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Mmm ... Whit. Taste good. How was your week? His hands started working
off Whit's clothes, searching for skin.
Long. They're always long now.
Yes. Just like ours. Just waiting for our Whit to come home to us. He
purred and rumbled, sighing as Raine's heat covered his back.
Whit kissed him again, hot and eager, edged with hunger. This week seemed
especially long.
Yeah? He got Whit's shirt off, shifting so Raine could remove his pants.
Whit nodded. I got the results back on Thursday morning and all I could
think was how I wanted to come here and do everything we do, only without
condoms. Whit pushed their chests together, skin sliding on skin. It's
very hard to concentrate with what feels like a permanent hard-on. I almost
called in sick today.
Maybe we'll all call in on Monday. He took another kiss and another as
Raine climbed over him to remove Whit's jeans. His twin was starving,
hungry for the taste of that cock.
Whit's hands were pushing past the waistband of his pants, sliding around
his cock. He purred, arching into the touch. Then they were all naked,
rubbing and gasping, arching and moaning as skin met skin. Whit's hand
moved on his cock, sweet kisses taking his mouth. He could feel Raine
worming between them, hair slick and cool on his thighs as that hungry
mouth slid up Whit's cock. Whit's gasp pushed into his mouth, the hand
around his cock tightening.
He reached down, hands tangling in Raine's hair, fingers just touching the
hollowed cheeks. Whit began to whimper, hips moving, pushing that lovely
cock in and out of Raine's mouth.
Hungry. He growled long and low, mouth sliding over Whit's skin.
Oh yes. Whit's hand was still wrapped around his cock. Me, too. You know
... oh, Raine! If we ... shifted we could all taste...
Mm... His mouth found a nipple, started pulling, tasting.
Whit groaned and shuddered. Oh. Good.
He nodded, teeth tugging that hard bit of flesh, making Whit feel it, feel
them.
Oh, Raine. Coming. Soon. He surged up, took the kiss he wanted, he
needed. Whit came, crying out into his mouth and shaking hard.
As soon as Raine relaxed under his hand, Grey tugged his brother up,
tasting Whit on those hot, swollen lips, tasting the salt and bitter and
need there.
Whit moaned and the hand around his cock found purpose again, found a
rhythm. He rocked into the touches, biting and growling into Raine's lips,
hunger overwhelming, desperate. Then it was Whit pushing between him and
Raine, taking his prick in.
Grey arched, his cry echoing through the apartment, broken and needy and
shaped like Whit's name. Whit sucked him hard, head bobbing up and down
with an enthusiastic rhythm. His hips found that rhythm, answered it,
pleasure filling him with a swiftness that he hadn't felt since he was a
teenager, always hard and always wanting. Whit hummed around his cock,
making his flesh vibrate.
Raine took his mouth, dark eyes that were more familiar than his own
shining for him as he came hard, pushing deep into Whit's mouth, as Whit's
throat swallowed around him.
Sweet noises drifted up as Whit pulled off him, lips lingering to press
kisses on his flesh. He floated, purring and rumbling as he cuddled,
nuzzling open-mouthed into soft skin, warm skin, rich skin,
paledarksaltydelicious skin.
Oh, that was nice, murmured Whit. So good.
He nodded, moving until Whit was between them, until he and Raine could
share the cool, pale body.
A nap? Whit suggested softly. Before we eat ... again?
Raine's chuckle and the blankets falling over the top of them was all the
answer anyone needed.
* * * *
Whit sat in the dark, in between Raine and Grey. The movie was an indie
film that had the critics raving. He couldn't quite figure out why. It
wasn't very good.
On the other hand, even after spending several weekends with the twins,
sitting in the dark between them was something not to be missed. That was
very good. Grey's hand was in his lap, moving slowly along his inner thigh.
Raine's was in his hair, sliding slow and easy. His own hands had found
their homes on the twins legs, fingers stroking, petting solid thighs.
Mmm... Grey's purr tickled his neck, lips ghosting over his jaw. A soft
shudder went through him, his cock starting to fill.
Raine's chuckle was pure sex. Watch the movie, you two.
Why? Grey's mouth fastened over the vein in his throat, sucking lightly.
He gasped softly, hands tightening on their legs. He couldn't figure out
why either. It was an awful movie. Grey's tongue licked at his ear, purr
hungry.
He turned his head, searching for Grey's mouth in the dark. Grey met him,
lips open, tongue pushing deep. He moaned, lips wrapping around Grey's
tongue and sucking it deeper still. He drew Grey's purr into him, too, with
those hands sliding up his torso, teasing him.
He was glad suddenly that they'd sat in the very back of the theatre. His
nipples were stroked and plucked, the kiss never ending, growing heady and
wild. He spread his legs as far as he could, but he was bound on either
side by the seat. His hips pushed up into the air.
You two... Raine's voice floated over, husky and teasing, hand cupping
his balls, teeth sharp on his shoulder. Oh, they made him fly. They made
him want to do more than just neck, even if they were in public.
Someone's hand slid behind him, cupping his ass, fingers pushing into his
crease. God, their hands were everywhere. He should protest they were going
to far, that they should just leave, but he didn't want to. Excitement slid
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