“No, I said he could act like one,” Jonathan corrected. “He is an actor, after all.”
“Should I stop?” Kit asked, sliding his hand up until he could run his fingers over Devon’s denuded sac. “Or would you rather I keep going?”
Taking pity on Devon’s plight and deciding he’d been deficient in his own share of attentions, Jonathan cleared his throat. “Should I leave the two of you alone?” he offered, leaning back in his chair in a pose designed to put his chest on best display.
“I think somebody’s feeling neglected,” Kit told Devon in a stage whisper. Sliding his hand from between Devon’s legs, he turned his attention to Jonathan instead. He traced the neckline of the silky blouse, fingers dipping beneath the cloth to tease over taut nipples. “Is that better, lover?” he purred.
“Mmmn,” Jonathan rumbled, catching Kit’s hand to guide it back where he wanted it. “Much better.”
“Handling two at a time takes some practice,” Devon advised, tossing his napkin on his plate and pushing back his chair. “C’mon, lover boy. Let’s go dancing.”
Kit rose immediately, keeping Jonathan’s hand in his and catching Devon’s as well. He led them into the living room and turned on the stereo. As Frank Sinatra’s voice filled the room, Kit pulled the two men closer, one arm around each waist, chuckling as it took a moment for their bodies to begin to move in rhythm with one another.
“Nice,” Jonathan murmured, sliding a leg closer between Kit’s and Devon’s, letting his body sway between them. It took Devon a bit longer to break the unconscious tendency to try to lead, finally simply letting his torso rest against Kit’s and shuffling his feet in minute steps from side to side, an arm wrapped around each of his lovers.
The music changed, but their rhythm didn’t, arms wrapped around one another as they swayed in time with the sultry beat, legs rubbing, hips bumping, slowly ratcheting up the passion between them. Eventually, Kit lifted his head. “Can I persuade you lovely ladies to join me upstairs?” he husked.
“Thought you’d never ask.” Jonathan grinned.
“Just so you know, he—she’s the easy one of the two of us,” Devon added, winning a pinch on the rear from Jonathan as the three of them turned, arms still intertwined, toward the stairway.
“I’ll keep it in mind,” Kit replied with mock seriousness. “I wouldn’t want to take you for granted.” As they reached the bedroom, he pulled them close again, tilting their heads in for a three-way kiss.
Jonathan opened to both his lovers eagerly, any thought of their game forgotten as two tongues swept their way into his mouth, dancing with his the way the three of them had swayed together downstairs, to even more devastating effect. His cock filled, tenting the front of the ridiculous skirt he wore, and he pressed forward to rub against whatever he could reach, not even sure whose body he was molesting.
Kit kept track of which of his lovers he was touching by feel alone, the cotton of Jonathan’s skirt contrasting with the silk of Devon’s. He ran his hands over both firm arses, caressing them through the fabric until he needed more. Fumbling with buttons and zippers, he finally loosened the waistbands enough to get his hands beneath and caress flesh instead.
If he were in control of the scene, Devon would have had them all naked already, but he resisted the urge to strip Kit’s slacks from him and settled for rutting against them lasciviously instead. The lad was a quick study; he’d get the message eventually. In the meantime, Devon took advantage of the convenient proximity of Jonathan’s bare backside to run an appreciative hand down his flank, freezing momentarily when he bumped into another hand similarly engaged. When Kit gave no sign of resenting his presence, he carried on, running his fingers down the smooth cleft, more than pleased when a second set of fingers joined him in double-teaming their partner.
“Holy fuck,” Jonathan groaned, or would have if his mouth weren’t fully occupied with two tongues beside his own. He settled for arching into the dual caress, flexing his muscles in as encouraging a manner as he could muster. One of the things he’d learned over the past months was how much he loved having his ass played with, and Kit and Devon were pressing all his buttons.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” Kit asked, breaking the kiss long enough to murmur lasciviously in Jonathan’s ear. “Both of our fingers inside you, playing with you, stretching you…. You’re going to be so wide open when I fuck you later.”
“Fuck later, do it now,” Jonathan rasped, already more than ready.
“Pushy bottom,” Kit scolded, turning Jonathan toward the bed. “Let’s get you out of this get-up, Devon,” he added. “You can have Jonathan’s mouth while I ream his arse.”
