What You Need

Epilogue

DYLAN

There were a lot of benefits to having Leon move in, but the bed was one of the higher points on the list. After a year of Leon pretending he still lived in his downtown apartment, Dylan and Oliver finally wore him down and convinced him to make the move to their home permanent. Make it official. It wasn’t a hard argument, but his agreement came with stipulations. The biggest one was that they needed a bed that all of them could comfortably fit in, both for sleeping and for sex. And Dylan was presently reaping the benefits of the Alaskan king mattress Leon picked.

Dylan’s hands were cuffed behind his back, legs cuffed together at the ankles. He was on his side, watching as Leon made sweet, soft love to Oliver. He would be hard as a rock if his cock wasn’t trapped in a chastity cage.

Oliver whined, arching as Leon thrust into him, making missionary look just as hot and sinful as anything Leon did to Dylan.

“That’s right, baby,” Leon whispered, hiking Oliver’s thigh higher on his waist to press deeper into him. Oliver was debauched, lips puffy and abused from Leon’s biting kisses, nipples still red from all of the attention they’d received. He had a splotchy blush creeping down his chest, his toes already curling from how good Leon was fucking him.

Weakly, Dylan struggled against his restraints.

Leon’s thrusts slowed but didn’t stop, his attention turning to Dylan.

“You’re only going to get to come if you’re good,” Leon said, giving Oliver a pointed thrust that pulled a moan from between his lips. Oliver always got to come. His hands were scrambling for purchase on Leon’s biceps, but Leon gently redirected them one at a time to Leon’s neck. His attention on Dylan evaporated as he leaned down to kiss Oliver, soft and slow, as he continued to pound into him. A small silver key dangled from a chain around Leon’s neck.

Dylan tried to be still, but the chastity cage was uncomfortable when he was this turned on, and watching Leon absolutely rail Oliver would always be his number one turn-on.

In the year that had passed since they welcomed Leon into their relationship, Leon slowly got them acclimated to the things kink could offer outside of what they started with. And while Oliver was happy to participate in activities that made Dylan happy, Dylan was the one on the receiving end of the contents of Leon’s armoire, which now sat in the corner of their bedroom. They were going slow. They had plenty of time to explore.

There was a sheen of sweat on Oliver’s forehead as the sounds coming from him intensified. Leon guided one of Oliver’s hands to his cock to touch himself, giving him one last kiss before he grabbed Oliver’s hips, thrusts coming hard and fast.

“Fuck, I’m so close,” Oliver whined. He tossed his head back, and Dylan raked his gaze across the long expanse of his skin. His hand worked himself quickly, and as usual when Oliver came, Leon’s name was on his lips.

Leon slowed down his thrusts and caught Oliver’s lips in a slow kiss, before pressing kisses to his chin, his cheek, and his forehead. Sweet. Loving. Soft.

When he pulled out of Oliver, he was still hard, his thick black cock ring snug under his balls. He cleaned Oliver up and draped a throw blanket over him, sated and happy, before his attention slowly moved over to Dylan.

“Now that we have the most important part of the night complete, we can see what leftovers I have to give you,” Leon said, big hand stroking his cock. He made a show of looking Dylan over, like he was coming up with a plan. If he knew Leon at all, he’d known what he was going to do to Dylan days—if not weeks—ago. He was creative like that.

Dylan didn’t dare to speak. As much as he liked the chastity, the cuckolding, the impact play, and the restraints, he’d learned that he didn’t love a ruined orgasm, and there were few circumstances when he was willing to give up a chance at an orgasm. He knew that Leon would tease him and threaten him as much as he felt like, but the likelihood of him actually preventing Dylan from coming was slim.

“Let’s get your restraints off, love,” Leon said, reaching for his ankles first. “Need to get you on your back for me.”

Dylan shivered at Leon’s words and his touch. He knew he hadn’t actually been forgotten, but when Leon was focused on Oliver, sometimes it felt like he wouldn’t even notice the house was on fire. It was extremely relatable.

The ankle cuffs weren’t anchored to anything, so the skin underneath the soft restraints didn’t hurt. Leon took the time to massage them anyway, pressing kisses to his ankles before moving on to his wrists. If anything hurt, it was his shoulders, and after Leon detached the cuffs from each other but left them on his wrists, he gently helped Dylan onto his back, hands kneading his shoulders gently. Usually after being restrained, he got some kind of massage. Even when things were unpleasant during sex, he knew Leon’s aftercare was top tier.

