Page 27 of Fourplay & Fatalities

Something clenched hotly within him at the reverence in his husband’s tone, but Felix kept his expression bored, his tone admonishing. Like Avi hadn’t just made his entire body light up with six stupid words.

“That’s the point,” he sulked. “Someone promised they were going to—what was it?—oh, yeah. ‘Wear my thighs like earmuffs.’”

Avi grinned, falling back onto the bed, his feet still touching the floor. “And I stand by that. Come here, kitten. Hop on.”

Felix and Zane exchanged a look, shaking their heads at Avi’s lack of romance.

Still, Felix crawled onto the bed, throwing a leg over Avi until the leather-clad lengths of his calves framed his face.

He suddenly had a flashback to the first time they’d ever done this. That night in Aiden’s cabin, after he’d cut Avi. It wasn’t like they hadn’t done it since, but something about this felt like the first time. Maybe because so much had changed since then. Maybe because, somehow, impossibly, it hadn’t.

Felix sucked in a breath as Avi’s hands palmed his ass, kneading the muscles before spreading him open, the air cold against skin that had been warm and hidden only seconds before.

The exposure sent a shiver racing up Felix’s spine.

Zane curled up on the bed, his head on Avi’s thigh, seemingly content to watch for a while.

It made sense. Zane had done most of the work until then.

Avi’s hands suddenly released Felix, then gripped his hips hard enough to bruise as he barked, “Sit.”

Normally, Felix wasn’t one for taking orders, but he let Avi pull him down until he could feel Avi’s hot breath against his skin. Once more, rough hands spread him open, making him feel wildly exposed. Felix didn’t have any time to feel too embarrassed. Avi was already pressing kisses around the perimeter, rubbing his face against him like a dog, his lips on Felix’s skin almost reverent.

It was filthy and tender at the same time. So fucking Avi.

Felix’s nails bit into his palms as he tried to force himself to be patient.

Avi had only just started.

Felix had gotten a pretty big head start with Zane.

But Avi seemed determined to tease, biting at his cheeks, licking from just behind his balls to just before his hole, then stopping, blowing cold air on the slick skin there, hands kneading and massaging until Felix was writhing in his grip.

“Avi,” he whined. “Stop teas⁠—”

Avi’s open mouth settled over his entrance, sucking the sensitive skin there.

Felix moaned loudly, throwing his head back, his entire body tightening at the sudden wet heat.

Precum leaked from his cock onto Avi’s stomach.

Zane’s eyes were practically black pools as he watched them, his own dick ignored where it pressed, flushed and pink, against his belly.

The sight of him watching made Felix burn even hotter.

Felix went to wrap his hand around his own cock just for a tiny bit of friction, but Avi snatched his wrists, pulling them behind his back.

“Uh-uh. Not yet,” he said, the words vibrating against Felix’s hole in a way that made him shiver.

Avi ate him out the way he kissed—slow, methodical, thorough, like he had all the time in the world. He licked over him with the flat of his tongue, like a kid with an ice cream cone, laving at him again and again.

Wet heat. Then cool air. Then that tongue again.

Just when Felix didn’t think he could handle it anymore, Avi would spear his tongue against the delicate skin until Felix was whining, his hips rolling, attempting to get more pressure, more friction, more anything.

Avi was rock hard, his cock flushed and wet at the tip, but when Zane rose onto his knees, he didn’t go for Avi’s length.

Felix watched him instead.