead seriousness of a sudden. “But you don’t come until I get my turn. Yes?”
Hen shuddered with the thrill that sent through his entire body. “Yes.”
“You two should be professionals,” Jak commented, looking between them with a lazy smile on his face. “People would pay so much for this.”
Kass smirked and kissed his shoulder again.
