Chapter 28 Buckle #2
Perry leans up on his elbow, grinning like some kind of sex demon. “Do you want me to show you how, sweetness?” He’s not even pretending to hide the way his dick twitches at the idea.
“I kind of want to try it myself, first,” Abel says. He glances at me, as if expecting me to laugh at him. “Is that okay?”
I nod. “It’s more than okay.”
Abel pushes himself up, wobbly at first. He kneels next to us, scanning both our bodies. “I want to suck both your dicks,” he says, voice trembling but determined. “Stay where you are.”
I share a look with Perry, and he shrugs, settling in beside me with an exaggerated stretch.
Abel trembles, but not with fear. He starts with Perry, reaching out with both hands.
He cups Perry’s cock, running his thumb over the tip, and Perry lets his head fall back against the sheets, moaning aloud.
Abel’s first movement is cautious, almost scientific.
He bends low, nose nearly touching Perry’s skin, just breathing him in.
His throat bobs as he swallows, maybe fighting a wave of nerves or anticipation.
Then he licks, just a single stripe from the base to the head, and Perry twitches in response, a soft “oh” escaping him.
I’m not sure if Abel expected that reaction, but it clearly delights him. He glances up at me, looking for approval or maybe just permission, and I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. “Good?” I ask.
He nods, then licks again, a little more confidently. Again, Perry’s hips jerk, and Abel grins wide. “He likes it,” Abel says, voice full of wonder.
“I love it,” Perry agrees.
Abel takes his time, mapping the territory with slow, deliberate moves.
He laps the length, circling the crown, then pulls back to watch as Perry’s cock twitches from the attention.
When he finally takes the tip into his mouth, Perry makes a strangled, desperate sound.
Abel’s eyes go wide, the feeling, maybe, or just the raw power of it, and then he goes back in, bobbing his head a little deeper, working out the rhythm.
His tongue darts around the slit, and he pulls off with a messy, satisfied grin.
Perry’s panting now, his whole body tensed like a bowstring. “You’re a fucking natural, sweetness,” he says, voice nearly wrecked.
Abel glances at me, pride and need warring on his face. “Can I…” He gestures toward my cock.
I can’t even find words. Maybe the language center of my brain has shut down, maybe the rest of my body needs all available bandwidth to just process the feeling of Abel kneeling between Perry and me, gingerly wrapping both hands around my cock.
He’s careful at first, as if he’s handling a priceless book, but his curiosity is ravenous, he keeps glancing up at me, at Perry, like he’s searching for a sign that he’s doing it right.
The sight of Abel so focused and eager sends a hot, raw spike straight to the base of my spine.
He leans forward, a little awkward, and hesitates with his mouth hovering just over the head. Then, as if making a decision, he goes for it. Lips part, tongue flicks out, and his mouth glides down over me. Just the tip at first, then a little more, but not much more. I’m probably too big for him.
I let out a strangled sound that’s somewhere between a gasp and a prayer, and Abel freezes, alarmed, but when I tangle my hand in his hair and nod encouragement, he resumes, even bolder this time.
His lips are so soft, his tongue even softer, and he keeps up this careful, almost scientific rhythm, like he’s collecting data with every motion.
I try to keep still, but my hips have a mind of their own.
Abel seems to like the feedback. Every time I twitch or grunt, he stops, retraces his last move, and then repeats it, like he’s marking it down in a ledger for future use.
The next time he glances up, his eyes are bright and hungry.
I can’t help but smile back at him, though I’m pretty sure it’s more of a grimace at this point.
Perry, meanwhile, is propped up on one elbow, observing with rapt, appreciative attention. “You look so good like that,” he purrs, low and reverent. His hand strokes Abel’s back, slow and firm, a tactile vote of confidence. “Taking care of our Alpha. So proud of you, sweetness.”
The praise makes something in Abel light up.
He redoubles his efforts, sucking a bit harder, and I have to dig my hands into the mattress to keep from thrusting up into his mouth.
He works his way down my shaft, then pulls back, making this wet little pop that sounds obscene in the quiet of the room.
