Chapter 29 #2
Eddie is the tallest and broadest of the three.
Well defined muscles across a pale back, shoulders and arms bulging where he stood.
Eddie’s curved stomach and broad chest are a collection of hard muscles with a light dusting of dark hairs.
Thick, enticing thighs upon which lays an impressive length.
Both Hakeem and Jackson definitely stared low for too long-especially at the two barbells through Eddie’s nipples-as they stepped into the warm water raining down in the shower.
Jackson is the median in height between the three men, slenderest frame amongst them.
His body is made of sharp lines from the cut of his jaw to the definition of his chest and abs.
His torso is devoid of hair aside from the crown of dark hair just under his navel that leads down to a pierced erection at full attention, framed by the sharp V shape coming from his hips.
He notices him and Hakeem are both of above average size.
Him longer whilst Hakeem has more girth, whilst Eddie definitely holds the award of most gifted in terms of height, build and size.
The shower attachment stretches the length of the shower, allowing for warm water to rain over all three men.
Hair clings to foreheads, beads of water roll over the ridges and curves of their bodies.
Hakeem and Jackson tag team Eddie, pinning him to a wall with their hands on his soaked chest, fingers tracing along the small scattering of dark hairs across his pecs.
Eddie reaches around both men, a large hand cupping an ass cheek from either of them.
Eddie lets nails dig into Jackson’s firm ass and into Hakeem’s bubble butt, urging them on.
The glimmer in their eyes tells him they are more than willing to oblige.
They each start kissing across Eddie’s chest, hands worshiping every muscle whilst their tongues trace a path along Eddie’s body.
Jackson and Hakeem exchange no words, only sparse glances as they work in unison, eventually taking one of Eddie’s nipples each in their mouths.
Eddie moans in pleasure, his hand massaging their asses in response to the teasing of his nipple piercings.
He isn’t sure if the bond between mana matches went as far as telepathic communication, though it sure as hell seems like it when both men reached for his cock.
“Oh, shit.” That’s all Eddie manages in a breathy exhale when two warm hands wrapped around his length and teeth nip at his perky nipples.
While their tongues traced circles around Eddie’s nipples, lips sucking around the sensitive flesh, tugging at the piercings, two hands began to work their way up and down Eddie’s shaft, using the shower water to ease the friction.
Not wanting his boyfriends to have all the fun, Eddie let his hands wander to the puckered skin hidden by their ass cheeks.
Jackson and Hakeem go wide-eyed, the hands on Eddie’s chest digging into skin, mouth flying off in shocked gasps as Eddie traces a large finger around each of their holes. “Oh, fuck,” shudders Hakeem as his breaths grow short.
Jackson’s eyes darken as he looks up to see Eddie’s self satisfied smirk, “You sly dog.”
“I can’t let you two have all the fun, now can I?” Any sarcastic retort is silenced in Jackson’s throat as Eddie crashes their mouth together.
Urgent and rushed, an undeniable craving fills the kiss as their tongues intertwine between their lips.
Eddie pulls away in a gasp for air, only to dive into Hakeem’s expectant lips.
Hakeem lets out a whimper that gets swallowed into Eddie’s throat.
Not willing to leave either man unattended for long, Eddie prods at Jackson’s entrance with a finger, encouraging the elf to suck in a breath between clenched teeth and hold on tighter.
Both their grips loosen around Eddie’s member, an opportunity he was waiting for.
All the warning he offers as Eddie pulls away from Hakeem’s mouth is this, “Hold on.”
No question can be asked as Eddie crouches down to wrap an arm around both men’s legs, scooping them up into his embrace in one swift motion.
He moves away from the wall just enough to allow them both to wrap their arms around his neck, one leg each hooked around his torso.
They both swear in shock before dissolving into soft laughter.
“Hey Hakeem, have you ever seen something like this in one of your romance books,” asks Jackson as he smiles into the crook of Eddie’s neck, littering pale skin with kisses.
“Well,” says Hakeem between breaks from Eddie’s lips, which have only grown hungrier as more water showers down on their intertwined bodies, “there was one or two. Though the name escapes me at the momen-’’ He doesn’t get to finish before Eddie steals his lips once more.