Devon didn’t need to be told twice, squirming his way out of the tight-fitting black garments with as much haste as the Orkneys making their way down pub row. Jonathan was already kneeling on the bed, his arse poking up and waggling, bracing himself on one arm and reaching back to pull Kit’s face between his cheeks with the other. Devon plopped down onto the mattress in front of Jonathan, who all but inhaled his cock with a hunger that no woman in Devon’s experience had ever exhibited.
Jonathan’s eagerness was catching, and Kit rimmed him enthusiastically, his pants tightening apace as his cock swelled. He could hear twin moans, and it turned him on more than he would have imagined possible before taking up with the two men. He worked his way deeper between Jonathan’s legs, sucking the smooth sac into his mouth, tonguing the hard bollocks within, fondling Jonathan’s leaking cock as he did.
The slide of Kit’s tongue over Jonathan’s bare balls was nearly as arousing as the tang leaking from Devon’s cock as it pummeled his mouth, but what he wanted more than anything at that moment was to feel Kit filling his ass. He reached up a hand to skate over Devon’s sac, freeing his mouth long enough to suck in a deep breath and turn his head to plead with Kit. “Need you,” he murmured, contracting as if he could already feel his lover’s hard cock breaching him. “Please, Kit-Kat….”
Doing his best not to begrudge the loss (momentary, he hoped) of Jonathan’s attentions, Devon occupied himself with reaching for whatever bare skin he could, diving beneath Jonathan’s braced arm to pinch at his nipple, the other hand nudging Kit’s shoulder. “Sooner you give him what he wants, the happier we’ll all be,” he suggested.
“Just a second,” Kit promised, pulling away long enough to dig his cock ring out of the drawer and slip it on. He had every intention of fucking both his lovers tonight, and that meant not coming right away. Returning to his place behind Jonathan, he slicked his cock and plunged deep, groaning as the tight heat welcomed him in.
That was exactly what Jonathan had been waiting for, and with a happy moan, he turned back to Devon, wetting a finger before resuming his practice at the art of deep-throating, using the moistened digit to do some exploring of his own between Devon’s newly shaved cheeks. He managed to work the finger in to the second knuckle before Kit’s pounding began to steal his power of conscious thought, and he settled for twisting it in time with the thrusts splitting him until Devon’s moan confirmed that he’d found his prostate. Rubbing in place and sucking up and down the hard shaft filling his mouth were about all Jonathan had the presence left to focus on as Kit set about fucking him with satisfying roughness. He pushed back into each contact, losing a little more control with each slap of Kit’s balls against his, the spiraling tightness warning him he was close to coming without his cock being touched.
Devon could feel the growing wildness of Jonathan’s sucking and was wise enough to pull his cock free before it was bitten down on, the finger still pressing just the right spot inside him more than enough to keep him happily buzzed. Bending forward, he pinched both of Jonathan’s nipples and tugged at them roughly, adding a tinge of the pain he hoped would set Jonathan flying.
Kit could tell from the sounds emanating from his lover’s throat and from the clench of muscles around his cock that Jonathan was close. Leaning closer, he encircled his straini
ng erection, grateful for the cock ring keeping him from coming on the spot.
Devon’s rough tugs on his nipples and Kit’s hand pumping his cock were a double play Jonathan had no chance of withstanding. His muscles tightened, and with a garbled cry, he came hard, slumping forward onto the mattress as his release shook him. Tiny explosions continued to fire along his nerves as Kit’s shaft, still satisfyingly hard thanks to the cock ring, kept rubbing in all the right spots, prolonging his shuddering climax.
Kit groaned, straining to find the release held back by the ring. He continued to thrust through the aftershocks of Jonathan’s climax, letting the clenching passage caress him repeatedly until Jonathan finally lay still beneath him. Pressing a kiss to Jonathan’s shoulder, he raised lustful eyes to Devon’s face as he reached for his still-swollen cock. “Looks like you could use a little relief,” he teased.
“Oh no,” Devon retorted, knowing he wouldn’t last long if Kit got his hands on him. “I expect to get as good as Jonathan got.”
Kit grinned, pulling out of Jonathan gently, bestowing a tender caress on his shoulder as he did. “Turn over, then,” he directed Devon. “That way, when Jonathan’s back with us again, he can suck you while I fuck you. You did say you wanted as good as Jonathan got, after all.”
