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"We'll debrief when we're home again," Darren said, fingers stroking idly over Leander's chest. "We'll debrief, and Leander and I can negotiate, see where we want things to go next. If you want to see us again, of course."

Leander gave a soft, incredulous laugh. "After getting fucked like that? Hell yes."

"It won't just be getting fucked." Darren shifted enough to look at him. "If you want this to be a regular thing, you're going to have to submit to me. Is that something you're prepared for? Can you trust me to teach my husband to Master your sweet boy while you give yourself to me?"

Leander's eyes fluttered closed, a soft moan escaping his lips. "Oh, yes. I... I'd like that very, very much, Sir."

He looked so blissfully submissive, and Darren was so tender and strong. It was everything Tristan had ever hoped for, ever yearned for from a dom for him. And if giving Leander to Darren meant...

He twisted in Miles's embrace to catch his mouth in a trembling kiss, heart aching with joy. "I really want this," he breathed against his lips. "Please let me serve you, Miles. It feels so incredible."

"How could I ever decline such a precious, beautiful gift?" Miles kissed him longer, his free hand stroking his side.

"Miles." At Darren's call, Miles's attention was on him immediately. Darren smiled, that adoring, proud smile Tristan had seen before. "Don't let your sub get tired. Come lie down with us. They'll need cuddling, proper aftercare. And if they're good, maybe aftercare sex later."

Leander bit his lip on a moan, and Tristan's desire flared in a soft rush. The thought of being pressed under Miles on the bed, making love... or perhaps on his side with Miles behind him, so he could kiss and touch Leander while they were both taken from behind...

"I'd like that too," he murmured, letting Miles urge him down against Leander's side. Leander smiled at him, nearly glowing, and Tristan leaned in to give him the kiss he was longing for. He'd been so proud of successfully inviting these hot men home with them. Now, the idea that he may have secured for them something amazing, something truly unlike anything he could have ever imagined or hoped for made his heart sing with joy and pride.

He could get used to this, he thought, and turned his face up towards Miles's adoring smile for a kiss, lacing his fingers with Leander's.

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19 - Looking Forward

Miles Bennet

They'd meant to leave Boston on Sunday when it was still light out, with more than enough time to get home. Perhaps they would have succeeded if Miles hadn't convinced everyone to let him cook for them. After a decadent, leisurely morning that had begun with both of their new subs crawling into bed with them to wake them up, they'd managed to leave the house to go to the local farmer's market for paninis. That was when Miles had the dinner idea, roaming the stalls with until he'd found the perfect ingredients.

The day was warm but overcast, but it had been easy for Leander to talk them into hot tub time. Naked, naturally, since they hadn't brought suits. It had been impossible to keep his hands off Tristan, especially since every time he looked at Darren, the glint in his husband's eye seemed to be daring him to do more.

The way Tristan reacted when he touched him, somehow flushed and shy and needy at once, was intoxicating. They'd ended up making love on the edge of the hot tub surround, of course, Tristan straddling his lap so Miles could kiss him breathless while rubbing each other off. Then they'd spent the afternoon on one of the sun loungers while their husbands played inside, catching up, and Miles tried to sear the moment into his memory.

It felt good to talk with Tristan, shifting from work to home, with Tristan sharing more about Leander while Miles told him about the kids, and Ashley. Everything his life had become since meeting Darren.

“He really seems so amazing,” Tristan said dreamily. He’d been idly toying with Miles’s light chest hair, and stroked up to reverently trace the chain of his day collar against his chest. “I feel really lucky - honored, actually - that he wanted this for you.”

Miles nodded, smiling. “I’m lucky, too. I didn’t think it would be like this. I didn’t expect to find someone - “

Then Miles’s thoughts swung to the night before in sudden worry. “I’m not asking too much, am I? You want this too? I know I can be kind of intense sometimes - “

“I want this.” Tristan’s reply was soft, but fervent. “I didn’t expect this either. I really was doing this mainly for Leander, but... I need to be special to you.”

“You’re so special to me.”

“I know.” Tristan’s smile was shaky. “I trust you. I’ll work on trusting myself. I’m sorry if it takes a bit of time.”

“It’s okay.” Miles kissed his forehead, then his lips. “I’ll be here. We can take all the time we need.”

It felt so right and rewarding to comfort him, the simple touch gradually turning to lazy pleasure. They didn’t have supplies outside, but it didn’t matter; it was better to spend ages learning each other’s bodies, teasing and pleasing as he drank in Tristan’s kisses. Finally, he gave in to Tristan's desperate entreaties to suck him off, knowing so well how gratifying it was to lose himself to the pleasure of servicing his own beloved Master like that. He set aside his worries about his size and lost himself to Tristan's joyful attentions until the rising waves of pleasure left nowhere to go but to tumble over the edge into bliss.

Tristan's pride and joy from satisfying his new Master was almost as gratifying as his own orgasm. It was even better to pull him close, praising him breathlessly as he wrapped a hand around Tristan's cock and drew him easily to his own climax. Being so close to him felt more precious than Miles could ever have imagined.

It was hard to think about leaving when they’d finally cleaned up and rejoined their husbands. He couldn't bring himself to rush through cooking or clean up when it meant being parted that much sooner. In the front entry of their house, he kissed Tristan until it felt as if his heart would break from it, then gathered him into his chest, struggling to draw a full breath.

Irrationally, it felt like leaving for college again, even though it shouldn't.

Tristan's arms tightened around him, drawing a trembling breath against his neck where he'd buried his face. "I’ll see you in two weeks, right?" he asked, small and anxious, as if he was reading Miles’s mind.