Page 31 of Expanding Command

Darren, still watching, ran a hand over Leander's ass with a smirk. "Nice, hm? If you're a good boy, maybe I'll let him fuck you with it sometime."

"Holy fuck," Leander repeated, shuddering visibly. He settled on his ass, tearing a condom open with his teeth. "And what if I'm naughty? Then will you fuck me?"

Darren gave a playful growl, shifting suddenly, pinning Leander to the bed effortlessly, and kissing him hard. "Careful what you offer, you hot little piece of ass. I might take you up on it."

Leander bit his lip on a whimper, glancing at Tristan helplessly. But Tristan wouldn't dream of making Leander wait even if he weren't already achingly hard and desperate for it, too. He moved to straddle Leander's hips as he lay back on the bed, slicking his cock, and didn't waste any time before rocking down onto him, gasping as his body yielded to the craved-for bliss of penetration.

"Mm... look at that, husband. Such pretty things when they're all worked up, aren't they?" Darren sprawled on the bed beside Leander. He rested one leg over Tristan's thigh, letting Miles lift the other to his shoulder as he watched them.

"So very pretty, Sir," Miles responded, low and rough. He leaned back as he worked slick fingers into his dom, the heat of his gaze traveling down Tristan's spine to the place where he and Leander connected. "Even prettier than they were at the party, without those suits on. You're so very, very pretty stuffed full of cock, Tristan..."

Tristan shuddered, biting his bottom lip on a whimper and rolling his hips down harder. Riding Leander was amazing, and he knew so well how to ride him to make them both come apart. Part of him ached to give in to all his desperate need and ride him hard and fast until he came. But he didn't want this to end, either.

He wanted Miles to watch. He wanted Miles to approve.

Darren's breath hitched as Miles worked his fingers in him. Then he reached to grab his wrist, pulling him closer. "Enough, enough. You know the rules."

"I'll only find release with your permission, Sir," Miles responded, low and affectionate, then guided the head of his cock to start to press into his body.

"Yes. And - mmph! I want you to take care of Tristan, too."

Tristan slowed the roll of his hips, gaze drawn immediately to Miles's cock. He bit his lip as he watched his thick head press to his husband's hole, rocking insistently until Darren finally admitted him, stretching tight around him. Tristan's own arousal pulsed, leaking as he rolled his hips down, angling so Leander rubbed over his sweet spot. He'd never taken two men at once, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to handle it, but he still couldn't help but imagine Miles taking him now, pushing him down against Leander's chest and fucking up into him alongside Leander's cock, stuffing him too full to breathe.

Leander, watching in the mirror above their heads, cursed under his breath. He shifted and searched for purchase on the side of the bed with his toes, hips stuttering up harder into Tristan. "Holy fuck, that's hot," he gasped again, one hand digging into Tristan's hip, encouraging him to move.

Miles slowed, though, so Tristan kept pace. He had to last. He watched Darren's eyes briefly fall closed in pleasure as Leander slid a hand down his freckled chest to wrap around his cock, stroking him slowly as Miles moved in him. Darren cast a grin at Leander, then looked up to Miles. "Go ahead."

Miles reached out, smiling as he stroked his fingers adoringly over the side of Darren's face. Then he was leaning into Tristan, hand warm on his spine, pressing warm kisses along his shoulder. "This what you wanted, little one?" he murmured, nuzzling up his neck. "Making love with our wonderful husbands together?"

No, Tristan thought, but it would be enough. He whimpered and turned his face up to Miles for a kiss, lips parting eagerly to the press of his tongue. "Yes. Oh, yes."

"Good..." Miles's palm smoothed over the dip of his low back, then cupped one of his ass cheeks. "God, watching you two fuck is even sexier up close..." He delivered a playful swat to the fleshy part of his ass, a rush of sensation that made Tristan cry out and buck harder onto Leander's cock. Miles rubbed and stroked the abused flesh, fingers digging into the muscle.

"Please more," Tristan managed to gasp against Miles's mouth, shivering at the combination of sensations and still aching for him. But it wasn't the physical pleasure that took him to pieces. It was being with them, half watching Leander squirm close enough that he could trade breathless kisses with Darren, fingers slick as they continued to work his cock. It was being with Miles, being kissed as if he was never going to stop, like Miles was going to devour him whole. "Oh, yes. Oh God, I wanted all of this. I wanted - I need - "

Miles groaned against his shoulder, his touch growing more restless. "Dare, please..."

"You'll stop me if I take this too far, right?" Darren murmured the question breathlessly into Leander's lips, and while Tristan thought his husband might agree to anything at the moment, he was confident he'd be able to tell if Leander was ever truly uncomfortable.

Leander nodded, humming agreement. "Promise. Take the lead. Give our good boys what they need."

Darren turned his gaze back to Miles, pressing the bottle of lube against his hand where it held his thigh in place. "Slide your fingers into him alongside Leander's cock. See how much your sweet little friend can take."

"Oh, fuck yes," Leander groaned, as Tristan gave a stuttering gasp into Miles's mouth. The thought of it was enough to send a spike of need through him.

"Please," he whimpered. Miles groaned helplessly, already rubbing around his rim, stroking the shaft of Leander's cock where it entered him. Then, pouring on more lube, he eased a digit up into him, hard and slick, careful but insistent. The stretch was nearly too much, but Tristan couldn't help but rock into it, giving a choked sob against Miles's mouth at the intensity. "Oh! Ahhh, oh God, Miles!"

"Shhh...." Miles murmured, kissing him again. "Need me to stop?"

"No! Don't stop. Oh God, please don't stop!"

"Okay." He stilled, pulsing his finger gently alongside Leander's cock and letting Tristan adjust. "Just relax... I'll take such good care of you, little one."

"Oh God, you're so tight with his finger in your ass." Leander shivered under him, free hand clenching on his thigh. He arched for another kiss from Darren, breathless. "Fuck, Sir, they look fucking amazing together, thank you, oh God..."

Darren's breath caught as Miles gave a harder thrust into him. He tangled one hand in Leander's hair, kissing him breathless, pulling gasps of breath against his lips each time Miles's hips pushed into his ass. Part of Tristan still wanted to watch him get fucked, watch his body yield to the pound of Miles's thick cock. But Miles was doing an incredible job driving every thought from his head, rocking a second finger in him alongside Leander. He pushed deeper in time with the buck of his hips as he fucked into his husband, claiming increasingly demanding kisses from Tristan's mouth until Tristan could barely breathe.

"Jesus Christ..." Darren writhed under him on the bed, then pulled from Leander's mouth with visible difficulty. He cast a look up at his husband. "Miles - "