The gentle touch was enough to recall Jonathan to his surroundings, and he rolled onto his back with a sated moan, patting the bed beside him. “C’mon back here and let me finish what I started,” he rasped to Devon, his voice still husky with desire.
Swinging a leg to straddle Jonathan, Devon couldn’t resist looking over his shoulder at Kit with a cheeky grin. “Hope you saved some of the good stuff for me, handsome,” he flirted, batting his lashes. Jonathan recalled his attention by the simple expedient of sucking his bollocks into his mouth, and Devon braced himself on one forearm, brushing over Jonathan’s beard with the knuckles of his other hand.
Kit’s hand trembled with unsated lust as he prepped Devon quickly. He wanted to linger, to give Devon the consideration he deserved, but his control was near its end. “Please tell me you’re ready for me,” he pleaded, voice breaking as he struggled not to simply drive right in.
“More than ready,” Devon assured him, his own voice wavering slightly when Jonathan let his sac slide from his mouth in favor of licking from the root of his cock to its tip. His sinful tongue teased at the slit just as Kit spread him wide and drove inside. Devon groaned his approval and pushed back onto Kit’s cock, forcing Jonathan to grasp his hips so he could continue his own attentions, lapping up the beads of pearly fluid from the ruddy head of Devon’s cock before closing his lips around it and slowly working his way toward its base.
Devon was just as hot and tight as Jonathan had been, squeezing Kit’s cock deliciously. He shuddered in delight as the muscles worked his length, massaging every inch of him, wreaking havoc on what little remained of his control. If it hadn’t been for the cock ring, this would have been over with embarrassing speed. Knowing Jonathan was already lavishing attention on Devon’s cock, Kit lifted up so he could get his fingers between their bodies, circling the already stretched hole into which his cock disappeared. The shiver that went through Devon gave him ideas, and he nudged a little more firmly, curious how far the elastic muscle would give.
Feeling Devon’s tremble, Jonathan drew enough concentration from lavishing pleasure on his cock to open his eyes. Devon loomed over him, Kit kneeling behind him, pounding him as roughly as even Devon could ask for. Kit’s slender fingers played over the wrinkled skin that stretched to accept him, making Devon quiver again. Not letting up the fierce suction on the thick shaft that filled his mouth, Jonathan moved a hand from Devon’s hip to the puckered entrance, sure the combined efforts of both he and Kit would be enough to send Devon screaming over the precipice.
A long, low groan rumbled in Devon’s chest at the touch of Kit’s fingers around their joining. When one of those fingers slid past the accommodating muscle, he howled, and when a thicker finger worked its way into his arsehole too, he lost it completely. Throwing back his head with a roar, his entire body spasming, he poured his juice down Jonathan’s throat, slumping forward onto his chest as his bollocks emptied in time with Kit’s constant thrusts.
Kit paused only long enough to pull off the cock ring before returning to pounding Devon into the mattress. Or into Jonathan, as it were. It only took seconds before his orgasm started, boiling out of him and filling Devon’s hole to overflowing. The sudden cessation of sexual tension left him gasping as he collapsed forward, panting harshly.
The weight of both Devon and Kit pressing into Jonathan was a most welcome burden, and he savored it, coasting his hands over both the bodies panting against his. As their breathing slowed, so did his touches, calming and soothing them as he would Hengroen, Arthur’s horse—though he had to admit this was a much more enjoyable ride. His fingers tangled into Devon’s hair, and he turned his head to rest more comfortably against his chest. “Now, wasn’t it worth a bit of dress-up to make Kit that happy?”
“Only for him,” Devon begrudgingly admitted, nipping at a still peaked pink nub. “Who knew the lad would get so randy over seeing us in a bit o’ silk and lace?” he added, knowing Kit could hear him. “Makes me wonder if he wouldn’t like it even better himself.”
“That wasn’t the point of this exercise,” Kit reminded them tartly, though he was too sated to inject much sting in his voice. “You were supposed to see what it felt like to be babied when you don’t need it.”
“Are we really as bad as all that?” Jonathan asked, reaching across Devon to run a hand up Kit’s side.