Each of his individual wrist cuffs got attached to hard points on the headboard, and when Leon was satisfied with the restraints, he pressed Dylan’s thighs back to see his hole, shiny and already stretched, waiting for him. Dylan didn’t always bottom, but when he did, Leon made it an occasion.

“You’re very good at quietly waiting your turn,” Leon said, and Dylan couldn’t help but blush at the compliment. He’d literally just lain there, but if Leon thought he did a good job at it, that was more than enough.

“I know it’s more important to make Oliver come.”

“It is,” Leon said gently, in pre-decided negotiations of what each of the three of them needed from these moments. Dylan knew that if he didn’t have a hard-on from feeling like Oliver was the star of the show and he was the afterthought, Leon would put him on the same pedestal as Oliver. But, as always, Leon knew how to give them both what they needed. “But since you’ve been waiting so patiently, we might as well give you a reward for that.”

Dylan nodded as Leon arranged Dylan’s thighs over his own, hands cupping his ass to lift him into the right position. Oliver handed Leon a bottle of lube, and Leon slicked himself up again and pushed more lube into Dylan with two big fingers. The head of his cock was a welcome stretch, and Dylan shut his eyes as he tried to relax his body enough to let Leon in. Leon went slow. Even though he was dominant, he was a softie, gentle before he was anything else.

Leon’s cock inside of him always made him feel full and so connected to Leon and Oliver. This was the cock that had just made Oliver come so hard, so beautifully, and now it was inside Dylan. He hoped he had an orgasm even half as good as the one Oliver had.

Leon began to thrust, and Dylan thought he might die. His arms were tied up, his cock was in a cage, and he had Leon’s big dick splitting him open. And then Oliver was there, his warm hand on Dylan’s chest, centering him.

“Hi, baby,” Oliver said, leaning in to kiss him. Leon kept up his thrusts, slow but sharp, as he snapped his hips over and over again. “Can I unlock him?” Oliver was sitting under the soft blanket Leon had draped over him, looking sweet and radiant. Dylan knew Oliver could ask Leon anything when he looked like that, and Leon would give it to him.

Leon’s smile was indulgent, and he nodded, stilling enough for Oliver to unclasp the necklace from around his neck. The key was tiny, and even though they had a backup for emergencies, Dylan was always afraid of it getting lost. With steady, post-orgasm hands, Oliver gently twisted the key in the lock, Leon’s hips slowing so Oliver could be careful. He slid the cage off, the cock ring it attached to staying behind.

The relief wasn’t immediate, but Oliver stayed, his hand on Dylan as he jerked him to hardness. It didn’t take long. He already felt like he was on the edge of an orgasm before Oliver kissed him.

“You’re both doing such a good job,” Leon praised, and Oliver kept stroking Dylan. Dylan’s arms and shoulders were tired—his body already felt spent—but he didn’t want this to end.

Leon pressed a hand to his lower back, making him arch as he continued to fuck him, and the overstimulation finally won out. Dylan came, with barely any warning himself, knowing there wouldn’t be complete relief until Leon came.

Dylan groaned, feeling floaty as he watched Leon’s big body between his legs. And just when he felt like he couldn’t take anymore, Leon came with a growl, leaning over Dylan to kiss him, letting himself ride out the aftershocks before he finally pulled out.

In seconds, Dylan’s hands were free, and Oliver gently rubbed his shoulders. Leon slipped the final piece of his cock cage off along with his own cock ring, and then he cleaned Dylan up, disappearing only momentarily to grab water before he climbed back in bed, body fully flush to Dylan’s. Leon’s warm chest pressed against his back as they took a moment to rest, Oliver curling up in his arms.

As the three of them gained a little energy back, Leon made Dylan sit up so he could drink some water. He took a few cool gulps before he passed the bottle to Oliver. Leon checked in on his shoulders and arms, making sure nothing hurt before he started on a neck massage. Leon’s aftercare was soft and tender, and it was the only time Dylan got a taste of what it must be like to be Oliver.

“I’m so glad I had the idea for you to move in,” Oliver said, kissing Leon over Dylan’s shoulder before pressing a kiss to Dylan’s lips as well. Dylan was pretty sure they all had the same idea, but he’d let Oliver take credit.

They had a day to sleep in tomorrow before they all had to go back to work, and even though Oliver still loved his new job writing grants for the local gay men’s chorus after having been there for about six months, Dylan was considering calling in sick. Maybe he could at least convince one of his boys to work from home on Monday to make the transition back to normal after all of their moving chaos a little easier.

In a few weeks, the three of them would head back to Vegas for the annual trade show. He couldn’t wait to make more memories with his boys.

The End

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