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Returning to Vander was the highlight of their week. Especially for Jayce. In fact it had become a recurring highlight to spend the night with him and Viktor. But tonight was different.
While Jayce sits on the bed, leaning against Vander’s chest, receiving endless soft kisses while hot, large hands rub his chest and stomach, he can’t keep down the gasps from the fingers massaging him internally. His breath hitches when Silco, Vander’s husband, rolls his fingers and presses against Jayce’s soft spot inside him.
“You’re taking his fingers so well, love.” Vander praises. Jayce clenches around nothing as well as Silco’s fingers, that are deep inside his ass. His long fingers dig deep and far to tease his g-spot again and again. He’s been wearing a butt plug all day, and now he’s just thankful that he did, while Silco’s fingers caress him so intimately.
“You should see his cunt. Clasping on nothing but air.” Silco smirks while carefully working Jayce even more open. Jayce bites his lower lip, trying to contain the whimpering moans that Silco forces from him so effortlessly.
Just like last time, Viktor sits in the armchair next to bed, stroking himself. He’s not going to sit and merely observe as the two handsome men take his Jayce apart. No tonight he is definitely going to be playing along. But for now he’ll let Silco work his magic fingers on Jayce, and bring out the whimpers of the man. “Vander,” Viktor calls, “why don’t you inspect his front? Tease him. I know he’s been looking forward to your fingers. Among other things.”
Vander laughs and doesn’t disappoint when he catches Jayce’s eyes as his hand sneaks down through the chest, stomach and finally the mount of curls. With the adjustment, Jayce watches as the hand disappears between his legs. Thick and calculated, his fingers brush over his small cock, poking out from the folds, curious and excited. It’s easy to guess by Vander’s fingers he’s experienced as well as hard-working. Nothing compared to his calloused fingers, teasing, poking, squeezing around his folds like it is just his to play with. And according to Viktor, it is.
“Breath, pup,” he says with one hand between Jayce’s thigh and another around his throat. Not squeezing, but keeping him in place. With the constant stimulation of concentrated fingers prodding him with bliss, Jayce forgets to breathe, his back arches off Vander for a moment and legs daring to close. But Silco keeps his legs open. Instead he heels the mattress and pushes into Vander with a breathless gasp. His mouth open wide, trying to return air to his lungs.
“Silco, remove your fingers for a moment.” Viktor demands softly, but Silco only listens and removes his fingers. They glisten whilst a whimper manages to escape Jayce.
“No, no, more--I need more, please--”
“Vander, you should kiss him.”
He is only too keen to do so. He catches Jayce’s face between his fingers and moves his face so they’re eye to eye before he plants a wet kiss on Jayce’s lips. As predicted Jayce accepts it and suddenly air is hurrying down his lungs again. Moaning and devouring each kiss, Jayce leans into Vander’s enormous body and relaxes.
“Silco, why don’t you give him a kiss as well?” Viktor smirks and sinks his gaze to Jayce’s heated parts.
“I don’t usually take orders,” Silco begins, but catching Viktor’s eyes in a flirt he cocks his head slightly, “but I can do an exception, this one time. It doesn’t come cheap.” He flirts back, quite calm and sure of himself, making Viktor smile while admiring the slender man and his still tamed hair. Only a matter of time before it comes undone. With a slight adjustment to the bed, Silco trails kisses up along Jayce’s inner thighs. A set of touch that doesn’t seem to affect the back arching as much as it affects the clenching muscles and slick pooling down from his cunt and onto Vander’s thick and heavy cock. And a cock he loved so much himself. With a simple blow to Jayce’s small cock peeking out he summons a gasp and an arching back before he licks from rear to front.
“Yes!” Jayce calls out, excited, trying to gett a better grasp on Vander’s arms. He’s locked in between the heavy muscles while Silco works his way around Jayce’s warm folds. Already now he starts to shake. “Please, more!” He whines as Silco sticks his long tongue inside of him, dragging out slowly along his upper walls. Jayce’s head falls backwards on Vander’s shoulder and angles his lower body for Silco to devour him. Then his mouth is on Jayce’s small cock. In a split second they make eye contact and Silco witnesses the undoing he’s doing to the poor boy in front of him. He smiles and hums around the cock. Jayce’s legs shake hard and his cunt drips even more.
