“You’re okay now. Nobody’s gonna find us here,” Tank said to reassure Clover, but he lost the plot when he saw the damp streaks on Clover’s beautiful face and mindlessly rubbed them off.
“Do I get to fuck him now, or not?” Pyro asked out of the blue, bursting the bubble of Tank’s enchantment with the boy who seemed both stubborn and fragile.
Tank pushed up Clover’s chin, forcing their eyes to meet. Clover’s had such an amazing shade, like two pale pink pearls glazed with translucent blue. Hypnotically beautiful even in the sparse light in the warehouse. “How about that?”
Clover shook his head, which was a bit of a disappointment, because Tank would have loved to see Pyro fuck that spanked ass, but he was up for a surprise.
“You first. I want you inside me first,” Clover uttered, still catching his breath with those soft, pliant lips.
Tank bit back a smile, his dick swelling the moment his gaze darted to the red ass just waiting for a good fuck. He took off Clover’s glasses. “You won’t be needing these.”
Boar took the specs out of Tank’s hand without a word, and Clover was already leaning in for a kiss. So gentle, yet with an edge. A complete innocent wouldn’t have lasted a day around the pack of wolves that they were, but Clover was something else. Tank couldn’t help himself, and as he opened the boy’s mouth to deepen their kiss, he purposefully squeezed the bruised ass to make Clover whimper.
“Rim him. Get him ready for my cock,” Tank said to Pyro.
“Yes, sir,” Pyro said, offering him a mock-salute before approaching in slow steps. With his gaze focused on the prize and a wolfish smile wide on his lips, he grabbed his own cock through his pants and massaged it as Tank widened his thighs to give him more space.
Tank grunted, moving his fingers down Clover’s nape while digging his nails into skin until the collar of the T-shirt put a stop to it. “You’re a piece of work, boy.”
Clover whined and trailed kisses along Tank’s jaw. “I’ve been told.”
There it was. That cute sassiness Tank didn’t wish to discipline out of the boy. It was stupid to fantasize about a future together, but when Clover’s eyes met his, he could just about see what his life could be like with the little white minx around to throw curveballs at them.
Pyro kneeled, his eyes already on Clover’s buttocks, and instead of jealousy, seeing his friend approach Clover provoked arousal. He’d be the one holding Clover in his arms when the boy squirmed and panted. If this arrangement worked, maybe with time they could skip condoms, too. Or was he getting ahead of himself already? He couldn’t help but want to hoard the boy instead of taking him to New York, his imaginary friends, or anywhere for that matter.
Clover moaned against Tank’s skin, and Tank noticed Boar inching closer from the side like a dog at the smell of fresh meat.
Meeting the pale gaze, Tank tugged at the hem of Clover’s T-shirt and pulled it off him, uncovering the fair expanse of his chest. It was already flushed between the tiny nipples, but when he pressed his hand to it, Clover let out a groan that had a shiver trailing down Tank’s body. Or was this the boy’s reaction to Pyro rubbing his stubbly cheek against his red ass?
“This is so damn hot,” Boar whispered, resting his hand on Clover’s shoulder almost absent-mindedly. His gaze was no longer warm. It burned like the end of Drake’s cigarette. Boar could be so gentle to his partners, but the Care Bear look was deceptive, because the guy could turn into a grizzly in a matter of seconds. Both in a fight and in sex.
“You’re gonna be so slick for Tank’s dick,” Pyro rasped, and he must have gone for it with his tongue, because Clover moaned and hugged Tank.
“And once I’m done with you, I’ll hold you open for Pyro. His cock is shorter, but it’s sure fucking wide.” Tank still got a slap on the leg from Pyro for the remark, but he figured he could get away with it when Pyro was busy preparing Clover.
He licked his way along the white neck, tasting the saltiness of sweat and tears, but as he nipped on the ear, Boar dove right in, pulling on Clover’s lips with his teeth.
“You like that? Three guys worshipping you like this at once?” Boar whispered, vacating Clover’s mouth for Tank, and pulling at his hair.
Tank smirked into the lazy, sensual kiss and looked down at the line of blue hair moving right next to buttocks that were the color of raspberry cream. Pyro had his eyes closed, brows drawn together as he licked his way from Clover’s balls to the top of his crack with a wide, flattened tongue. He was so very much into it, but who wouldn’t be when it came to a boy so uniquely pretty?