Chapter Henry
Henry
“Is he still out there?” Henry asked.
Sawyer was sitting in the window seat of the master bedroom with his laptop on his lap. His fingers were flying over the keys. His final project was due that night and he was almost finished.
“Probably,” Sawyer said. He shook his head and turned back to his notes. He made a couple other adjustments, then closed the file. “Done. I think. Probably.”
“Just send it already,” Henry said. His voice might have had a tiny whine but he didn’t care.
Sawyer had locked them in the master bedroom after Draco had gone all caveman and started carrying them everywhere.
Henry’d thought it was kind of cute, except that Draco had kept making him eat stuff and his stomach had actually pooched out from all the food.
Then Draco had laid his head on the bump like it was precious. It had been a bit over the top.
He’d done the same thing to Sawyer, but instead of just taking it, Sawyer had put his foot down.
He’d pushed Draco out of the door, then shut it in his face.
He’d then informed Eduard and Andvari that he had two days of work to do and that it was their job to keep Draco distracted until he was finished.
Luckily, Henry had some work to do as well.
He’d been reading as many books as he could get his hands on, trying to get a better understanding of his magic and how he was supposed to use it to keep the Chosen One safe.
Now that he understood he could take some of the magic from the other guys to add layers of protection to the wards, he wanted to do it.
But he figured there must be other abilities he’d yet to figure out, especially ones involving the other elements.
His magic was related to air, and he had a solid familiarity with earth magic, as shifters were all connected to that element.
Both Draco and Eduard were fire elements, which he was somewhat familiar with because of his Uncle Meshaq.
He’d never met someone whose magic was from the water element.
Needless to say, he had a lot to learn. He wouldn’t be a guardian who just did wards and had visions. Right?
“And sent.” Sawyer closed the laptop and gulped. “Oh, God. It’s really done.”
“Yeah. Now can we please leave the room?”
Sawyer laughed and jumped onto the bed where Henry had sprawled after he finished the last chapter in one of his books. He straddled Henry’s hips and gave him a wicked grin. “You sure you want to?”
Henry ran his hands up Sawyer’s thighs with a grin of his own. “Now you get frisky.”
“Now I’m horny. Should I release the kraken?”
“If that’s code for let Draco in here to fuck us stupid, then yes, release away!”
Sawyer laughed and jumped to the side before rolling off the bed. Draco was sitting on the floor in the hallway, his face a huge scowling pout.
“Want to punish me for being a bad, bad boy?” Sawyer teased.
Henry cackled.
Draco’s scowl deepened. “Maybe,” he said.
“My project has been submitted. Come celebrate with us.”
Draco climbed to his feet, his scowl steady on his face. “You shouldn’t have locked me out.”
“You were going to keep me sitting on your dick for days at the rate we were headed, and as much fun as that sounds, I really didn’t want to miss my final. You know how important it is to me.”
“I know.”
“So, admit that you were being a little over the top so I had to do it to get my work done. And the moment I finished, I came to find you.”
“That helps.”
“Good.” Sawyer smiled up at him, then wrapped his arms around Draco.
“You really thought I was going to keep my dick in you for days?”
Sawyer arched a brow and Henry choked back a laugh. “Look me in the eye and tell me that wasn’t what you were planning.”
Draco looked away.
“Exactly. But now my project is done and Henry’s finished his magic book so we’re both free and clear for you to stick your dick back where you want it.”
“You’re delightful today,” Draco snarked.
“Of course I am. Are you really not going to fuck me? Do I need to call—”
Draco shut him up by plastering his lips to Sawyer’s. It worked. Henry propped himself up on the pillows and enjoyed the ravishing as it commenced. He’d just started to slip his hand into his pants when Draco pulled back and shot a frown his way.
“Don’t even think about it,” he growled.
Henry scowled and dipped his fingers lower. “What, you gonna stop me?”
Sawyer cackled and pulled away from Draco. He jumped onto the bed and flipped onto his back. He had his pants shucked down to his knees and his cock in his hand before Henry had stopped bouncing.
“Yeah, big boy. What are you going to do?”
Draco’s grin turned feral and he climbed slowly up onto the bed. He knee-walked toward them, a panther on the prowl, licking his lips. His eyes glowed, burning with a brightness that sent shivers down Henry’s spine.
He remembered that big body braced behind him, pushing inside.
He whimpered, gaining Draco’s undivided attention.
Draco licked his lips as he reached out his hands and grabbed Henry’s ankles.
With one tug, Henry was halfway down the bed, his thighs spread wide.