“Use your words Jayce.” Viktor demands, hand stroking himself until hard and ready.
“C-coming,” he shakes through his whole body, but Vander’s arms keeps him locked and steady.
“I think you’ve deserved it. Silco, make him cum.”
Silco holds onto Jayce’s thighs and begins to work with hums and tongue. He sucks hard on Jayce’s cock. A hand reaches for Silco’s hair and grabs onto it. Soft and curly the dark locks of hair intertwine with Jayce’s fingers as he grinds into Silco’s fantastical mouth.
“So good!” He whimpers. And then, two longer fingers enter his cunt while lips are locked onto his cock. The roll and press, spread and gather, while rubbing in and out, faster and faster, arching Jayce’s back so fast Vander can’t hold him down for long. With a short break Silco catches on again and reinserts his fingers, presses on the sweet, sweet spot inside of Jayce and juices floods from him as his legs shake violently.
With a groan Silco gets up from the bed and rises to his full height. Naked and with a hard cock poking out from his body he walks over to Viktor in the chair. A visit Viktor only welcomes dearly. Leaning on the chair’s back and armrest, Silco leans down. “Now what do I get in return?”
It is a self-satisfied smile, and Viktor knows when he owes Silco payment.
With a hand reaching up to Silco’s face he pulls him down and kisses him. Tasting all of Jayce juices on his tongue. With skill Silco’s fingers tangle around Viktor’s nape and pulls him in greedily. Cocks twitching in delight as they cannot release each other, they both know there’s a silent battle between the two of them. The first to moan loses. Whatever it is they’re losing neither really know.
Breaking off, Silco continues down Viktor’s jaw and onwards to the neck, whilst his other hand finds Viktor’s hard cock. With a ghosting finger Viktor hitches, but doesn’t moan. It is not unpleasant, merely a surprise as he takes in all the sensations Silco is throwing upon him. Then the fingers circle around his cock and manage a languid stroke. Eyes closed, biting his lips he loses as he exhales with a humming moan. He opens his eyes to spot a satisfied Silco. He plants one last kiss on Viktor’s forehead. “I believe it is your turn, to satisfy the lad.”
Viktor cannot be mad at Silco for besting him. But a deal is a deal. A deal he doesn’t mind doing. After all, why else are they here?
His leg is stiff. There’s no doubt about it. But Viktor manages to walk over to Jayce, who seems to be in heaven. Vander’s adjusted, better angled to reach Jayce’s cunt and warm folds even better than before and is busy massaging Jayce’s sweet spot. He can see the pearly sweaty beads on Jayce’s forehead. His body giving a shine in the light as well, and his cunt is soaked and glistening with fluids Vander keeps making him produce. Vander’s own cock hangs heavy between his legs, twitching at Jayce’s noises. Moans, whimpers and hitched breaths escape from Jayce as Vander’s fingers work inside of him with all the passion his long finger can perform. Only a mere warm up for what’s to come later.
A chuckle leaves Vander when Jayce cries out a moan. He doesn’t stop his finger from moving, but keeps it going. How long can he force orgasms from Jayce with just his finger? It isn’t until Jayce lays down, splayed out, legs shaking and back arching with each crashing orgasm running over him that he asks for a pause.
“How are you feeling, lad?” Vander asks, trying to remove his finger from Jayce’s cunt.
“Wait.” He gasps, his muscles clamping down on Vander’s thick finger. “Not yet, give me a . . . a second . . .” he gasps. Viktor puts his hands on Jayce’s ankles, squeezing them with his weight.
“Can you give us a colour, Jayce?” The way Viktor’s voice says his name is the anchor in his question. The way his name is said like the smoothest stutter ever known to man. To be honest, Jayce prefers the way Viktor says his name compared to anyone else.
