No More Clubs #2
Colin’s head was getting a little bit fuzzy from all the lust simmering between them—it had amped up considerably after he’d agreed to stay the night in town—but not so much that he couldn’t snark as they walked into their suite, “Why splurge? We’re not gonna use much more than the bed anyway.”
Fox shot him a ridiculous smirk, shutting the door behind them. “With you looking like that? We can’t take such a hot piece of ass home and not pull out all the stops.”
Colin pointed a finger at him. “No more clubs for you. I can’t believe the words ‘hot piece of ass’ just left your mouth.”
“I can,” Dane murmured beside him.
Right beside him, actually. The twins were closing in fast, in the same configuration from when they’d been dancing in the club—Fox behind, Dane in front. Fox’s body heat was an inferno at his back, and Dane’s gaze was no less fiery.
God. They were going to eat him alive, weren’t they?
Colin swallowed hard. “Well, I’m here,” he said, trying for flippant but coming off embarrassingly breathy. “What are you going to do with me?”
Fox’s arms snaked around his waist, his breath hot on Colin’s ear. “Dane here’s gonna suck your cock until you cry.” He laughed softly. “Or he does. Whichever comes first.”
Oh, was that all? All the blood in Colin’s body rushed south, and his hard cock pressed painfully against his zipper. “And what are you gonna do?”
Fox bit Colin’s ear gently. “I’ll keep myself busy, don’t you worry.”
Colin locked eyes with Dane, who was watching him so intently it was almost frightening. “Is that what you wanna do?” he asked. “Suck me off?”
Dane’s answer was a silent drop to his knees in front of him, his hands on Colin’s buckle. When Colin nodded, he wasted no time undoing Colin’s belt and tugging Colin’s jeans down past his ass.
It couldn’t have been easy work—those things were practically painted on.
“Sexy clothes are impractical,” Colin grumbled, mostly to save himself from the embarrassment of acknowledging he was already fully hard, his leaky cock bouncing up to his stomach once freed.
Fox’s hand slid up under his shirt. “We can handle impractical.”
Colin struggled to breathe as Dane grabbed his cock at the base, sliding his fist up in one smooth stroke, his gaze locked on Colin’s. “You look so beautiful, baby,” he murmured.
Colin smiled softly down at him. “Yeah?”
“You always do.”
Colin knocked his head back onto Fox’s shoulder, nuzzling his nose into his neck. “Dane’s my favorite tonight,” he murmured.
“Oh yeah?” Fox pressed a kiss to Colin’s bared throat. “And what if I gave you my wrist to drink while he swallows you down?”
Colin hummed to hide his overwhelming enthusiasm at the idea, breath hitching as Dane teased the head of his cock with his tongue. He grabbed Fox’s arm off his waist, bringing his wrist to his mouth.
He bit down just as Dane sucked him in to the root.
Oh fuck. He wasn’t messing around. Swallowing and tonguing at Colin like he was desperate for it.
Colin only managed a few swallows of Fox’s blood before he had to drop his wrist and wrap his arms back around Fox’s neck, just to have something holding him up. “Oh my fucking God.”
Fox’s soft laugh was almost mean. “You keep acting like Dane’s the nice one. Like he’s not just as hungry for you. He’d chain you to the bedpost if he thought he could get away with it.”
“Maybe—” Colin groaned as Dane swallowed again around the head of his cock, his throat muscles squeezing Colin tight. “Maybe that’s what I like about him.”
And then he couldn’t speak anymore, as Dane bobbed up and down on his cock with lethal intent.
Eventually, who knew how long after, Fox’s voice rang out again, his tone harsh. “You’re gonna make him come.”
Dane pulled off in an instant, his eyes watery and cheeks flushed. He looked almost as wrecked as Colin felt. Colin huffed at him. “Why’d you stop? Isn’t making me come the whole fucking point?”
Dane didn’t answer him, looking to Fox instead. “On the bed?” he asked.
And then Colin was picked up and tossed onto the massive hotel bed like a pillow, the twins on him in an instant, stripping him fully of his clothes. Colin went limp, letting them do what they would. Still, he couldn’t help griping, “I thought the outfit was what was getting you hot.”
“You think any clothes in the world could compete with you naked?” Fox asked, giving Colin’s hip a slap before ripping off his own clothes. “Legs up, slayer.”
Colin’s body moved almost without his permission, and in the next moment, he was on his back, his legs folded up to his chest, his ass practically in the air.
It was the kind of position that would have made him unbearably self-conscious before the twins had waltzed their way into his heart and soul and libido.
He was a little surprised when it was Dane that settled between his splayed thighs, Fox kneeling by his head on the bed. Fox rarely gave up a chance to fuck him. Maybe they were going to take turns. Colin’s cock leaked more precum onto his stomach at the thought.
Fuck.
He let his head fall to the bed as Dane’s slick fingers—when the fuck had he gotten lube out?—stroked around his entrance.
Dane and Fox must have been wordlessly communicating again, because above Colin, Fox pouted. “You didn’t get yourself ready for us?”
Sometimes Colin did, on nights when they were hunting. It always inevitably ended with him feeding on one or both of the twins, which usually led to fucking of some kind. He blamed it all on his slutty inner vamp.
Colin met his eyes and smirked. “Wouldn’t want you to get complacent, would we?”
