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He gasped, eyes rolling back in his head, pleasure just shooting up his spine.
"Fuck, you're amazing, little bit. So tight. So hot." Jack groaned and repeated the movement.
"I... Good. So good."
Stephen's hands held his head still, one kiss becoming another, then another.
"I knew you'd love it," murmured Jack, moving a little faster now, filling him over and over with
hard heat.
He couldn't stop moaning, couldn't stop moving and kissing and jonesing on it. Then Jack found
that spot with his cock, the spot that made everything just light up inside him. Someone's hand
grabbed his cock and he almost screamed, seed pouring from him again.
"Fuck! Tight! God!" Jack had stilled, buried deep inside him while he came, his ass clamped down
tight around Jack's heat.
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He whimpered and fell forward into Stephen's arms, shivering hard. Jack moved gently, cock
moving in circles now instead of in and out. Shudders rocked him, keeping him hard and needy.
"Yeah, little bit. We're not nearly done yet. Gonna blow your mind entirely." Jack's slow motions
continued, never letting up for a second.
"N...not done?"
Stephen's chuckle didn't sound mean, more warm.
"I haven't come yet, sweet thing. And Stephen hasn't had a chance at your mouth." Jack started
thrusting again.
"I'm not sure he's up to a blowjob, love. I think you broke him."
Jack moved a little faster. "Is that right, Benji -- are you done?"
"I. I don't... No. Don't stop." He wanted more.
"You sure, little bit?" Jack's fingers danced over his spine.
"I..." He chuckled, the sound weak. He didn't know.
"Stephen and I could take care of ourselves." Jack didn't stop, though, or slow down, just kept
pushing into him over and over.
"No. No, I'm not. Not selfish."
"Didn't say you were," muttered Jack. One hand slid off his hip and down his spine again.
"Stephen, he wants your cock, lover."
"Mmm. You want to suck me, little one? Are you sure?"
He nodded, moaned low. "I want. Please."
"He almost begs as nicely as you do, Stephen." Jack's fingers slid up and down his sides.
"I don't beg."
He moaned low, squeezing around Jack's cock.
Jack moaned, fingers squeezing on his hips. "Of course not, Stevie. Now get your cock in his
mouth. I need to move."
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"Whiner." Stephen laughed and knelt before him, cock slipping over his lips. Oh. Oh, Stephen
tasted good. Fine.
Salty.
"Not whining, wanting." He could hear it in Jack's voice, that need, making his voice husky.
"He's lovely, isn't he?" Stephen rocked, pushed in, cock sliding over his tongue.
"Very." Groaning, Jack began to move again, pushing nice and slow, in and out.
Oh. Deep. Deep. He moaned around Stephen's cock, shaking with need, with overwhelmed hunger.
"Together, Stephen."
They both pushed in at the same time, finding a rhythm as they took him. Benji just shorted out,
eyes rolling back into his head, nerves firing madly. Oh. Oh, fuck him. So good. So much. They
moved faster and faster, cocks so hard and hot inside him. He could hear them, moaning and
groaning and saying filthy, sexy things, praising him.
"Oh, fuck. Benji. Gonna make me come." Jack took him with more and more force, cock hitting
that spot inside him over and over.
He sucked harder, eyes closed, entire focus on his cock, Jack's cock, Stephen's cock.
"Soon. God. Stephen. Kiss me."
He could feel them leaning toward each other, could hear the wet, sucking noises of their kisses.
Oh. Oh, god. He was gonna... gonna again.
Jack's thrusts turned into jerks, the cock inside him throbbing, filling him suddenly with more heat.
He whimpered, sucking hard as Stephen followed right behind, seed in his throat, on his lips. Jack's
fingers met Stephen's on his cock, both hands wrapping around his prick and tugging together.
He cried out, shaking violently as he shot, went boneless on the bed. Jack and Stephen kissed over
him again, and then sandwiched him between them, mouths meeting against his own lips. He
couldn't even respond, blinking and moaning, just hanging on.
"Do you think we broke him?" Jack asked, grinning wickedly.
"I definitely hope so, Jack-love."
If he could move, he'd pinch someone.
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Jack laughed and wrapped an arm around him, holding him against Jack's firm body. "Now we can
all sleep the sleep of the wicked and sated."
He nodded; he could sleep a little more. He so could.
"Mmm... yeah, that's it, little bit, just let go." Jack's hand patted his hip, the man nuzzling into his
neck.
"Mmm." Let go. Let go. He could do that.
"Yeah, just like that. We'll break out the toys when you wake up."
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Chapter Six
They'd had a wonderful, orgasmic day, blowing Benji's mind, among other things and now it was
time to go out to dinner.
He'd insisted on Swann's, calling to make reservations for the three of them.
Of course it turned out they had to make another stop first. Their sweet thing didn't have the right
clothes, so they had the taxi let them out at Paul Roger's first. Jack himself was dressed in dark grey
with a cream shirt and red tie. Stephen looked stunning as always. It was their little bit who stood
out. Not for long though.
"Our little bit needs a suit," he told Luc, the sweet brunette twink who worked for the store.
"Well, sir, what would you like? Double-breasted? Single?" Luc stared at Benji who started
fluttering.
"Oh, he'd look lovely in a double-breasted, wouldn't he, Stevie? Maybe in dove grey, with a mauve
silk shirt?"
"Mauve? Just put the child in pink." Stephen snorted, shook his head. "White with the barest hint of
blue, please."
Jack grinned. Stephen had the most exquisite taste. "Whatever Stephen says."
"I... Jack. Stephen... I can't afford..."
"Pshaw. You don't have to, little bit." He smiled at Luc, making sure the sales clerk knew that
money wasn't an object. "It'll be on me."
"But..."
Stephen rolled his eyes, leaning over and kissing Benji hard. "Hush."
Chuckling, Jack sat in one of the big leather chairs near the changing rooms. "You can thank me
properly in a moment or two." He looked toward the little booths and winked.
Benji's eyes went huge, and, fuck, wasn't that sexy - that little bit of panic. He let his legs spread, let
Benji see how just the idea affected him. His eyes flicked over to Stephen's and he grinned; he
owed Stephen for finding Benji. They hadn't had so much fun in ages.
"Go strip down, now. Luc will find you options." Stephen gave the sweet boy a nudge, bumping
hips with Benji.
Jack licked his lips, admiring his Stephen and Benji together. Perhaps they would both join Benji in
the change room...
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"Sit with me," he ordered Stephen as Benji went.
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