Jayce huffs on the bed. Chest heaving, the shake of his legs diminishing slowly.
“Jayce.” Viktor asks again.
“Yellow. Yellow.”
“Can Vander remove his finger from you?”
Jayce swallows shallowly but nods. A whimper escapes him as the finger disappears. Vander brings it to his lips and sucks off the juices until it is only glistening with his own saliva. Then, with a gentle hand to Jayce’s head, he pads his hair, smoothing it calmly.
“You’re doing great, love. Better than anticipated. Are you ready for more?”
He takes a few deep breath before his eyes lock with Viktor, “slow?”
“If that’s what you want.”
“Please. I’m really sensitive.”
“I’ll be gentle,” Viktor promises and climbs onto the bed between Jayce’s legs. His cunt leaking and dripping without stopping. Then he looks to Vander, “would you mind giving us some space?”
Vander chuckles but can see his odd placement.
“Don’t laugh. Come to me instead.” Silco says from the chair and waits patiently for Vander to return to him while Jayce finds his way back to green with Viktor.
“Better?” Viktor asks, head to the side, watching Jayce carefully. He nods. Viktor leans in slowly. His cock brushing over Jayce’s mount of curls, twitching at the touch, while Viktor aims for Jayce’s chest. The soft relaxed muscle needs attention too. He peppers it with kisses. Across his scars and chest, upwards to his neck and jaw before he lands on Jayce’s soft lips. Viktor eases in with a slow grind against Jayce’s lower body. Up through the folds, chasing a pleasure on his own. A moan leaves him. He has no game with Jayce but utter pleasure.
Their cocks meet in a harder brush. Jayce looks up at the moan that left him. He can’t see it from there. And it doesn’t matter. Viktor is there with him. That’s all that matters. It has never felt this green. His chest feels lighter, his breath easier. He pulls Viktor down for another series of long, hungry kisses and somehow manages to tell him “green, green,” between them as if to hurry up. Viktor smirks at the urgency and lets his hand down south to angle himself to Jayce’s open, wet, cunt. A smile ghosts over his lips as he pushes in with a swoop and is fully seated inside of Jayce.
“Breathe.”
“ . . . my name . . . my name . . .” Jayce whispers breathless.
Viktor smiles again, and inches closer to Jaye’s ear to punctuate his senses. “Breathe, Jayce.” The sound of his voice is enough to make Jayce clench hard on Viktor. “Well done,” Viktor congratulates as he tries to rock into Jayce even more. With Jayce’s muscles acting like a vise it is the hard part to move through, but Viktor tries, drowning in bliss as well. As Jayce’s muscles relax, Viktor can work more efficiently. “Colour, Jayce?”
“Green, oh green, so much green.” His legs lifts upwards for a better angle as Viktor keeps rocking into him. Strong hands searches for Viktor’s face. He must show Viktor how well he’s fucking him. Pay him back, show him absolute devotion. Their lips lock and Viktor’s groyne pounds into Jayce with fervour. Moans cascade from them both. Tears fall from Jayce’s eyes. His legs begin to shake again from the oversensational pounding. “I love you,” he snivels between kisses, “more, please, yes, yes, yes, ah, Viktor yes!” He throws his head back and Viktor cums deep inside of him. His walls flutter, accepting the cum, claiming it, needing it so very desperately as this is the closest they will ever be to belonging together.
“Are you alright?” Viktor asks Jayce when he sees the tears filling on the edge of his closed eyes.
Jayce nods slowly.
“Do you want to stop for tonight?”
He shakes his head, “no.” That makes Viktor smile and leave a kiss on his cheek. A hum and a blissful sigh escapes Jayce.
Viktor pulls out and gets back up on his feet. A bit wobbly, Vander is quick to lend an aiding hand to reclaim a certain balance. With a quick thank you, across the floor, Silco moves and lets Viktor return to the chair. It is time for the main event. What they were here for.
Looking at Jayce so blissed out on the bed Viktor feels his chest swell at the sight. His partner, the love of his life, beautiful like cut from marble itself. And his. Well his to share under his own administration.