Fox flashed him a wicked grin, his sulk immediately forgotten. “With you? Never.”
Colin could only gasp, heat flashing up his spine as Dane crooked his fingers in a new way. He cast a look at the hard cock bobbing in front of his face. “Am I going to blow you?” he asked Fox.
“You are,” Fox told him, voice soft like it was a love confession. He slipped two fingers into Colin’s mouth, pressing down on his tongue. “Can I move your head when you do? I won’t go too deep.”
Colin’s answer was embarrassingly fast. “Yes.”
Fox smiled down at him. “You better fuck him soon,” he told Dane. “I think he’s getting desperate.”
“But I’m having fun.” Dane scissored his fingers, making Colin cry out.
Still, he withdrew the next moment, and then a slick, blunt force was pressing at Colin’s entrance.
Colin sighed with pleasure and bore down, taking Dane inside him with something close to ease.
Fox waited until Dane was bottomed out before lifting the back of Colin’s head with a large palm, guiding the fat head of his cock in with the other.
Colin teased his tongue around, savoring the salty taste, before hollowing his cheeks and sucking in.
Fox groaned, his fingers clutching at Colin’s hair. “You know how many men wanted you in that club, baby?” he asked, then immediately answered his own question. “Of course you don’t. How many, Dane?”
“Too fucking many.”
“Too fucking many,” Fox agreed. “Don’t they know?” he crooned. “You’re our kept slut. We’re the only ones who get to see you like this. The only ones who know how to treat you the way you need. Isn’t that right?”
In answer, Colin sucked harder, flicking his tongue.
He didn’t think he’d been all that great at giving head at the start of this relationship—not that these two idiots ever complained—but he’d learned a lot since then.
It helped that he didn’t care anymore when his eyes watered and his spit overflowed—it didn’t matter with the twins.
He could be vulnerable as he wanted and never feel unsafe.
“Fuck, you should see him,” Fox growled, appreciation in his voice. “Eyeliner running down his cheeks.”
He liked the makeup? That was something Colin could do again. Unlike the clothes, eyeliner wasn’t uncomfortable.
He was vaguely aware that he was finding thoughts to latch onto so he didn’t lose himself completely.
He was dangerously close to that floaty, distant place that meant he was going to be fucked out and useless by the end of this.
Dane’s hips were pounding steadily against him, more enthusiastic than practiced, like the goal was to get off as soon as possible.
And maybe it was. Seeing Colin getting ogled in nice clothes was apparently an aphrodisiac for these two.
“I can see his face just fine,” Dane protested in a strangled voice.
Was he close?
Colin clenched his inner muscles, pleased when Dane swore in response. And sure enough, it wasn’t long before Dane’s hips stuttered and he groaned, filling Colin up.
Colin expected Fox to move down and take his place, but he kept right on sliding Colin’s head back and forth over his cock.
As promised, he wasn’t going too deep, but it was making Colin’s brain nicely fuzzy anyway.
Especially after Dane, instead of flopping down beside them, pressed two fingers back inside Colin.
He whined around the girth in his mouth. The fingers weren’t nearly as good as Dane’s cock had been, and no one was touching Colin’s poor dick.
“You’re torturing him,” Fox told Dane with clear approval. “What happened to being the nice guy?”
“He just looks so pretty with my cum leaking out of him.”
Fox leered down at Colin. “What do you think, baby? Should Dane take pity on you?”
Colin whined again in answer. And then blessed relief, as Dane’s hand gripped his cock, his fingers still inside him, his mouth leaving warm, wet kisses all over Colin’s chest.
Fox growled. “I want to come on your face. Can I?”
Colin nodded as best he could around his mouthful. He wanted that. His inner vamp wanted it too, the eager bitch. To be marked, to have the scent of their mates covering him from top to bottom.
Fox pulled out of his mouth, stroking himself furiously. “Fuck. Dane’s right. You’re so beautiful, baby.”
Colin was too busy coming all over Dane’s fist to give him any sort of reply.
They all collapsed on the bed after and spent an absurdly long time panting, petting one another’s skin lazily. Colin had a leg thrown over Dane’s hip, and Fox was behind him again.
And then Colin felt something hard nudging at his used entrance.
There it was.
He rolled his head on the mattress to catch Fox’s eye. “Again?”
“Can I?” Fox asked, pressing a kiss to Colin’s shoulder.
“I don’t want to do any work,” Colin warned.
“No work,” Fox promised. “Just let Dane kiss you.”
He entered Colin easily, setting a gentle, rocking pace. Dane captured Colin’s mouth, his hands petting soothing strokes down Colin’s side.
Everything was perfect. Fuzzy and soft and wonderful.
Colin had no idea how long it had been when Fox came again, his muscles quivering against Colin’s back.
Or how long it had been when Fox spoke again, his voice a soft murmur. “You’re right, Dane. He does look pretty with our cum leaking out of him.”
Colin aimed a swat at him, just because, but his arm was too heavy and he missed by a mile. “Clean up your mess, please,” he ordered instead, annoyed that the words came out soft instead of demanding.
It was Dane who crawled off the bed in the direction of the bathroom. Colin sighed happily, knowing a warm, wet washcloth would be on its way any moment.
Fox pressed another kiss to his shoulder. “Is he still your favorite?”
Colin was too fucked out to even try to lie. “It might be a tie.”
It always was, with these two.