Page 47 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Felix’s tongue swirled around Zane’s entrance, then probed him as deep as he could, fucking his tongue into him like he was trying to see just how deep inside him he could go, pressing his nose against Zane’s perineum to get that little bit deeper.

Fuck, did Zane still taste like Asa? Would he taste Asa on Felix’s tongue when they kissed?

Was Felix fucking Asa’s cum back into Zane’s fucked-out hole?

Jesus Christ. His brain was going to kill him before Felix did.

“Oh, holy fuck, Felix. Felix…” he babbled, his back arching off the bed, trying to fuck himself on the soft tongue buried inside him, whining when it still wasn’t enough.

Felix’s arms snaked under and around Zane’s hips, holding him in place as he tried to press even deeper, impossibly deep.

Zane’s eyes were rolling in his skull, his nerve endings on overdrive like he’d taken a hit of Ecstasy, every movement sending lightning bolts of bliss through his system, causing his cock to drool onto his stomach.

Zane’s fingers twisted in Felix’s dark tresses, not sure if he was trying to drag him away or force his tongue deeper.

Probably both.

Felix pulled back, holding him open so he could go back to sweeping his tongue over him, licking at him with delicate laps, like a cat with a bowl of milk.

Zane writhed beneath him, trying to be good, trying to just lie there as Felix sent him hurtling toward orgasm number God-knows-what in the last twenty-four hours.

“Oh, God, Lix. Your tongue…” Zane whined. “Oh, your tongue. Your tongue. So good. So, so, so fucking…”

Language abandoned him entirely. His fingers twisted in Felix’s hair until he worried he might tear it out at the roots.

The bathroom door opened with a slight protest. Zane let his head loll to the side to stare at his naked husband, a white towel thrown around his shoulders.

Felix didn’t even break his rhythm, working Zane with his tongue, his fingers digging bruises into Zane’s hips.

Asa grinned, leaning against the doorframe.

“Enjoying your present, Lois?”

Zane opened his mouth to try to say something, but all that came out was an embarrassing sound somewhere between a whine and a moan as Felix sucked at him noisily again, making his intentions clear to all involved.

Fuck.

Was Felix trying to kill him?

Asa chuckled, pushing off the doorframe, whistling a pleasant tune as he sauntered through the open door of their walk-in closet like his brother-in-law wasn’t eating his husband out like there was a prize at the bottom.

His life was so weird, he thought fleetingly. But so fucking amazing.

“Felix, Felix, Felix,” Zane whined, desperately needing more…something.

Felix ignored him, working his entrance sloppily, the sounds filling the room nothing short of pornographic. Felix’s long nails dug into Zane’s hips, trying to hold him still as he licked and nibbled and destroyed the last remnants of Zane’s already depleted brain function.

“Felix,” he wailed, tugging harder on his hair. “Please. Fuck. Please.”

Felix finally looked up, his chin and lips coated in his own spit and Asa’s cum.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

Zane moaned as his dick leaked more precum onto his belly at the sight.

“I-I need…”

“You need…” Felix prompted, clearly teasing Zane, his hand already unwrapping from one hip to slide between Zane’s cheeks, a finger teasing his rim. “This what you need, pretty baby?”