While Vander walks over to Jayce, patting him on his chest while he sits on the edge of the bed, summoning him back to the living world, Silco sits down on the armrest next to Viktor.
“We got lucky, didn’t we?” He asks. And yes they did. Their very own partner, with love and tenderness flooding from their finger tips. Watching their gentle giants interact has Viktor reach for Silco’s hand as well.
“We did. And so did they.” Viktor confirms, looking up at Silco. “Remember that. He’s lucky to have you too.” And then Silco slinks down to reach Viktor’s lips once again. Despite their slimness, Silco’s lips are full of softness. With each kiss they play with Viktor, hungry for more, but restrained until Viktor bites back and drinks him up. Another game, a test to see who will buckle first. In touch, in moan, anything really. But both seem to take the other in with each kiss. The chair is big enough for the both of them. With Silco straddling Viktor’s legs their cocks brush against each other. Deep in pleasure and naked, Viktor feels Silco’s skin on his body. Soft and smooth, and most importantly, warm. He pulls him closer by the waist. Their cocks brush further and they both elicit moans with a shudder. So sensitive and decisive to seek out the pleasure from them both.
Silco pulls Viktor closer behind his neck, hungry, desperate for more friction. But he shouldn’t. Not now. But the want, the want is there and so so clear. He must have Viktor to himself.
A hand holds around both their cocks and Silco grits his teeth in the silky touch. “You’re magnificent,” Viktor begins to stroke them both. “No, please.” That is enough to make Viktor stop, look up and scan Silco’s face for dislike. But there’s none. Only a soft face trying to catch his breath and not collabs from the pleasure. “I’m not as young anymore. Another time, I will have you like this with no interruptions I promise.” Of course, they were here for a different reason, and neither of them were the main event. No, the main event lies splayed out on Vander’s stomach. Big hands caress over Jayce’s naked, muscular back. They seek down to Jayce’s rear, grabbing the soft cheeks until one of them lets go and pins Jayce’s chin between fingers. Vander guides him closer and they share a kiss.
Silco and Viktor look at each other, both amused and warmed at the sight.
It is time.
“Are you ready, Jayce?” Viktor asks from the chair. Jayce looks to the side. He’s already soft and deep in bliss, but he nods as he lies on top of Vander’s chest.
Vander’s cock drips from the tip as he angles it towards Jayce’s front. From Silco’s standpoint he watches the muscles clench on nothing. A thin stripe of slick glides down to Vander’s groyne, ready to suck in anything no matter the size, which might be a good thing. As he angles the long shaft to Jayce’s cunt there’s the matter of size. He teases the entrance, eliciting noises of bliss from Jayce, shakes from his thighs at the touch. Until the head finally locks into place. He’s big. And Jayce has missed it. That big thick cock, filling him up so perfectly well he will dream of the size for the following weeks. Turning into a puddle as Vander stretches him out with slow movement, Jayce is in the midst of hitting a record of the longest humming moan ever heard to man. Vander keeps him steady. One hand on his back, the other on the back of his head, patting it softly while he settles inside of him.
“Oh--sooo--biiig--” he hums and they all smile at the beautiful sounds he lets out. “Fuck--”
At the touch of his cervix, he whines pathetically, and Vander looks up, “that’s it, you’re not getting more.”
“Colour, Jayce?” Viktor asks.
“Green--” Jayce drools on Vander’s chest. Between him and Vander he can feel the bulge of Vander’s huge cock deep inside of him. The very idea of it intensifies the buzzing in him Everything is buzzing. His head, his shoulders, his gut, his cunt. All of it. Oh he’s missed being this stuffed.
Then Vander begins a few experimental thrusts into Jayce that has him singing at the sensation. He begs for more like a child begs for bonbons. His cunt squelches at the thrusts, the stretch drives him mad for more. He needs more, more friction, more action, more faster, more anything. Vander stops a thumb in Jayce’s mouth to suck on and he does. Hungry and desperate he sucks as Vander’s hips thrust into him. How is he ever gonna fit another cock in him?