His hands squeeze more purposefully, stroking in time with his mouth, and the coordination nearly does me in.
“Oh, fuck, Abel,” I manage to grind out, my voice cracked and breathless. “You don’t have to, fuck, just, only if you want.” The words sound ridiculous even as I say them, but I need him to know he can stop at any time.
He pulls off, lips swollen and slick, and glances up at me with a lopsided, messy grin.
“I want to,” he says, voice low and undeniably sure.
“I want to see how far I can go. Hawks don’t have gag reflexes.
” He punctuates this with a bold, almost cocky lick up the underside, then takes me back in, deeper this time. My vision whites out at the edges.
Perry laughs softly. “He’s a quick study, isn’t he?” The hand on Abel’s back slides up to his neck, scratching at the base of his skull in a way that makes Abel shudder. “You’re making our Alpha wild, sweetness.”
I’m barely hanging on. Abel finds a rhythm, moves faster, braver, then slows to savor each reaction.
He’s so attuned to my body, every little movement, every sound, he might as well be reading my mind.
He tries taking me deeper, angling his head, relaxing his jaw, finding a trick that works for him.
His brow furrows in concentration, and the effort only makes him look more gorgeous.
I reach down, stroking his cheek, and he leans into it, never breaking pace. Perry shifts closer, his own erection flagging for attention, and Abel’s hand goes on autopilot, stroking Perry even as his mouth is occupied with me. The multitasking is sloppy, enthusiastic, and so fucking endearing.
“Good boy,” Perry says, soft and sweet. “You’re doing so well.”
Abel’s cheeks go pink, but he doesn’t slow. He speeds up, then slows again, tasting, adjusting, perfecting. The whole time, he keeps looking up at me, drinking in my reactions, like he can’t get enough.
I start to warn him. “Abel, I’m close. You can stop if you want.” But he just shakes his head and clutches me harder. The pressure builds and I’m coming. Hard, with a shudder that feels like it starts in my toes and detonates out the top of my head.
Abel pulls back a little, but he doesn’t stop. He milks me for every drop, and the sensation is almost too much. Another wave of pleasure crests even as the first recedes.
He finally lets go and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. There’s cum on his chin, on the bridge of his nose, and he looks up at me, sheepish and proud at the same time. He glances over at Perry, who’s watching him with open awe. “Did I do okay?” Abel asks, voice hoarse but hopeful.
“You did perfect,” I manage, still reeling.
Perry grins and pulls Abel into his lap, kissing him deep. “You did more than okay. You’re a star.” Perry licks the stray cum from Abel’s jaw, murmuring approval with every swallow.
Abel giggles, then collapses, sprawling across the tangle of our bodies.
He’s panting, exhausted, but his hands keep roaming, restless, as if he can’t believe we’re real and needs to reconfirm it every second.
Perry wraps his arms around Abel’s middle and props his chin on Abel’s shoulder.
I run my fingers through Abel’s hair, coaxing him to relax, and he sinks down between us like he’s found the only place on earth he’s ever belonged.
We lay there, all three of us, for a long while. The only sound is our breathing, gradually slowing to something almost peaceful. Abel’s heartbeat thunders against my ribs. Perry kisses his temple, then mine, and each touch feels like a blessing.
Abel is the first one to break the silence. “I never…” He trails off, searching for words. “I never thought I could do that. Or like it. Or want it.” He sounds astonished, like someone who’s just learned a secret about himself that he can’t wait to try again. “I liked it a lot.”
Perry laughs and I echo it. “I think we all did,” I say, pulling Abel closer.
The afterglow feels endless, but so does the safety, the rightness. Abel keeps running his thumb over the back of my hand as if he’s checking for a pulse.
He turns to look at Perry then me, face open, vulnerable, and so full of wonder it almost hurts. “Thanks for letting me try,” he says.
Perry stops his wonderful touches. “Letting you? We’re the lucky ones, sweetness.” He wraps us both tighter, squeezing until we all have to laugh.
For a long time we just lay there, tangled and sticky and happy, nobody in any rush to move.