Draco pulled his shorts off leaving him completely bare to Draco’s heavy stare.
“He’s pretty, isn’t he?” Draco was staring at Henry, but his words were meant for Sawyer. “Don’t you want to touch him?”
Sawyer made a little needy sound and moved closer to Henry’s side. The moment he reached out his hand, Draco snagged it by the wrist.
“Do you think you deserve it? Weren’t you a bad boy?” Draco’s smile turned wicked and Sawyer groaned.
“I wasn’t that bad,” Sawyer protested.
“Oh, I think you were. And I think as punishment, you don’t get to touch until I say you can.”
Sawyer pouted but Henry could see that he was considering his options carefully. “Okay,” he agreed.
Draco purred and leaned over Sawyer. He kissed him hard and deep, leaving Sawyer panting for breath when he pulled away.
“Now, as for you…” Draco’s attention was back on Henry.
He gulped.
Draco grinned. “I want to get you all stretched out and ready, and then, if Sawyer is a really good boy, I want to watch him fuck you.”
Henry’s cock leapt and bounced against his belly. “I’m good with that.”
“Baby wants his tight little hole filled, doesn’t he?”
Henry couldn’t say he was wrong. He bit his lip instead. Fuck, Draco was the hottest thing he’d ever seen when he got like this. Well, he was hot all the time, but when he dialed the sexy up to an eleven, Henry’s brain melted. “I really do.”
Draco ran his hands over Henry’s thighs, kneading his muscles and creeping closer and closer to his groin.
His knuckles brushed against Henry’s balls and they pulled up against him.
“So sensitive,” Draco purred. “Gonna shave you clean and see how sensitive you are then. What do you think, Sawyer? Should we keep him bare?”
Sawyer practically drooled over the suggestion. Henry reached for his cock, desperate for some sort of relief, but Draco grabbed his hands and pushed them down onto the bed. “Don’t move them or we stop,” he ordered.
Henry whimpered, but didn’t argue. He really didn’t want Draco to stop. He raised his hands over his head and gripped the edge of the mattress. It was too bad Eduard hadn’t ordered a bed with posts or something else for him to hold onto. It would have come in handy.
“Good boy. Such a pretty little thing you are, Henry.”
Draco’s thumbs started moving again, creeping up his thighs and rubbing over his taint. Henry cried out, his body so hungry he could barely stop himself from coming.
“Sawyer, get me the oil. And Henry, if you come, I’m going to be very disappointed.”
“I won’t,” Henry said. He only hoped he could keep his word.
Sawyer dribbled oil over Draco’s hands and down Henry’s crease. He leaned his head against Draco’s shoulder and stared at his hands as they worked Henry’s flesh, teasing him over and over.
Draco pressed a quick kiss to Sawyer’s head, then pushed Henry’s legs further apart. “Sawyer, hold onto his ankle for me. Keep him nice and wide.”
Sawyer shot a wicked grin his way, then held on as Draco instructed.
Henry was wide open, bared to their looks, their touch, their everything.
He panted for breath, bit at his lip to try to distract himself as Draco dipped one oil-slicked finger against his hole.
“Look at you, Henry. Such a hungry little hole. You sucked that finger right in, didn’t you?
Missed my cock, huh? Sweet, sweet boy. I wanted to fuck you so badly before but didn’t want to hurt this little hole of yours.
I wouldn’t have though, would I? You’re so greedy for it, Henry.
Two fingers right in like you’ve been taking cock your whole life.
You haven’t had one though, have you, Henry?
Only my cock has touched this sweet little hole.
So tight I couldn’t get in there. But you’ll let me in now, won’t you? Only mine.”
Henry whimpered, his mind a whirlwind of thoughts and needs and everything.
He’d seen some really good porn like this and had been curious about it.
He wondered what Draco would do if he played along, said what he was thinking, acted out a fantasy he never thought he would be able to.
He took a breath, another. “Only your cock, Daddy. I’ve been a good boy. ”
Draco’s eyes shot to his, gleaming with a bright fire. He grinned, wicked and bright. “Oh, I like that, baby boy. I like it a lot.”
“Good god,” Sawyer said. “You almost made me come, Henry. Fuck, that’s hot.”
Henry grinned and lowered his lashes, looking up at Draco in a way he’d seen in one of the many videos he’d watched. “Please, Daddy. Make me feel good.”
Draco growled and tugged Henry’s body up, before he buried his face in Henry’s ass. His tongue licked at Henry’s hole, then stabbed its way in, loosening the tight muscle. When Draco pushed him back down and pulled Sawyer between his legs, he panted and gasped for breath.