“Oh fuck, yes--mmh--fuck,” he moans, his head falling onto Vander’s chest.
“Let me fill you up real good, huh love?” Vander adds with a rugged growl.
Slick gushes from him when Vander hits deep inside of him. What will it take for Vander to push in even further, he wonders dreamlike. The overstimulation is already making him see stars as well as feel them in his pit, coiling and begging for release.
With a small series of rushing thrusts Jayce cums all over, gushing and slick driving down his legs and Vander’s cock. Body growing heavier. A moan sings from his throat and chest, till it is nothing but sweet music in the others’ ears.
With a nod to Silco, a hand finds Jayce’s hip. Silco’s cock, harder than it has been all night, eagerly pushes towards Jayce’s ass. A long hum sings from Jayce’s chest when the head finally breaches the barrier. Even Silco cannot contain the groan of need when Jayce’s slick ass pulls him in further. Settling better he holds on to Jayce’s hips. He’s full, so full and tight.
“Stop,” Viktor says before Silco even gets to thrust.
“What is it?”
“Jayce, what colour?” There’s a silence going through the room. What Viktor caught is a Jayce, with eyes closed tightly, and a few tears streaking down his face. “Jayce.” He sneaks closer to brush Jayce’s face with his thumb.
“Yellow.” He manages, whimpering, burying his face in Vander’s chesthair.
“Are you sure?” There’s no doubt Viktor is concerned, yet so utterly patient, it’s hard to fathom.
Oh he is so-so-so-so full. He never imagined he’d feel like this. Two cocks, so close to each other inside of him. Oh the idea of them both being in the same hole makes him even dizzier.
“Jayce, do you want one to pull out? Can you take a deep breath for me?”
Being full, so full it nearly feels choking, he tries. With Viktor’s hand on his shoulder, then back, feeling him take that breath, he nods. “I can do it. But, yellow.” He manages with a shaky breath. “Just let me get a feeling.”
They stop for the moment. While the stretch is long and pain turns to pleasure, Jayce can feel his body going from tense to pudding. He’s still insanely wet from earlier. Being with Vander and the excitement for Silco didn’t tone down how wet he was and Silco’s cock glides in easily. In fact it felt even more intense than usual. Wondering for how long he was going to soak through underwear at the thought of them alone.
Slowly. Going easy. They all catch on. The size difference is wild. He can feel his head spin as Silco and Vander continue at the same pace, but the movements are different, the sizes are different.
And it is heaven.
As he lets out a deep exhale he relaxes. Safe in knowing he can tell them stop if that’s what he wants. But that’s not what he wants now. He can feel his gut coil with a tingle. And he wants more.
“Green,” he finally says. Silco takes it as an invitation to thrust a little faster into Jayce. Moans come out with each thrust. Then Vander picks up the pace. His cunt and ass, used and fucked faster and faster by to strong men, and he couldn’t be more happy. There’s nothing he has to do, but take it. Receive the pleasure of the inside stimulation
They glide in and out of him.
Faster.
And more focused.
Silco snapping into him, with obscene sloppy movements that leaves Jayce whimpering and moaning. “Good boy, taking us both so well.” Silco praises and he can feel the clench the praise gives. A little tidbit of information from Viktor. Only praise makes Jayce clench and moan like a horny sinner. He can’t avoid his own groan from Jayce’s clench, but oh does he love it? Oh yes, indeed he does. Enough to make him snap even faster.
Meanwhile Vander snaps up into Jayce. “I can feel you inside, you feel so good, Canary.” Vander sings with a groan at Silco. There’s no hindrance anymore. Jayce is wet and keeps squelching hard and violently as they both fuck into him in earnest to the point Jayce has collapsed on Vander’s chest as they work him sloppy and leaking all over.
“Not feeling so bad yourself.” Silco smirks back, with a thorough grinding both Jayce and Vander groan and moan.
“Deeper,” Jayce demands with sloppy pronunciation. Neither of them hear him. Only Viktor does.
“Our dear boy wants it deeper, gentlemen.” Viktor says from his chair. In the midst he returned to the seat.
