and all but weeping, as Mark gave a loud shout, together with a final thrust deep inside my body.
I spent the next half-hour sprawled on the bed and messing around with the two of them, whilst trying to think somber thoughts so I could keep myself under control until Mark took pity on me.
"Go on then," he said. "You've proved you can do it. So bring yourself off. I want to see you come."
With a smile, I reached down to obey Mark's command. At first I took it slow, running my fingers up and down my length as my bollocks became ever tighter. I kept my eyes down, fixed on my cock, watching myself as my excitement mounted.
"Look at us, Liam," Mark demanded, and my eyes snapped up. Still, I couldn't really focus and my gaze shifted from twin to twin, back and forth as if I were at a tennis match. Maybe what they said about eyesight and cock-abuse was right then.
I kept on pumping myself and then Johnny's hand joined mine, and I gasped. Mark said nothing. He just carried on staring at me, but something in his gaze seemed softer. Then he leaned even closer, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. Full on. His tongue was so far down my throat that with only a slight adjustment of our position and a hell of a different physiology he could have been wrapping his tongue around my cock instead of my tonsils. Not that I was complaining. Oh, no.
I whimpered and, at the same time, I was coming, the shock of it making me lurch backward against the headboard. The Delaney twins, trained as they were for combat or the attempted escape of their victims, launched themselves after me. Mark even managed to keep his tongue melded to my mouth, whilst Johnny kept his grip around my streaming cock. It was astonishing what skills a military background had given them. It almost made me want to sign up for the army life on the spot. Almost.
Johnny and I collapsed on the bed, laughing. Mark finished his kiss and, before I could regret that particular loss, Johnny had pressed his fingers against my lips to allow me to lick my own juice off his skin. I lapped at him, moaning when I saw his eyes darken.
Mark smiled.
"Thank you, Liam," he said.
Right there and then, I would have done anything for them both.
* * * *
And so, Day One of living with the two men in my life began with something of a high. However, as I'd suspected, living with a lover--or in my case, two--was going to take a little more than simply sex, spunk and submission, marvelous though all these things were. It was going to take something else entirely.
Staying power.
Because at around about midnight, the Delaneys were still going strong, sipping their wine and discussing some aspect of their business I suspected it was best not to hear too much of. I was slumped on the sofa, eyes half-shut and phasing regularly in and out of my surroundings. I had never been one for late nights, not unless sex was involved. And right now it looked like it wasn't. Not that I was complaining, not really anyway. Moving house was said to be one of the top three stressors of all time, and hell, but I needed to sleep. The big question was: where?
The twins had separate rooms, obviously. So I would either be expected to sleep in a room on my own, which I hadn't been introduced to yet, or with one or the other of the Delaneys, presumably Mark. If this were the case, it left me with a quandary. I didn't want to leave Johnny out. Maybe it was best to sleep by myself, though I didn't much like that idea either. God, why did they never teach you this sort of social etiquette in school? I could have done with some other bugger showing me the way, rather than muddling through on my own. Some hope.
"Liam."
I sprang to my feet, rocketing up at the sound of Mark's voice, like a rabbit startled by the farmer's gun. "Yes, sir?"
Mark stared at me, a frown creasing his beautiful forehead. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it away, preferably with my tongue, but I doubted he'd be up for it right now.
I spent the next half-hour sprawled on the bed and messing around with the two of them, whilst trying to think somber thoughts so I could keep myself under control until Mark took pity on me.
"Go on then," he said. "You've proved you can do it. So bring yourself off. I want to see you come."
With a smile, I reached down to obey Mark's command. At first I took it slow, running my fingers up and down my length as my bollocks became ever tighter. I kept my eyes down, fixed on my cock, watching myself as my excitement mounted.
"Look at us, Liam," Mark demanded, and my eyes snapped up. Still, I couldn't really focus and my gaze shifted from twin to twin, back and forth as if I were at a tennis match. Maybe what they said about eyesight and cock-abuse was right then.
I kept on pumping myself and then Johnny's hand joined mine, and I gasped. Mark said nothing. He just carried on staring at me, but something in his gaze seemed softer. Then he leaned even closer, and the next thing I knew he was kissing me. Full on. His tongue was so far down my throat that with only a slight adjustment of our position and a hell of a different physiology he could have been wrapping his tongue around my cock instead of my tonsils. Not that I was complaining. Oh, no.
I whimpered and, at the same time, I was coming, the shock of it making me lurch backward against the headboard. The Delaney twins, trained as they were for combat or the attempted escape of their victims, launched themselves after me. Mark even managed to keep his tongue melded to my mouth, whilst Johnny kept his grip around my streaming cock. It was astonishing what skills a military background had given them. It almost made me want to sign up for the army life on the spot. Almost.
Johnny and I collapsed on the bed, laughing. Mark finished his kiss and, before I could regret that particular loss, Johnny had pressed his fingers against my lips to allow me to lick my own juice off his skin. I lapped at him, moaning when I saw his eyes darken.
Mark smiled.
"Thank you, Liam," he said.
Right there and then, I would have done anything for them both.
* * * *
And so, Day One of living with the two men in my life began with something of a high. However, as I'd suspected, living with a lover--or in my case, two--was going to take a little more than simply sex, spunk and submission, marvelous though all these things were. It was going to take something else entirely.
Staying power.
Because at around about midnight, the Delaneys were still going strong, sipping their wine and discussing some aspect of their business I suspected it was best not to hear too much of. I was slumped on the sofa, eyes half-shut and phasing regularly in and out of my surroundings. I had never been one for late nights, not unless sex was involved. And right now it looked like it wasn't. Not that I was complaining, not really anyway. Moving house was said to be one of the top three stressors of all time, and hell, but I needed to sleep. The big question was: where?
The twins had separate rooms, obviously. So I would either be expected to sleep in a room on my own, which I hadn't been introduced to yet, or with one or the other of the Delaneys, presumably Mark. If this were the case, it left me with a quandary. I didn't want to leave Johnny out. Maybe it was best to sleep by myself, though I didn't much like that idea either. God, why did they never teach you this sort of social etiquette in school? I could have done with some other bugger showing me the way, rather than muddling through on my own. Some hope.
"Liam."
I sprang to my feet, rocketing up at the sound of Mark's voice, like a rabbit startled by the farmer's gun. "Yes, sir?"
Mark stared at me, a frown creasing his beautiful forehead. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it away, preferably with my tongue, but I doubted he'd be up for it right now.
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