Deciding they had washed enough for the time being (more to come if the day went as planned), the boys towel off and make their way to Jackson’s king sized bed.
They take a second to discuss how they would proceed from here, the logistics of needing to care for two partners.
In the end, Jackson and Hakeem start them off.
“Don’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. We can go as slow as either of you need to go, alright?” Jackson’s concern is earnest as he holds Hakeem’s face in his hands while laying back on propped up pillows.
Hakeem chews on his lower lip as he takes in the sight of Jackson laid bare beneath him, “I know. I think I can handle it from here. You just sit back and relax.” Jackson can only gasp as Hakeem slowly kisses his way down his chest, across his torso, stopping just shy of the crown of dark hairs around the base of his erection.
Silver eyes filled with desire look back up at Jackson, hands on his pale thighs, gently pushing them apart so he can nestle himself between them.
He angles his lips at Jackson’s head, tongue tracing the slit and playing with the balls of Jackson’s piercings, one hand holding it firm at its base.
His other hand massages the inside of Jackson’s thigh, earning him moans of ecstasy that fills the air in the apartment.
“Oh, fuck, Hakeem.” Hakeem adores how his name sounds coming out of Jackson’s mouth, almost pleading.
Eddie watches, his own hand working his hard length slowly, as Hakeem takes Jackson in his mouth.
Eddie chews his lower lips, eyes darkening with hunger as Jackson writhes in pleasure as Hakeem bobs his head, cheeks hollowing as he partakes in his cock.
Eddie breathes out a shuddering exhale, cock twitching in anticipation in his hand as Hakeem raises his plump ass in the air, arching his back.
He had grown flexible in the past few months, hard work apparent in the curve of his back and bounce of his ass.
Hakeem risks an inviting glance back towards Eddie, lips wet with spit as he releases Jackson from his mouth for just a moment.
Eddie takes hardly a second to oblige, hands reaching for Hakeem’s cheeks, eagerly squeezing them.
Hakeem’s moan of approval is all Eddie needs to dive in for a feast.
Hakeem moans are stifled around Jackson’s cock as Eddie nips at the tender skin of his ass, tongue tracing the puckered skin of his hole, licking and prodding, all the nerves flaring to life.
Jackson runs a hand through Hakeem’s brown hair, slender fingers tangling in his drying curls.
Jackson calls for a tendril to grab a bottle of lube from his nightstand, ever grateful they are listening.
Eddie and Hakeem take a moment to look up from their meals, eyes locking on the bottle in Jackson’s hand, “Do you gentlemen need a hand?” Jackson’s face is flushed, sweat rolling off his forehead, breaths short huffs as he propositions his boyfriends to move on to the next step.
Eddie and Hakeem nod in agreement, all starved for each other.
With a bottle in hand, Hakeem and Eddie lube up their fingers generously.
Hakeem dives back onto Jackson’s cock, the tip hitting the back of his throat.
Jackson’s voice escapes him as he arches deeper into the warmth of Hakeem’s mouth.
Before he can recover he feels Hakeem’s finger tracing along his hole.
Jackson must’ve been more relaxed than he thought as one knuckle slips into him, followed by the rest of the finger.
Jackson bites back his moans as he dips both hands into Hakeem’s curls, just as a second finger joins the first. “Oh, fucking hell. What do they teach you in those books you read? Fuck.” Hakeem can only moan as he works his fingers into Jackson, mouth full of his length.
Eddie lets Hakeem work Jackson for a moment before he massages his lubed fingers around Hakeem entrance.
Stifled moans mixed with labored breaths only rouse his appetite more as the first finger slips into Hakeem.
“That’s it. Slow and steady, babe. Slow and steady.
” He lets the one finger curl and massage Hakeem’s insides, looking for that sweet spot.
A startled yelp signals he has found his mark, especially as Jackson arches when Hakeem startles still around his dick.
Eddie soon adds a second finger and begins working them in tandem, loosening Hakeem up whilst stroking himself with his free hand.
Eddie positions himself to keep working Hakeem while allowing Jackson to take his erect member into his eager mouth. Jackson is mindful to keep his fangs in.