“What a pleasure. Good boy.” Silco praises and leans in over Jayce’s back. Jayce gasps as Silco pushes in further until there’s no more to give but a deep concentrated grind. He’s sure to look crosseyed in euphoria when Silco digs deep inside of him and is still trying to get further and further in. “You love cock, don’t you? Taking it so well.”
“Yes-yes-yes-yeeeeees--oh gods--” he moans, body limp, eyes fluttering at how deep Silco can get. Even his balls pressed up at him. Silco kisses the spot between his shoulders that turns Jayce into a deeper puddle.
“Vander, he needs you deeper than that.” Viktor reminds Vander. “He needs to be absolutely filled.”
And so Vander does as he’s told. Another good boy. He gives a series of hard thrusts into Jayce, until he presses all the way in. A heat coils in Jayce’s stomach and he can’t keep it together when he comes again between them both.
Drunk on cock and slick Jayce’s words grow slurred. His mind is a fuzzy cloud and he giggles slowly while his whole body grows limb. Pliable and usable is what he is.
Viktor gets up from his seat and walks over. Catching Jayce’s eyes is difficult, but with a tilt of his head they lock and Jayce smiles at him. “Are you ready for one more?” His own cock, hard again, pokes out and points at Jayce’s face. Jayce’s eyes light up, but he can barely move. It is awkward, but Jayce wants it. He’s already drunk on cock but he needs more. “Do you want them to cum in you, Jayce?”
He shivers at Viktor’s pronunciation of his name, and Vander chuckles with a “I’ve stopped counting how many times he’s come.”
“Just means we’re doing something right.” Silco adds.
“Viktor,” Jayce mutters, begging Viktor to come closer and fill his mouth. But he can barely lift his head. But when he opens his mouth, he lets Viktor use it as he pleases. He doesn’t care. He needs it. Missing Viktor in this heaven-turned activity.
Suckling the cockhead he whines and moans at the saltiness, too limp to even lift his head better, begging Viktor to use him as well. The hard yet soft flesh, moving further into his mouth until it hits the back of his throat. He hollows out his cheeks as best as he can. Between him and Viktor there’s no bet, no game, only constant pleasure they can have from each other, with each other. That’s what matters.
“Couldn’t be without me, huh? Good boy.”
Jayce moans.
Filled in three different places Jayce couldn’t be more happy. He’s doing good, he’s just as he’s supposed to be. Happy. At peace.
Silco and Vander adjusts, finally given the chance to chase their own release and do it all in Jayce. Viktor is far more gentle. Having already cum in him he’s not in a hurry but feel the warmth of Jayce’s mouth. He digs his fingers into Jayce’s once so pretty combed hair and holds on to it as he thrusts shallowly into his mouth and throat.
Once again Silco chuckles, “you feel amazing pup,” aimed at Vander. Anything else would be surreal. How could this not feel amazing? Feel right. Just supposed to be like this. They’re so close they’re practically kissing through Jayce when their cocks brush past each other. Vander grabs on to Jayce’s ass, holds him in place and fucks deeply into him. Hitting the walls with a speed and a need to finally unload.
Then he falls out and Jayce gasps at the lack of cock in him, even Viktor’s cock pops out of him as well. Even Silco gasps at the brush. With a quick arrangement, Vander finds his cock and teases Jayce’s entrance once more, just as much as he does himself. Viktor finds Jayce’s warm mouth again and begins to thrust shallowly and Jayce tends to it like a pacifier.
The cock head brushes the edge until he pushes in and resumes his brutal pace. Jayce goes crosseyed at the speed and moans hums into Viktor’s cock and spine, demanding he holds on faster to Jacye’s hair.
“Such a little happy cockslut,” Vander utters and feels Jayce’s walls flutter around him, when suddenly the first round of cum explodes inside of his cunt. So full. So full. Only Vander can make him feel so full and wet. Going limp, Vander thrusts into him, emptying his balls with each thrust until it is seeping out of him at the same time as he pushes more and more into him with intense growling groans. The idea of pregnancy doesn’t even hit Jayce, that’s how far away he is, accepting it bit by bit and loving every second of it.
