shifted his hand, giving me a better view. My teeth closed on my lower lip, and I watched him stroke himself back to excitement.
"Now that," I said, my words for Luke, "is beautiful."
"He is, isn't he?" Luke agreed. "Like some work of art. I'm fond of his hands. Don't know why, but I think they're sexy."
"Forearms," I countered, aware that Luke was still looking at me, not Ron. "But the flatness across his waist is almost as good."
"One day," Luke said, his voice dropping to a deep rumble, "I want to watch him with you. To see your arms wrapped around his back, your leg against his ass..." He murmured appreciatively. "But first, you can see him with me."
Ron rolled closer, his slick hand reaching for Luke's ass. "You make me sound like a fetish."
"You are," Luke agreed as he lifted his hips, pressing back until he found Ron's hand. "My fetish, but it sounds like Sia and I have similar tastes." Then his eyes slipped closed as Ron began to tease him.
Against the edge of the bed, Ron's tail twitched, but he leaned in to kiss the line of Luke's spine, right between his wings. "Maybe the two of you are my fetish," he breathed against Luke's skin.
And then his hand slipped lower. Luke sucked in a breath, groaning as he let it out. I couldn't see exactly what Ron was doing, but I could imagine. From the look on Luke's face, it was also very good. I was close enough to touch, but I was supposed to just watch. Yet Luke spread his wing toward me, almost begging for contact, so I gave it.
Trailing my fingers through the enormous feathers made the angel writhe. He lifted up, almost like he meant to move, but Ron had been waiting for that. He rolled over Luke's back, settling his knees between Luke's thighs, and then caught the angel's hip and pulled Luke onto his knees. Ron's other hand reached for the wing near me, his tail flipped around Luke's leg on my side, and then he leaned in.
Luke's mouth fell open with pleasure as Ron filled him, but it was the contraction of the tail muscles that told me there was a lot more going on. Luke's hips twitched as if he wanted to thrust, but he was resisting. I kept toying with that wing, and then, finally, Ron began to move.
Gently, he rocked into his lover's body. I could see the base of Ron's dick as he leaned back, and I watched as Luke's ass was crushed against Ron's body. Over and over, the pair moved together, both of them doing their part. Luke pressed into his lover, taking what he wanted, and Ron followed his lead. It was beautiful. Their bodies fit together so perfectly.
I tried to ignore how turned on I was. Playing with Luke's wing was as close as I was getting - or so I thought. With each thrust, Ron leaned a little closer to his lover's body until he had to let go of Luke's hip and shove that hand against the mattress. It never broke the rhythm. If anything, Ron moved faster, the look on his face proving this felt so good to him. His lips were parted and he panted for breath, but his eyes were almost closed. Dark lashes fluttered against Ron's cheek, and each pump of his body now ground his chest against Luke's back.
"Kiss him," Luke begged.
That was all I needed. Rolling onto my knees, I reached for Ron's neck, angling him toward me. The hand that had played with Luke's wing now used it for balance, grasping the base so I could get close enough. Then our mouths met. I could feel Ron's movements through his lips, ignoring how he bumped against me even as his tongue demanded more.
I gave it. He fucked Luke, and I took control of his mouth. Ron groaned in the back of his throat while I drank it in, wishing I was wearing a lot less, that I dared to do more than just kiss, but I was only supposed to watch. I had already crossed a line with Luke, and I was sure of it, but I also didn't care. He'd said it was ok, and we'd deal with the regret later.
Then Luke swung his arm back to yank my hand from his wing. Ron didn't seem to notice. Not until Luke shoved my arm beneath him, right at his dick. My