Chapter 31 Warren
WARREN
“This is so good,” Warren said, moaning as he took another bite of his salmon. He usually wasn’t a fan of fish, but this was out of this world.
“I’m glad you like it,” Harland said, leaning back across from him, his arm draped over the back of Max’s chair next to him. “Maybe now that we’ve got more than one mouth to feed, Max will let me hire the chef full time.”
He ran his fingers through Max’s hair, and Warren had to stop chewing – he was so jealous.
Seated across from the two alphas, Warren was having a hard time concentrating on anything but the view.
Max rolled his eyes and took a long sip of his beer. “I didn’t say I didn’t want to hire her. I just said that since I work twenty-four-hour shifts every three days, it didn’t make sense to hire her on those days.”
Harland shrugged, as if to say that he didn’t quite agree with Max’s recollection of the matter, but he let the topic go. He turned to Warren. “I’ve been thinking about getting an apartment in the city.”
Warren looked up with interest. "Oh? Where?"
Harland grinned. “Where would you like?”
“If we’re going to live in the city, I want to live within walking distance of the station,” Max interrupted before Warren could freak out over the implications of Harland’s question.
“Noted,” Harland said, grabbing Max by the back of his neck and rubbing it.
A jealous sigh escaped Warren’s lips, drawing the attention of both alphas. They froze, and with a tilt of his head, Harland lifted his leg and pushed his booted foot into Warren’s lap.
Warren stared down at the big boot between his thighs, his mind going blank as Harland gently nudged the rubber heel into his crotch.
“I know that asking you to move out here would probably be a step too far,” Harland said, talking as if he wasn’t grinding his heel into Warren’s crotch. “But if I got us a place in the city, somewhere close to your campus, would you consider it?”
"I…" Warren took a deep breath, struggling to think clearly. He couldn’t get his thoughts in order with Harland’s foot invading his space like this. From heel to toe, the boot went up past his belly button.
He wanted to touch it.
“You’d have your own room, of course.” Harland pushed his heel down, squeezing Warren’s cock back into his groin and making him whimper. “And your name would be on the deed.”
Warren dropped his fork, clutching the sides of Harland’s boot. He wasn’t trying to stop what the alpha was doing, but he needed a moment.
Was Harland seriously trying to ask him to move in together while using his boot to jerk him off at the dinner table?
It was an effective strategy.
“I guess that would be okay,” he finally said. Getting an apartment probably took some time. It wasn’t like he was agreeing to move in right away, and he wouldn’t give up his own apartment.
There was no way Warren would let himself become homeless if things suddenly went belly-up with his alphas.
“Is that a yes?” Harland asked, pushing his heel down hard enough on Warren’s crotch that his chair scooted back an inch.
Warren let out a startled grunt, the pressure bordering on pain.
“Yes.”
“Excellent,” Harland said, his mouth pulling up in the tiniest grin. He shared a satisfied look with Max. “I’ll make the arrangements.”
Relaxing his leg, Harland left his foot between Warren’s thighs, but he stopped exerting any pressure.
It took everything Warren had not to lean forward and hump the sole of the boot like a naughty puppy.
“Are you having fun?” Max asked, taking a sip of his beer and shooting Warren a smirk.
“Yes,” Warren said, letting go of Harland’s boot and picking up his fork again. He wasn’t done eating, and he wasn’t going to waste such a delicious meal.
Harland kept his foot between Warren’s legs through the rest of dinner, casually prodding and grinding into him whenever the mood struck him.
After they were done eating, Max leaned back with a satisfied sigh and rubbed his stomach. Harland withdrew his foot from the gap between Warren’s thighs and rose to his feet.
“Now that you’ve had your dinner, I think it’s my turn.”
A tight, hot heat settled in Warren’s stomach, his cock twitching at the anticipatory gleam in Harland’s eyes.
“Yeah, of course,” Warren said. “Should we-”
“Take your clothes off and get on your knees,” Harland interrupted, letting his fangs drop and biting his lower lip. When Warren didn’t immediately comply, the barest furrow appeared on his brow.
Why the idea of disappointing Harland was such a punch to the gut, Warren didn’t know. It probably had something to do with the way Harland had been teasing his cock and balls all through dinner, lulling him into that weird headspace where he wanted so badly to be good.
He rushed to obey Harland’s command.
Climbing out of his seat, his legs wobbling like they usually did after he’d been fed on, Warren pushed down his pants and underwear and got naked. He sank to his knees, shoving his discarded clothes into a pile and putting them on his chair, then turned to look up at Harland.