“More--” he mutters with Viktor’s own thrusting cock in his mouth, but it doesn’t come out with any understanding.
Then Silco finds his speed. His chase begins, and just like Vander he increases speed and intensity. He pulls Jayce’s hips close to his thrusts, trying to dig himself deeper into the other man with roughness while Vander’s cock is still inside of Jayce. With each thrust he scoots a little bit further over Vander’s body, but there’s no way he can stop it. The dragging and the pulling back, he is nothing but a doll, a fuck-toy for Silco to find his pleasure. And he fucking loves it.
“Bet you can’t get enough of this. I’ll fuck you all night.” He says, and Jayce reacts to it, tensing and clenching and . . .
With that final hard thrust Silco cums, stuttering all coming words for the moment. Powerful and dizzy Silco pulls out of Jayce who’s become a pliant body of acceptance. His mind is in the clouds, his soul in ecstasy stasis. He shakes and can’t stop from another mix of orgasm and clenching around Vander’s thick cock. Only a muttering moan leaves him as they all pull out. Even Viktor. At this point he can’t bring himself to use Jayce more than he’s already been. He crouches down and finds his eyes, half-lidded and full of tranquility.
“You did so well Jayce. We’re done now.”
He hums something Viktor can’t translate, but since there’s no sign of displeasure he softly rubs Jayce’s cheekbone.
A while later Silco returns with a wet cloth. Vander gently pulls out and drags out another hum from Jayce. Even though Vander is a big man, and Jayce might feel like a handful of pebbles on him, he needs to stand up, or at least sit up. He’s getting older, there’s no denying them. At least finding Jayce and Viktor brings a sense of youthfulness to his life he can’t tempt too much without consequences.
With his help they get Jayce down on his back, slowly wrapping him in a blanket while Silco cleans up between his legs. Whimpers begin to leave Jayce at the touch of the material against his sensitive parts. Even tears leave his blissed face, and his body reacts slower than he can keep up with. Then Viktor holds him and he melts into the touch of his partner.
Another deep satiated hum of pleasure leaves him. A hum of home. A hum of safety.
“Feeling better?”
Jayce nods slowly.
“Good. Did you enjoy it?”
Jayce nods again. Tired and slowly returning to the room.
“You need something to drink,” Vander adds calmly, bringing a water jug and four glasses for them.
“Let him return first.” Silco juts in with a smile, “let the boy come to his senses. It takes a lot of effort to fit your cock, remember?”
“Oh right.” Vander chuckles as he pours water for them all.
Leaning up against Viktor is the best Jayce could ask for at the moment.
“You did so well. You came so many times, it’s alright if it takes a bit of time to come back.” Viktor encourages. Then slowly he goes over the evening’s event. Jayce shudders every now and then, “you used your words, you were clear in your wants. That was beautifully done.”
As they take the bed for unwinding, Viktor spots Vander and Silco sitting in the chair together, equally unwinding from the session. They speak, with eye contact and nodding or even thinking for a moment before they speak. Going over their experiences. He can’t hear what they’re talking about, but that doesn’t matter. He just needs to be present for Jayce when he comes to.
Vander pulls Silco into a deep kiss. Even though they’re older, it doesn’t look like the feeling of young love his dissipated from them. In fact it only seems well taken care of, minded, cared for. He wishes Jayce and him will be just the same.
And Jayce comes too. At first he looks a bit confused. The last he remembers was being on his stomach, and now he was leaning up against Viktor. Viktor pads his hair.
“It’s alright. You just went into a trance. It’s normal. Does anything hurt?”
Jayce nods, but he can’t quite define what is hurting, except something between his legs.
“It’s normal it will hurt a bit. We’ll just have to be a little gentle with you in the coming days.”
“As long as you’re the one taking care of me.”
“Don’t worry. I will.” He plants a sweet kiss on Jayce’s temple, humming quietly as Jayce returns to him in his arms.