Page 104 of Courting Danger

When he pressed it back in, he tried to go slowly, only to have Ocean rock his hips, until the ginger sunk to the hilt again.

“I see I’ve got two greedy pups on my hands tonight,” Pope muttered, pinning him in place with his forearm, while he fucked him with the ginger.

“Is that what you’re after,” Pope growled in his ear. “You want it to burn when I fuck you later?”

“Y-yes,” Ocean cried as Pope increased his pace, his finger’s tangling in Ocean’s hair, tugging just enough to offset the burning with pinpricks of pleasure.

Ocean loved to have his hair pulled as much as he loved what Pope had in store for him next. The feel of his favorite impact implement smacking dead center on the globes of his ass while it was stuffed full of something. Each slap of leather on flesh made him clench harder until Pope was certain he was on the edge.

“Still green?” Pope asked.

“Still neon sir.”

Chuckling, Pope gave him a few more smacks for being cheeky, snagged a condom, and returned to the table to prep Roan.

Tonight’s theme, for all of them, was orgasm denial, with Pope being tasked with the biggest undertaking of all. Pleasuring all three of his boys before he lost himself to the pleasure he craved.

Which meant it was time for a cock ring of his own.

He fit it, rolled the condom on, and with Roan’s lube slick hole right there, Pope decided he wasn’t done tormenting him yet. Teasing his taint with ribbon to see his hole clench as his cock leaked, was almost as much fun as winding the ribbon around Roan’s balls. He tugged, just enough to watch his boy’s expression.

Wide-eyed, mouth half hanging open, breath coming in soft pants when Pope did it again. It was enough that he could feel the gentle constriction, but nowhere close to being tight enough to hurt.

As soon as he’d seen the ribbons, Roan had reminded Pope of the big circle he’d drawn around cock and ball bondage, with a giant five next to it. Tonight it was Pope’s pleasure to make one of his desires come true.

Slowly, he pressed his cock inside of Roan, pausing to let him adjust while lightly tightening the ribbons, making him clench around Pope’s girth, even as he tried to rock and take more of Pope’s cock.

He’d promised his boy a slow fuck, soft, each withdrawal giving him time to caress Roan’s hips and thighs, the ribbon still wrapped so Pope could tighten it every now and again to prolong their pleasure, until Roan started begging to come.

As soon as Pope unwound the ribbon, Roan painted his chest with cum, a few splatters reaching his chin, making him look completely debauched by the time Pope had finished him.

One down, two to go.

Damned right he was up to the challenge.