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Love!
Whit kissed Grey's spine.  Grey, love? What do you want me to do?
 Mmm ... The little plug, Whit, for me. Then the big one for Raine.
Oh, God.
Whit pulled out and reached over to the side table, showing him the small
plug that was going to go into his Grey, that was going to keep Whit's seed
inside his twin. Whit oiled it up and slipped it into Grey, purring.  Oh,
Raine. Have you ever seen him with a plug inside him?
 No ... not like this. Not like this, love. Please.
 You next, Raine. Whit's kiss was light and soft and then he was being
tortured, Whit's fingers jostling the plug inside him before pulling it
out. Grey stretched out beside him, stroking his belly, rubbing the come
into his skin, purring softly. Whit showed him the large plug.  You're
going to have it in you while you fuck Grey.
 Oh! Oh, God. You ... You're not going to let me come first? Oh...
Grey's eyes flashed at him.  Be good, Raine, or we'll not let you come in
my ass. You'll have to wait to come until morning.
He settled with a soft whimper.
Whit's fingers slid over his skin, soothing, stroking. Then that thick,
wide plug began to push into him. A low, desperate sound was pushed from
him, his eyes closing as he stretched. Grey's lips brushed his ear.  So
good, so lovely. My Raine.
 Oh Raine... Whit's voice was soft.  So unbelievably beautiful.
The plug went in slowly, but without teasing, filling him so deep. He
couldn't speak, couldn't see, could do nothing but breathe and shift and
feel. All the while, Grey's heart pounded against him. Whit jostled the
plug once it was in, moving it so that it made him spark inside. His cock
throbbed, liquid heat sliding, dripping onto his belly. Whit bent and
licked the pre-come from his belly, hair brushing his cock like a thousand
tiny fingers.
 Now what, Grey? Do we untie him and let him fuck you? Or are you going to
ride him?
 Going to let him loose, Whit. Going to reward him for being so good. Grey
growled low, rubbing along his side.  You're going to move that plug and
release his cock when it's time.
Whit moaned, mouth moving over his belly and then up along his cock to suck
briefly at the tip.  Did you hear that, Raine. You're going to get to take
him in a moment.
Raine nodded, whimpered, unable to do anything but focus on that sweet
mouth. Whit kissed his skin, taking a long, slow path down to his right
ankle and undoing the binding. Then Whit followed the same path back up to
his cock, kissing the tip again before heading down his other leg.
He was sobbing into Grey's mouth, words sliding out in random patterns that
just meant please. Whit was moving so slowly, absolutely torturing him with
that hot mouth, taking such pleasure in doing it too if those noises were
anything to go by. Finally, he simply melted, gave in to the bonds and the
sensation and the need and floated, soft moans filling the air.
Grey let Whit undo each limb, moving slowly against him as Whit made love
to his skin, turned the unbinding process into an experience all its own.
He was settled on his side, spooned behind Grey's warmth, fingers removing
the plug within and guiding him into perfect heat, the purest joy sliding
through him.
Whit lay behind him, body molding to his. Sweet words were whispered into
his ear, Whit's fingers moving against the plug inside him, making him
shudder. He kept moving, kept soaring higher and higher. He only just
managed to lift his head, beg.  Please, Whit. Love. Inside me. Please.
He felt Whit nod against his back, warm fingers grabbing at the base of the
plug. Raine stilled, shaking and moaning.  Oh ... oh, yes. Please love.
 Unsnap his cock, love. We'll all come together. Grey's voice soothed and
comforted him, eased him.
 Yes, Grey. The plug came out first, Whit's cock pushing in before he
could even miss being filled. Then Whit's fingers, trembling and warm slid
to undo the leather that held him tight.
 Oh... He rippled, rocking between them.  Now. Love you both. Just love
you.
Grey nodded.  Yes, my Raine. No more games. Just love us.
The binding around his cock slid away, Whit's hand moving to hold Grey's
hip, the three of them moving together, bodies pushing and pulling.
Everything in his universe snapped into place, his sight clear, his joy
complete.
 Love you, Raine. Love you, Grey. Whit's whisper slid along his skin. It
was so small, that whisper, but huge enough to dissolve him, his body
releasing all his passion into Grey, bones and will and sense melting.
Even as he filled Grey with himself, Whit filled him with love.
Raine simply melted, dissolving between his lovers.  Love you.
Whit shifted away and then his heat returned, the comforter covering them
all.
 Thank you my loves, murmured Whit.  Thank you.
Grey shifted, a straw brought to his lips, cool apple juice filling his
mouth.  We'll rest, Raine, then there is fruit and juice waiting, bath
oils. Everything.
Tears slid from his eyes as he nodded, swallowed.  Yes. Love. Thank you.
Whit's hands slid along his skin, and along Grey's, touching them, loving
them. Together they rested, his shattered and rebuilt soul cradled between
heart and home.
* * * *
 Is the popcorn ready, Grey? He carried the bowl of candy and the plate of
candied apples over to the bed. The bed was piled high with pillows and
blankets, Whit rolling the TV and VCR over, scary movies in a stack by the
foot.
Whit looked adorable, wearing silk boxers covered in candy corns and an
orange jack-o-lantern pumpkin t-shirt, hair still damp and askew. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]