Albus’s hands grip James’s waist, one hand travelling, slipping down his stomach…
“Don’t touch his cock,” Teddy warns.
Al’s hand stops, and James mewls, mouth opening and silently begging for Albus’s tongue again, for his hand to disobey.
“Jesus, Teddy, if you knew how long I’ve wanted to touch his cock...” Albus growls. And hearing it sparks something wonderful inside James… something bright and warm.
“I can guess,” Teddy says dryly. “Just not yet. Not till after we’ve fucked him.” Teddy takes James’s chin and turns his head, looking James in the eyes. “He’s going to come from how full of cock his arse is.”
“God…” Albus breathes.
James stares at Teddy beneath him, his own lids grown heavy again. He leans forward slightly, coming off Teddy’s dick about halfway. Teddy holds his waist, steadying him, and James waits.
“Get your cock really wet,” Teddy instructs Albus while watching James’s face. They both feel it when Albus lines himself up.
James leans forward still more, inviting Albus to mount him. Albus whispers an obscenity, scuttling closer on his knees. James feels Albus against his back, the trembling of his body. Belatedly, Albus strips his t-shirt off, then he’s pressing in, skin to skin, his cock nudging Teddy’s and vying for James’s hole.
“Fingers first,” Teddy says. He cups the back of James’s head, watching his face for changes. James gasps when Albus slips one finger, and then two, in against Teddy’s cock. Teddy huffs a pleased moan.
James chances a look behind himself to see Albus’s expression is one of concentration mixed with awe. He slides his fingers in further, watching it, his face reddening in that way that’s so familiar.
“Does it hurt?” Albus asks.
James shakes his head. “...s’good,” he admits. Merlin, he’s never confided in anyone but Teddy about how much he loves that feeling of pressure inside… that sensation that he’s not only full but overly so. And now Al more than knows; he’s making James feel that way.
“One more finger,” Teddy instructs. “Make enough of a gap that you can slip the head of your cock in.”
Albus works a third finger in alongside the others. James whines high in the back of his throat. He aches with it. He feels deliciously unsteady, like reality is warping around him. He takes a lungful of air, his eyes rolling shut. His arse throbs, and for a moment, he’s afraid he’s going to come all over Teddy’s stomach before Al can even get inside him.
“Shhh,” coos Teddy. “Shh, shhh, I’ve got you.” One hand encircles the base of James’s cock tight enough to stave off the impending climax that Teddy saw coming. It feels so fucking good, that hand finally on his cock. James feels cared for, turned on beyond measure… suspended between two warm bodies, the two most important people in his life.
And then Albus grunts, fumbling his cock at the gap his fingers have made. It happens easily, more than he’d have expected.
“Holy shit,” Albus breathes as the head of his cock goes in. “Fuck.”
“Slowly,” Teddy says. He grits his teeth for a moment, lost in his own pleasure. “Easy now… pull your fingers out, Al.”
There’s something scandalous about hearing his brother’s name in Teddy’s mouth. It’s mad, knowing that their cocks are touching, squeezed tight together inside of him. They’re sharing him, experiencing each other. James finds himself overwhelmed, tears springing up in his eyes, having nothing to do with pain.
Albus follows Teddy’s tutelage and pulls his fingers free. He takes James’s hips in his hands and fucks a little farther into him, his breath choked off with it. Teddy cups James’s bum in both hands as he pumps his hips up, and his cock slides against Al’s inside him.
Then they’re both fucking him. James shivers as Al grunts close behind his ear, his cock burrowing deeper. Teddy’s hands tighten on the globes his his arse. James feels his arsehole stretch… feels the channel open for them… feels like there’s no part of him they’re not touching.
“Don’t touch his cock,” Teddy warns.
Al’s hand stops, and James mewls, mouth opening and silently begging for Albus’s tongue again, for his hand to disobey.
“Jesus, Teddy, if you knew how long I’ve wanted to touch his cock...” Albus growls. And hearing it sparks something wonderful inside James… something bright and warm.
“I can guess,” Teddy says dryly. “Just not yet. Not till after we’ve fucked him.” Teddy takes James’s chin and turns his head, looking James in the eyes. “He’s going to come from how full of cock his arse is.”
“God…” Albus breathes.
James stares at Teddy beneath him, his own lids grown heavy again. He leans forward slightly, coming off Teddy’s dick about halfway. Teddy holds his waist, steadying him, and James waits.
“Get your cock really wet,” Teddy instructs Albus while watching James’s face. They both feel it when Albus lines himself up.
James leans forward still more, inviting Albus to mount him. Albus whispers an obscenity, scuttling closer on his knees. James feels Albus against his back, the trembling of his body. Belatedly, Albus strips his t-shirt off, then he’s pressing in, skin to skin, his cock nudging Teddy’s and vying for James’s hole.
“Fingers first,” Teddy says. He cups the back of James’s head, watching his face for changes. James gasps when Albus slips one finger, and then two, in against Teddy’s cock. Teddy huffs a pleased moan.
James chances a look behind himself to see Albus’s expression is one of concentration mixed with awe. He slides his fingers in further, watching it, his face reddening in that way that’s so familiar.
“Does it hurt?” Albus asks.
James shakes his head. “...s’good,” he admits. Merlin, he’s never confided in anyone but Teddy about how much he loves that feeling of pressure inside… that sensation that he’s not only full but overly so. And now Al more than knows; he’s making James feel that way.
“One more finger,” Teddy instructs. “Make enough of a gap that you can slip the head of your cock in.”
Albus works a third finger in alongside the others. James whines high in the back of his throat. He aches with it. He feels deliciously unsteady, like reality is warping around him. He takes a lungful of air, his eyes rolling shut. His arse throbs, and for a moment, he’s afraid he’s going to come all over Teddy’s stomach before Al can even get inside him.
“Shhh,” coos Teddy. “Shh, shhh, I’ve got you.” One hand encircles the base of James’s cock tight enough to stave off the impending climax that Teddy saw coming. It feels so fucking good, that hand finally on his cock. James feels cared for, turned on beyond measure… suspended between two warm bodies, the two most important people in his life.
And then Albus grunts, fumbling his cock at the gap his fingers have made. It happens easily, more than he’d have expected.
“Holy shit,” Albus breathes as the head of his cock goes in. “Fuck.”
“Slowly,” Teddy says. He grits his teeth for a moment, lost in his own pleasure. “Easy now… pull your fingers out, Al.”
There’s something scandalous about hearing his brother’s name in Teddy’s mouth. It’s mad, knowing that their cocks are touching, squeezed tight together inside of him. They’re sharing him, experiencing each other. James finds himself overwhelmed, tears springing up in his eyes, having nothing to do with pain.
Albus follows Teddy’s tutelage and pulls his fingers free. He takes James’s hips in his hands and fucks a little farther into him, his breath choked off with it. Teddy cups James’s bum in both hands as he pumps his hips up, and his cock slides against Al’s inside him.
Then they’re both fucking him. James shivers as Al grunts close behind his ear, his cock burrowing deeper. Teddy’s hands tighten on the globes his his arse. James feels his arsehole stretch… feels the channel open for them… feels like there’s no part of him they’re not touching.