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GlowStick
What are you wearing, Kane?
Kane
Really? That’s your opener?
GlowStick
What, you wanted poetry?
Kane
Wouldn’t kill you
GlowStick
Fine. Roses are red, masks glow in the dark, tell me you’re naked, and I’ll get hard
Kane
That was terrible. But since you asked, leggings and an oversized T-shirt
GlowStick
Bet they look even better tangled around your ankles
Tell me a kink. We all have one
Kane
That’s a dangerous request
GlowStick
So is asking to be chased by three masked men
Kane
Cold. I love the cold. Ice, snow, rink walls against my back
GlowStick
Fuck. Same. Cold burns and I love it. We might have to ruin you on the ice just to prove it
Harry
Cold’s good. But nothing gets me harder than impact. The sound of skin on skin
Kane
You boys will be the death of me
GlowStick
Death by orgasm has a nice ring to it
Breadstick
My hand on your throat, watching your eyes roll back. That’s heaven
Kane
My pussy likes the sound of that
Breadstick
I know what I like
GlowStick
I want that pussy dripping on my face
Harry
Don’t scare her off, idiots
Kane
Who says I’m scared? Maybe I’m taking notes
GlowStick
Good. Because when we chase you again, you’re going to need them
You on the edge of the rink
I’d get down on my knees, bury my tongue in your pussy. You’d come so hard your scream would echo in the rafters
Kane
Fuck . . .
Harry
While he’s down there, I’d have you bent over the backboards and fuck you hard enough the whole arena would know who you belong to
Kane
I don’t belong to anyone
Harry
You will because I like to leave marks
Breadstick
And while they wreck you, I’d have my hand wrapped around your throat. I would watch your lips part, knowing I could take your breath away if I wanted
Kane
Oh fuck . . . You’re going to kill me
GlowStick
No, baby. We’re going to make you beg for more
Kane
Fine. My turn. You want to know what I want?
GlowStick
Always
Harry
We’re listening.
Breadstick
Careful. You might get it.
Kane
The rink is empty except for the four of us.
GlowStick
Go on . . .
Kane
I want GlowStick between my legs, his tongue in my pussy while the ice bites my skin
GlowStick
Fuck . . .
Kane
I want Harry behind me, his hands on my waist, fucking me hard, every thrust making my nipples tighten
Harry
Jesus
Kane
And I want Breadstick in front of me, one hand in my hair, the other around my throat, while his cock slides past my lips. I want him whispering in my ear to take it, to be good
Breadstick
Baby, you have no idea what you’re unleashing
Kane
Yes I do. I want the cold. And I want the three of you to use me for your pleasure
GlowStick
You’re gonna get it
Harry
You keep talking like this and we won’t be able to hold off
Kane
Good. Don’t make me wait boys