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"Then here." Despite his dirty talk, Darren didn't want to genuinely cause the man discomfort. He pulled back Leander's hand so he could bend down and spit on his fingers. "Do it."

"Oh - !" Leander obeyed with a shivering cry as he pushed his fingers deep. He didn't hesitate, straining to rub inside himself, a tremor running through his whole body. "Ahhh, God, please!" His cock jerked again, leaking, his whole body trembling with each ragged breath. "Please order me to cum for you, Sir!"

Darren chuckled, drinking in his pleasure, his own body hot. "My beautiful, desperate whore." He nibbled Leander's earlobe, breath hot against his skin. "Finger your hungry little hole. Imagine me filling you while you come for me. I'm going to rail this hot little ass so good, pet. I'm going to use you as my fuck sleeve while Muscles takes your sweet husband apart with his huge cock."

"Oh god - !" Entirely caught up in his words, it was clearly too much for Leander to take. Crying out, he gave in to his need, straining to fuck himself as precum dripped from his straining hardness. "Please!"

"Come for me, beautiful." Darren groaned, drinking in the sight of him. Gratification rushed hot through his body as everything came to a head. Leander's cock spasmed as he pushed his own fingers deep with a cry. He erupted untouched, shooting arcs into the night air, painting the grass below him in slick ropes of his seed as he shuddered helplessly in his embrace.

"Fuck, that's it. Good boy." Darren sucked at his neck, fingers digging into Leander's hip as he prudently held back from doing more. "God, you beautiful whore. I can't wait to have you helpless at my feet, begging for my cock."

Panting, an incredulous laugh escaped Leander's throat. "Please, Sir? We can do that?"

"If my husband is in agreement." He couldn't imagine Miles saying no, but he had to be sure.

"Not now?" Leander twisted in his grasp, rubbing intentionally against the ridge of his arousal. "I can't let my new Master suffer. Won't you let me take care of that, Sir?"

"No sex," Darren growled, despite the temptation. Despite aching to tangle his fingers in the man's dark curls, shove him to his knees, and shove his cock past his cheeky lips.

"Join me, then." Leander twisted more, nuzzling his jaw. His voice dropped into a low, teasing purr. "You said partners in crime, right, Sir? Let the grass be our contract. Sign your name for me."

"You're incorrigible." Laughing, Darren closed Leander's fingers around his own wrist. "Don't let go, or I stop," he growled, then tucked his kilt into his waistband and took himself in hand.

"Yes, Sir. God, I can't wait for you to fuck me," Leander breathed. "I'm going to be such a good little whore for you, Sir, I promise."

"I don't think you are," Darren panted. His fingers slicked arousal over his skin as he began to fist his shaft, quick and eager, Leander's fingers digging into his wrist. The satisfaction of controlling this beautiful man made him burn with pleasure, tension quickly rising to a fever pitch. Still, he fought to speak. "Cheeky slut... I think... God, I think... my husband and I are gonna have to... spank the brat out of you - !"

"Oh fuck, yes, do it!" Leander groaned, eager and willing. Passion cresting, Darren let go with a laughing groan. Bliss shuddered through him as he jetted onto the grass, shining and slick, mingling with Leander's spend. Panting, Darren sagged against him, intoxicated by the potential of everything that stretched before him.

"Let's find some place to sit and chat a bit more about kinks and limits before we return inside," he murmured when he could breathe again. "We'll give our husbands a bit more time together. Then we'll head out with you. We'll be happy to be your guests."

~~~

8 - Revelation

Leander Chase-Morgan

"I'll give you time to take care of your husband before we leave," Darren had purred as they went back inside. Leander had barely needed a glance to see that Tristan's conversation had gone as well as his own, even if it clearly hadn't ended so luridly. His husband was entranced, trembling and needy at the feet of that incredibly hot Muscle Daddy who wanted to dominate him. When they were dismissed, Leander barely managed to get him upstairs before claiming his mouth, pinning him against the hallway wall.

"Yes?" he asked breathlessly. He was already half-hard again just from talking kink with that intoxicating dom. He knew he could easily give Tristan anything he needed. "You want him, right?" He pulled at his husband's pants, rubbing the straining shaft of his cock.

"So much," Tristan whimpered, arching up into his grip. "Oh God, love, I - " As Leander was trying to get his pants open, he gave a sudden gasp of delight, grabbing his hand and pulling him into a room nearby.

Immediately, Leander saw what had caught his attention: the rocking horse they'd talked about at the beginning of the night had become available, the women who'd been using it wiping it down.

Leander offered them the garbage bin helpfully, thanking them. Then he started to shuck off his suit as Tristan selected the perfect dildo from the case on the wall for him, fastening it into the seat.

"You're so good to me, my sweet Bunny." Leander pulled him into a hard kiss before grabbing the lube. "Come fuck yourself on my cock and tell me all about that hot dom downstairs."

"Gladly," Tristan moaned, giving himself over to his care.

~~~

This is going to be the most incredible weekend. Leander could feel it in his bones. Even after what Darren had done to him in the backyard, it didn't take him long to get off again with the dual pleasure of fucking himself on the pumping toy while Tristan rode him with unfettered need. They cleaned up, and Tristan changed before heading out one of the side entrances to where the men had told him they'd parked.

"Muscles doesn't drink," Tristan murmured as they went down the stairs, taking off his mask. "I'll get one of the sparkling ciders left over from New Year's and put it in the blast chiller. Or we can have coffee. We should be in good shape for breakfast tomorrow, and we can...." Then his voice trailed off as he stopped stock still at Leander's side.

Leander followed his gaze. A few cars ahead down the drive, the two figures who were clearly the men they'd just met had finished loading up a car. The blond - Muscles - pulled the hatchback closed. Leander turned, concerned, to find his lover staring wide-eyed. "You alright?"