Page 25 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Gold. Pearls. Gauze. Zane’s warm fingers. Felix liked all of it. Zane had sunk to his knees to slide the boot onto Felix’s foot. And that was where things had gone…sideways.

Zane had slipped Felix’s foot into place, then lifted his leg, soft lips skimming over the delicate bone of his ankle, then his calf, his knee, up, up, up, the kisses growing warmer against increasingly sensitive skin until those soft lips were grazing his inner thigh, the zipper closing behind them with a soft metallic rasp.

Felix had smiled softly, pulling Zane in for a quick kiss, just a tiny press of lips, before watching him sink back down to give the next leg the same treatment.

By the time he’d finished, Felix was hard and Zane was pressing open-mouthed kisses to the skin of his thighs, dangerously close to his cock.

Close enough that every exhale ghosted warm across Felix’s skin.

Zane nuzzled his nose against the base, pressing into the curls there, murmuring against his skin, “You look so hot, Lix. Can I?”

Felix pressed Zane’s face deeper against him for a moment.

“Can you what, baby?” he’d teased, canting his hips.

Zane whined, dragging his lips along Felix’s hard length before letting the head of his cock rest flat on his tongue, making eye contact with Felix as he closed his mouth around him and sucked.

Felix’s eyes rolled, heat sparking in his belly at the wet warmth. “Fuck. Yes. Yes, you can.”

And that was how they’d ended up in their current situation, with Zane sucking the soul from Felix’s body, Felix’s hands locked in Zane’s hair as he rolled his hips, getting closer and closer to spilling himself into Zane’s sinfully perfect mouth.

“Oh, yeah. That’s good. That’s so good. Good boy. I’m so close.”

Zane gave another reedy whine, the sound vibrating through Felix, and Felix let himself relax into it, fire licking through his veins, each pull of Zane’s lips feeling like it was connected to some euphoric source deep inside him.

Felix heard the click of the knob turning and the door opening slowly, turning his head in the direction of the sound.

Zane didn’t even falter. He just continued to bob his head, tongue doing that twisting thing that made Felix hear color and see sound.

Avi stood leaning against the frame in a pair of joggers and a hoodie, feet bare.

Felix wasn’t a foot person, but there was something so domestic about seeing his husband barefoot. It didn’t make any sense, but it made Felix’s heart feel like it was in a vice.

Avi didn’t make any move to join them at first, seemingly content to watch. The only indication he liked what he saw was the heavy-lidded look in his eyes and the erection slowly filling out, tenting his joggers.

Avi’s cock was hard to miss, even at a distance.

Zane suddenly took Felix to the back of his throat, swallowing around him, causing Felix to gasp, then moan, his fingers flexing in Zane’s hair.

Avi smirked, murmuring, “Hey, kitten.”

“Hey,” Felix managed, his breath stuttering when Zane pulled off, dipping his tongue into his slit, then giving a satisfied little purr, like sucking Felix was the highlight of his day.

His pretty little Zaney was so perfect.

“Come play with us.”

“Yeah?” Avi asked, arching a brow.

“Is that okay, baby?” Felix asked Zane.

Zane pulled off with an obscene pop. “If it’s okay with Asa.”

“He’s fine,” Avi said, as if they’d already discussed it.

Which, to be fair, they may have, whether out loud or with their freaky twin thing.

Felix didn’t know. He also didn’t care. He just wanted to play with them…together. And Felix knew Asa would find his way to them soon enough. He always did.