Sebastion’s eyes fluttered closed, and he lost himself to the pleasure of it for a lingering moment, then Luca’s hand was gone, and the rest of his clothes followed. He stepped around his husband and pressed one knee to the bed, profoundly aware of Luca’s gaze on him, but for the moment, he only had eyes for Xan.
“Are you going to kiss me again?” Xan asked.
“Yes.” Sebastion reached up and traced a finger over Xan’s full lips. “I’m going to kiss you until my husband gets himself ready to take over, and then I’m going to watch him take you apart, inch by inch.”
Xan’s eyelids fluttered closed. “What about you?”
“I’ll be here,” Sebastion promised. He leaned in then to make good on his word, dipping his tongue past Xan’s lips. He tasted like alcohol and something distinctly him. Sebastion drank it all in, his fingers painting lines on Xan’s bare skin as he listened to his husband undress behind him. His cock was hard, leaking at the tip, desperate for friction, but that would come later.
He needed to watch first. He hadn’t been lying when he told Luca that he loved watching him with other men. He did. He loved the power Luca had over them, the way he could reduce them to trembling, begging messes. And he wanted to see that with Xan so much he could taste it—his desperation for it racing up his spine. He kissed him harder, deeper. His fingers dug into his hips, and he felt the hard press of Xan’s cock against his stomach.
“Sebastion,” Xan breathed against his mouth.
Sebastion squeezed his eyes shut, allowing himself a second to bask in this thing he had been so sure he could never have. His breath shook as he leaned back, dragging teeth along the edge of Xan’s jaw. “Touch me,” he said.
Xan wasted no time shoving his hand between them, curling his fingers into a fist. Sebastion thrust against him, his knees aching from holding himself up, but he’d endure it forever if it meant Xan never stopped touching him.
His breath left him in a rush when warm hands gripped him by the ribs, and Sebastion’s cock throbbed. Luca’s touch was nothing short of perfect, just like the lips that grazed up his spine, the teeth sinking into the back of his neck, and the warm tongue soothing the sting. Luca’s body fit behind his, his dick pushing between his thighs and grazing his balls.
“I could watch this all day,” he murmured against the back of Sebastion’s ear.
Sebastion bowed his head, staring at one of Xan’s small, pert nipples, and his mouth watered. “He’s been waiting for your kiss, Luca. And you’ve been waiting for his.” He tried to pull off, but Luca held him there almost like he was afraid. “Let me go, my love. I need to see this.”
Luca’s fingers spasmed, but only for a second. He relented, and Sebastion carefully eased himself off to the side. He was achingly hard and couldn’t wait to be touched again, but for now, he really did need to see Luca take the younger man in his possessive grasp. His hands were huge and tanned against Xan’s pale skin. They stretched across the expanse of his ribs before one let go, and he curled a knuckle under Xan’s chin.
“I’ve fucking missed you,” Luca murmured.
Xan reached up and traced his lips with the tip of his finger. “Did you know your smile is crooked?”
Luca’s laugh was breathy and soft. “Yes. I fell off a slide when I was a kid and fractured my jaw. I was too embarrassed to tell anyone, so it healed wrong.”
Xan cocked his head to the side and stared at him, like he was drinking him in, and Sebastion knew what he was seeing—he knew what all that love looked like. It was addicting and terrifying all at once. “It’s beautiful.”
Luca’s eyes closed gently, then opened. He licked his lips, and Sebastion knew what was coming. Their lips met in the middle, and Luca pressed a thumb to the younger man’s chin, urging his mouth to open wider—wider. He dipped his tongue in slow at first, then thick and wet and all-encompassing. Xan’s whole body arched into that kiss—the way Sebastion’s always did. His legs shook, then curled around his hips, and in between gentle thrusts, Sebastion caught sight of their cocks rubbing together.
His own pulsed against his stomach, but he paid it no mind.