7. Dylan
SEVEN
DYLAN
There was nothing Dylan could have done to take his mind off what Leon and Oliver were doing. But he could only make himself come so many times before his dick fell off, and he was pretty sure he had another orgasm in his future when Oliver finally came home, so he settled in the basement and put on a movie to ignore.
While he and Leon had planned a lot of the date together, Leon had been the one to pick out the plug, and Dylan kept opening their text thread to look at the photos Leon sent. Oliver was beautiful, of course, but the second photo Leon sent where he was wrapped around Oliver was nearly hypnotizing. He couldn’t look away from it.
And finally, he heard the front door open.
He didn’t pause to turn the movie off. He just made his way up the stairs, two at a time. Oliver was slipping his shoes off, one hand on Leon’s chest for balance. Not that he needed it.
“Hi, baby,” Oliver said, that big bright smile he got on his face post anything Leon.
“I’m going to put this in the fridge,” Leon said, holding up a bag from a very fancy steakhouse before ducking around the stairwell to the kitchen.
“Fuck, babe,” Dylan said, momentarily distracted by expensive steak. “Did you have a good time?”
“The best,” Oliver said. There was still a giddiness they both felt around Leon. It felt like they were operating a few notches above where they lived their normal lives.
Oliver bit his lip and reached for Dylan’s hand. “Let’s go find Leon.”
Leon shut the fridge door as the two of them entered the kitchen. He crossed his arms and rested his hip against the counter.
“Thanks for letting me borrow him tonight,” Leon said. He had such an arresting gaze, even when he looked at Dylan. Dylan knew the primary spark Leon felt was with Oliver, but at the end of the day, this was something they were all doing together.
“I’m glad you were able to show him a good time.”
“Do you want your leftovers now?” Leon asked.
It was late. Dylan had dinner hours ago. He hesitated. Then Leon reached a hand out for Oliver, pulling him close so he could cup his ass in his hands, giving it a squeeze before pressing on his crack, the strangled sound Oliver made into Leon’s chest going straight to Dylan’s dick.
“Your leftovers,” Leon prompted again.
Duh.
“Oh fuck. Yes,” Dylan said. Leon had experience and confidence, and it made both Dylan and Oliver a little shaky.
Leon worked the front of Oliver’s pants open. They dropped to the floor as Leon peeled his underwear off, letting it slip down Oliver’s thighs to pool around his ankles. Leon’s long fingers dipped between his cheeks again, pressing directly on the plug this time. Oliver shook, but Leon held him upright. His big hands parted Oliver’s cheeks and Dylan finally caught a glimpse of the jeweled base of the plug. The area around it was wet with lube and…more.
“On your knees,” he commanded, but he held Oliver upright as he started to move. “Not you, baby.”
Oh. He meant Dylan. He scrambled to the floor behind Oliver, his ass on display right in front of Dylan’s face.
“Kiss his plug.”
Dylan did, feeling lucky for even being able to touch Oliver. Oliver squirmed again, but Dylan waited for Leon to tell him what to do next.
“Are you ready, baby?” he asked Oliver quietly, fingers returning to play with the base of the plug. The anticipation was making Dylan feel as keyed up as Oliver looked.
Oliver just nodded. One of Dylan’s favorite things in the world was how easily Oliver got overwhelmed in bed. Overstimulated by the touches, the sounds, the smells. He was too overstimulated at the moment to talk.
Leon began to work the plug out of him, taking his time. Dylan understood why. The plug was big, like Dylan had told Leon that Oliver preferred. Leon may have picked out the plug, and he may have pressed it into Oliver, but it was just as much a group project as all of their moments together were.
“Get ready, Dylan. You have a lot to clean up.”
Dylan leaned in closer, his hands on the backs of Oliver’s thighs as Leon eased the plug out.
Oliver whimpered as the plug popped out of him, and Dylan took only a moment to enjoy the sight of his hole, red and used, puffy and wet, Leon’s pearly come already dripping out of him.
Then Leon’s hand was on the back of Dylan’s head, pressing him in close. He went tongue first, lapping over Oliver’s hole, as Leon’s still-warm come trickled out. He tasted different than Oliver did, which was expected but still surprising.
Oliver’s moan was soft and shaky as Dylan continued to drag his tongue over Oliver’s abused skin. Dylan looked up the length of Oliver’s back, and Leon was looking back down at him over Oliver’s shoulder. He had a big hand on the back of Oliver’s head, combing through his hair as he comforted him.
“It’s okay,” Leon whispered into Oliver’s ear. “You’re doing so great.”
Dylan kept at it, pressing the tip of his tongue up inside of his husband as Oliver continued to squirm and pant, and Leon continued to placate him. And finally, Oliver was all cleaned up. Dylan looked back up at Leon, breathing hard, a question in his eyes. What’s next?
