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"Please." Miles's voice shook as he slowed. "I need him."

"You want what we talked about?"

Miles gave a soft groan and nodded. "So fucking much. Please, Sir."

Darren smiled, then looked at Leander, panting and dazed. He pressed a thumb to his lips. "I know this is probably the most inappropriate time to be negotiating, but I'd really like to see you even half as wrecked as Tristan. Will you let Miles take care of Tristan while I fuck you?"

Tristan jerked down onto him with a helpless moan at the idea. He watched Leander bite back an undoubtedly lurid response and nod.

"I trust both of you," Leander breathed, before grinning. "Wanna wear a plug? You saw the selection. Everything's sanitized."

"The perfect host indeed." Darren smiled. He gave a soft grunt of loss as Miles eased away from him, before he was up and heading into the other room.

Leander arched up to press a warm kiss to Tristan's mouth, nearly vibrating with excitement and desire. His next words were even hotter.

"Make out with Miles. I'll be right back."

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18 - Finally, Miles

Tristan Chase-Morgan

"Make out with Miles. I'll be right back."

"Yes, Sir." Dazed, Tristan tried to focus on his rush of happiness at the thought of Leander getting exactly what he yearned for: Darren fucking the hell out of him. But what he ached for was what Darren had promised him. He slid off Leander to let him join Darren in the other room, achingly empty without him. But then Miles was pulling him closer, claiming his mouth with a groan.

Miles immediately pushed his fingers back into him - must have been at least three this time - fucking him in slow thrusts. "I'll do anything you need me to, Tristan," he groaned against his mouth, voice throaty with desire. "If you're not ready for this, we don't have to -"

"Please, fuck me." The words gasped past Tristan's lips before he could stop them. But this was all he could think about. He had to ask for it. "Please, Miles. I need you inside me, I need you to claim me, I - "

"Shhh..." Miles kissed away his words, twisting his fingers inside him, the rush of sensation making him gasp and whine in pleasure. "Of course, sweetheart. God, you're so sweet. I wanna fuck you so bad."

He grabbed a fresh condom off the bed as the others returned. Tristan recognized the base of one of Leander's thickest toys in Darren's pert ass, a curved purple silicone that stretched him open. He moved easily, even while wearing it, settling down by the headboard again, and lost no time in pulling Leander down onto his lap, back against his chest. "Come here. Let me give you a nice view of the boys while I fuck your hot little ass. You want to watch them, don't you?" he purred into Leander's ear, spreading Leander's thighs and reaching between them to press his fingers up into him.

Leander shuddered, gasping, already giving himself over completely. His head fell back against Darren's shoulder, but his eyes raked over Tristan and Miles darkly. "Yes. So much. I wanna watch him finally fuck Tristan with that huge cock while you pound my ass."

"You dirty little whore." Darren nipped at his earlobe, grinning, and grabbed the condom Miles tossed at him. He favored his sub with a smile as he tore it open. "Go on, love. Like we talked about. Hard and deep. I need you both whimpering and begging to come."

"Holy fuck, yes - !" Leander's breath ended in a whine as Darren repositioned him, pushing up into him with jerked, insistent thrusts. "Oh God, yes!"

"You were talking about fucking me?" Tristan could hardly believe it. In answer, Miles manhandled him to kneel on the edge of the bed, facing Leander. He pulled Tristan back against his chest, the ridge of his cock hard and thick as he rutted between the cheeks of Tristan's ass. His hands were everywhere, stroking his chest and flanks and belly and hips as he sucked and bit at the crook of Tristan's neck with a groan.

"Of course I was talking about fucking you," he groaned, giving a harder thrust. "After watching you last night in that cute little sex suit... fucking your tight little ass so desperately on your master's cock. Fuck, having you in my lap last night... I burned to pull you down onto me and fuck you so hard."

Tristan groaned helplessly at his next thrust, aching with need. "Do it, then. Take me. Oh God, Miles, please fuck me, please, I - oh - !"

Even just the press of Miles's huge cock pushed the breath from his lungs. Miles wrapped an arm around his waist, holding him close as he teased him. Each rock of his hips pushed the flared head against his hole, then eased away, pressing harder each time. Even after having his fingers inside him, Miles was still overwhelmingly thick. He lavished kisses on the side of Tristan's neck, on his ear, breath hot and ragged. "Come on, little one. Relax for me. Let me give you what you need.... Ohhh God, that's it...!"

Tristan willed himself to relax, groaning as his body finally yielded, stretching around Miles with a spidery ache of intensity. But then it was easy to push back against him, panting as his thick cock pushed deeper. In a few hard thrusts, Miles was grinding deep inside him, buried to the hilt, filling him so tight. His fingers dug into Tristan's hips, and he groaned against his neck, like he'd never felt anything as good as being one with him.

Or perhaps that was Tristan's own feelings. He'd played with toys this big before, but it was nothing like Miles's actual cock. Miles's thick shaft stretched him open, each helpless buck of his hips rubbing over Tristan's sweet spot and sending a flood of pleasure through him. "Haah!"

Despite all the fantasies of his youth, he couldn't have ever imagined this. The physicality of it - being cradled against Miles's chest, the strength of his embrace, the intensely exquisite pleasure of being filled by his cock - was second only to the elation of finally having all of his longing and desire answered and returned by this wonderful man.

"Like this?" Miles panted.

"Yes!" It was too much and simultaneously not enough. "God - ohhh, Miles!" Tristan tried to rock onto him with a sob, only to have Miles hold him closer, rubbing his free hand over his chest and stomach.