eased Saul’s head away. “How about I suck you off instead?”
“Will you still fuck me after?”
“Any day of the week. Lie down there.” He pushed Saul onto the blanket and got between his legs. “You take so much of my come. I’m hungry for some of yours.”
It was true, he realized as he started sucking. He rarely sucked one of his mates to completion, there being so much fucking going on, but that burst of flavor over his tongue was as satisfying as filling an ass with his own orgasm. Maybe more.
“Come is good,” Saul said, his voice husky with pleasure. He threaded a hand through Jasper’s hair, not tugging but letting Jasper know he was there, that they were in this together. “I like come.”
Jasper snorted. That was an understatement. They were all four of them turning into come sluts, as though fucking only whet their appetite for more fucking. Jasper’s wolf knew their horniness was the bond trying to assert itself, but he didn’t know how much more fucking they could do. They had to leave the bedroom sometime.
But he and Saul were here now, in the dark and alone, so he applied himself to the cock in his mouth, giving it that combination of rough and gentle that drove Saul wild and grinding his own cock against the blanket as he worked. Delicious sounds fell from Saul’s mouth like tempting candies, as though Jasper were eating Saul’s words along with his cock, and Jasper’s wolf eyes allowed him to see the hard and handsome body writhing and bucking as orgasm approached.
Usually Jasper stopped at this point so Saul would come while he was fucking him. He liked having Saul’s hard cock in his hand as he pushed into his ass, but come was good, as Saul had just said, and when Jasper jerked Saul off while fucking him, he only got a splash of it on his fingers. Which he usually fed back to Saul. Tonight, he wanted Saul’s come for himself.
He cupped Saul’s balls, tugging and squeezing gently as he paid extra attention to the head of his cock until Saul thrust his hips up with a shuddering quake and came, flooding his mouth with that delicious fluid. He hadn’t always thought come tasted delicious. Necessary, perhaps. A substance he couldn’t avoid sometimes getting in his mouth. But from his mates, it was the sweetest nectar, tasting exactly of them and carrying a trace of bond. Jasper swallowed, taking it all in until he couldn’t squeeze any more out of Saul’s cock and Saul whimpered from over-stimulation.
Jasper sat up and wiped his hand across his face to clear the saliva from it. “Still up for getting fucked, or would you rather go back to sucking me?”
Saul smiled sleepily. “A fuck is all I have energy for.”
Jasper rolled him onto his side and gave it to him nice and lazy, murmuring sweet words into his ear as he worked himself slowly in and out. His knot didn’t rise like it would if he were fucking Jack Henry, which meant he could keep his strokes long and gentle. When he came, it was with the realization that it’d been too long since he’d given Saul one of his loads rather than dumping it into a condom while he knotted Jack Henry. His ejaculation burst out of him as if it had somewhere to go, filling Saul’s channel and turning it as wet and slick as an omega’s. The sensation was so good Jasper kept on fucking, even as his dick slowly softened. Saul purred contentedly, like he would happily get fucked forever.
Jasper should get up, make Saul get up, shepherd them back to their communal bed. Only it was so nice, so cozy, just the right temperature, the two of them naked and uncovered, his hips square against Saul’s ass, his semi-soft cock sloshing through his own spend. It would be even nicer if Jack Henry and Elias were there, but traversing the distance between them seemed like an insurmountable task.
ELIAS
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“They never came home.”
Elias woke to Jack Henry’s concerned words. They’d slept twined together, but Jack Henry pulled away now to grab a pair of his dance shorts. He pulled them on without bothering to put on anything beneath them. His groin smelled delicious—like the two of them. Elias wanted to snuffle into it, but when Jack Henry got out of bed to go to the window, the meaning of his words penetrated.
“They probably slept in Ferris. Maybe