“Do you think you did a good job?” Leon asked Dylan.
“Yes.”
“Then you probably deserve a reward.”
Dylan nodded. He would take whatever Leon wanted to give him. He’d suck on Leon’s toes if that was what he was into.
Instead, Leon reached into his pants pocket and pulled out a little bottle of lube.
“Go ahead,” he said, handing it over to Dylan. Dylan got to his feet, knees aching, legs weak. He undid the top button of his pants slowly, in case he misunderstood what Leon was giving him permission to do.
Leon nodded, so Dylan pushed his pants and underwear down, his erection urgent. Leon still held Oliver to his chest, rubbing his back and pressing kisses to his cheeks and temples as Dylan fumbled into action, popping the lube open and drizzling some directly onto his dick.
He took a deep breath and nudged the tip of his cock between Oliver’s cheeks. Oliver gasped but popped his ass out a little farther so Dylan had a better angle. He wanted to be careful with Oliver. He was overstimulated and his ass had seen a lot of action lately. Pushing into him was a smooth glide, but Dylan still went slow and gentle.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Dylan asked. His hands were on Oliver’s hips as Oliver balanced on Leon’s chest.
“I’m good. You feel amazing.”
Dylan rocked his hips, pumping gently into Oliver. On the other side of Oliver, Dylan noticed Leon brace himself, absorbing the press of Dylan’s thrusts. Oliver was sandwiched between the two of them, panting into Leon’s shirt, one hand reaching behind himself to dig into Dylan’s hip.
“How are you doing, baby?” Leon asked Oliver, checking in with him.
“Everything is so much,” he whined.
“Let me help you,” Leon said. By the way Oliver’s hips pressed forward, he assumed Leon was jerking him off, or at least letting him fuck his hand. “I know Dylan can’t get you off all by himself.”
It was obviously a lie. Dylan had made Oliver come hundreds—if not thousands—of times. But the idea that they needed Leon to be there to make sure Oliver was actually satisfied made his balls pull up tight against the base of his dick as he tried not to come.
“Dylan, you can come if you need to, but you can’t come inside him,” Leon told him, setting a boundary around Dylan’s own husband. “Only I can come inside him.”
The three of them were mostly clothed, standing in the middle of Dylan and Oliver’s kitchen, taking sex orders from their…whatever Leon was to them. What was Leon to them? He was something, that was for sure.
Dylan pressed a kiss to Oliver’s peach sweater–covered shoulder as he got closer and closer to his orgasm, trying desperately to hold on for long enough for Oliver to come. But then Oliver tipped his head up to Leon’s, and Leon caught his lips in a slow, sexy kiss, and Dylan couldn’t wait any longer. He pulled out, jerking himself the rest of the way, carefully trying to catch his orgasm in his hand. He wasn’t allowed to come inside of Oliver, and he wasn’t sure if that extended to not being allowed to come on Oliver either.
Thankfully, he was close enough to the sink to rinse his hand off before pulling his pants and underwear back up. He leaned against the counter and watched the show as Leon jerked Oliver the rest of the way off, their kisses getting messy and uncoordinated the closer Oliver got to finishing.
When he made it right up to the edge, Dylan handed Leon a few tissues so Leon wouldn’t have to risk getting come on his nice, presumably expensive, slacks. Leon handed the used tissues back to Dylan after Oliver came, turning all of his focus to making sure Oliver was feeling all right.
“When I leave, Dylan’s going to draw you a nice warm bath, okay, baby? And then you’re probably going to need to take the next few days off from penetration.”
“Okay,” Oliver agreed, his voice small. He rested his head on Leon’s chest again and looked over at Dylan, completely wrung out.
“Dylan’s going to take such good care of you,” Leon said, helping Oliver gain his own balance before bending down to pull Oliver’s pants and underwear back up, leaving a soft little kiss on the head of Oliver’s dick.
“What about you?” Oliver asked, cupping the bulge at the front of Leon’s pants.
“I’ll be okay. I already got my perfect orgasm tonight.”
“Let’s let Leon head home, okay, sweetheart?” Dylan said, reaching for Oliver’s hand. It felt like a custody transfer as Leon gave his husband back to him.
Oliver kissed Leon again at the door, long and slow, and not for the first time, Dylan saw the way Leon looked at his husband. He couldn’t blame him.
Leon drove off, and all Dylan and Oliver had left was the aftermath. He folded Oliver against his chest and felt him sag against him.
“You’re tired, baby,” Dylan said, holding him close. He swayed their bodies together, and Oliver hummed.
“Big night.”
“It was. How about we run you that bath, and you can tell me about it?”
“I’d like that.” Oliver smiled.