His cock jutted out, already leaking and hard.
“Good boy,” Harland murmured as he crouched down in front of him. He ran his hand down Warren’s naked flank, his cool touch sending a shiver down his spine. “I’m going to let you choose which of our purchases from the other day you’d like me to use tonight.”
Trying to remember what they had bought beyond the bondage bag and the straitjacket, his brain feeling like mush, Warren closed his eyes and shuddered as Harland’s fingers brushed the underside of his cock.
He couldn’t think with Harland touching him.
“Or none of them,” Harland said, tracing the slit of Warren’s urethra. “We don’t have to play tonight if you’d prefer to cuddle and take it easy.”
“No, I want to play,” Warren said. He forced himself to think and to give an answer. He listed things as they popped into his mind. “The bag, and the collar, and the nipple clamps.”
Harland moved his fingers up to Warren’s nipple and gave it a sharp pinch.
“Anything else?” he asked. “I’m sure Max is dying to use some of his new purchases.”
Max made a noise of pleading agreement from behind him, making Warren jump. He’d forgotten Max for a second there.
Warren hesitated, still intimidated by Max's plans for his poor anal sphincter. "Maybe one of the plugs?"
“Yes!” Max said, pumping his fist and doing a happy little dance. He crouched down behind Warren, cupping his head between his hands, and gave the top of his head a kiss. “You’re going to love it. I promise.”
Closing his eyes, Warren took a moment to gather himself.
Sandwiched between Harland and Max’s crouched forms, naked while they were clothed, he felt deliriously submissive.
The rough, possessive grip Max had on his head, moving it from side to side as he kissed his scalp, only exacerbated the feeling.
“I’ll keep an eye on him,” Harland said. He cupped Warren's shoulder and stroked his thumb over his clavicle. “Tonight is not for pushing limits.”
Warren relaxed. So far, Harland had been the most level-headed of his alphas, and he trusted him to keep Max in check if he started to get any crazy ideas.
Harland rose up, putting his hands around Warren’s waist and pulling him up with him. He lifted him to his chest and tucked his head over his shoulder, supporting him with a hand cupped under his ass.
“Max, go get everything we need from the playroom and meet me in the parlor.”
“I will!” Max said, turning on his heel and running out the door.
“Pick a plug that I’ll approve of,” Harland warned, following. “If you don’t, I’ll lock up your cock and put you in the basement until Warren goes home.”
There was a crash, and then a minute later Max came barging back into the room.
“You wouldn’t,” he said. His eyes were wide, his tone furiously disbelieving.
“Maybe not in the basement,” Harland conceded. He put his hand on Warren’s back, stroking his thumb over the knobs of his spine. “Maybe I’d tie you up and hang you by the ceiling. You could watch while Warren and I had our fun.”
The darkening of Max’s eyes made Warren wonder if Max might not mind being tied up and dangled from the ceiling like a chandelier.
“I’ll pick something not too huge,” Max conceded. He retreated, striding away at a more measured pace than his initial mad scramble.
“Would you really tie him up and hang him from the ceiling?” Warren asked.
The idea of Max, with his bulging muscles and huge cock, tied up and helpless was both shocking and appealing. Warren knew that Max was the bottom in his relationship with Harland, but it hadn’t really registered that he subbed for him, too.
Somehow, that made Max even more intimidating as a top and a dom. Max knew what it felt like to be put in bondage and disciplined, and so when he was dishing it out, he knew exactly what he was doing.
“Yes,” Harland said, kissing the side of Warren’s head. “And he’d love every minute of it. Except maybe the cage. We’ll see how he takes to that.”
When they reached the parlor – which was really just a living room – Max was already there waiting for them.
“I got the stuff,” he said, lifting the bondage bag up and showing it to them. Inside the bag were the toys Warren had requested, the topmost of which was a butt-plug whose circumference was only slightly thicker than Harland’s cock.
The plug was intimidating, and Warren knew he would struggle to take it, but it wasn’t outrageous.
“Very nice,” Harland said, setting Warren down on the leather couch and walking over to Max. He pulled him in by the strap of his chest harness and kissed him.
The kiss quickly evolved into a full-blown make-out session.
Warren watched, wishing that Harland had kept hold of him.
It would have been so nice to be crushed between them while they went at it.
Harland and Max groped each other – licking violently into each other’s mouths – and while Harland was clearly the more dominant partner, Max was giving as good as he got.