Kit shrugged. “It just seems sometimes like you both go into ‘protect Kit’ mode, and I don’t need it. Yes, I’m younger than you, but I am an adult. I can make decisions for myself, and while consideration is appreciated, coddling is not. Don’t assume you know me better than I know myself.”
“I’ve learned my lesson, believe me,” Jonathan assured him.
Judging that Kit looked unconvinced, Devon rolled to one side, letting him settle in between him and Jonathan. “So what do you suggest we do to prove that to you? If tonight’s little charade wasn’t enough of a demonstration?”
Kit flushed a little at the thought that had been dancing around the edges of his mind for a couple of weeks, but he pushed the embarrassment aside. If Jonathan could ask for what he wanted, Kit could do the same. “I have another scenario I want to try.”
Chapter 17: Raising Cane
KIT KNELT on the floor, feeling at the same time incredibly silly and incredibly sexy. Jonathan was sprawled across the straight-back chair in a button-down shirt, tie loose around his neck, trousers open to reveal his ruddy cock, already hard and leaking. Kit’s own attire was chosen to mimic as much as possible his schoolboy uniform, while Devon was outside somewhere, just waiting to burst into the room and catch his two “students” in a compromising situation.
Jonathan looked down at the dark head between his spread thighs, his cock twitching in anticipation. He felt a little foolish, a little insecure, which was probably in character for the schoolboy he was supposed to be. He didn’t share Kit and Devon’s British public school background, the uniforms and discipline unfamiliar and as a result somewhat uncomfortable, but he’d defy anyone to remain unaffected with Kit kneeling between his legs. Kit’s hand closed around his own cock through his briefs, squeezing it slowly while his head lowered, tongue peeking out to lap at the tip of Jonathan’s cock with a hesitance completely unlike his usual boldness. Jonathan wondered if he was seeing a hint of what Kit had been like as a youth, the thought fleeting as Kit’s lips closed around the head of his shaft and he tried not to buck out of the chair.
Jonathan tasted so good on Kit’s tongue. He always did, but something about this scenario made it feel fresh again. Like they hadn’t done this countless times in the last few months. Kit made himself stay in character, pretending this was the first time he’d sucked another boy’s
cock. “You’re so big,” he marveled breathlessly, trying to infuse wide-eyed innocence into his words.
“I—am I?” Jonathan asked, trying to remember being that inexperienced. It had been a long time since he’d cared about how he sized up to others, but he tapped into the uncertainty he’d felt at the beginning of the relationship with Kit and Devon to color his response. “That feels really good,” he added, the quaver in his voice not wholly feigned.
“It’s supposed to,” Kit said, not quite able to keep the smugness out of his voice. He sucked a little more of the shaft into his mouth, curling his tongue in a way guaranteed to make Jonathan moan.
It worked.
“Shhh,” Kit warned. “We don’t want the headmaster to hear us. He’ll punish us for sure!”
“Don’t stop,” Jonathan pleaded, a hand hovering over Kit’s head, wanting to touch but not wanting to make the younger boy feel as if he was forcing him. This had been Kit’s idea, after all, not that he wasn’t willing to go along, especially since Kit had promised he could go first. He curled his other hand into a fist, ready to bite down on it if the provocative feelings got too intense. “I’ll be quiet, I promise.”
Kit nodded and lowered his head again, licking his way down the hard length, exploring eagerly, the muffled sounds from above him making him wish they didn’t have to be quiet, but he knew what the punishment would be if they were caught. They’d both feel the headmaster’s cane, and rumor had it he was a right bastard when it came to certain infractions. Nobody would say exactly which ones were the worst, but Kit suspected this would count as one of them.
Jonathan’s teeth sank into the fleshy part of his palm, muffling the groans that wanted to escape at the unbelievable things Kit was doing with his tongue. He should be paying attention so he could return the favor when it was his turn to suck Kit, but it was all he could do to keep from howling at the way Kit’s mouth was making him feel. He shifted on the hard chair, the tightness of his muscles and the growing heat flaring in his groin making it impossible to sit still. Kit’s head bobbed lower, letting the tip of Jonathan’s cock graze the back of his throat, and Jonathan arched up involuntarily, his head falling back. “Ah Christ, Kit…,” he wailed, both hands gripping the sides of the chair until his knuckles were white.
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