Then they were turning around, bending over with their legs spread, and Micah made a soft, choked sound. Kai rarely had his ass bared to someone aside from Spike, but showing Micah? That gave him a thrill, too.
“If you want our asses,” Spike said with a grin as he arched his back, raising himself back to an upright position, “we’re happy to oblige.”
“Yeah,” Kai growled, his cock aching as he turned back to face Micah, kicking his legs up behind him, one, then the other. Then he leaped into the air with Spike, and when they landed, the updraft lifted the skirt completely off Kai’s cock.
Micah groaned, reaching down to stroke himself. Kai straightened his skirt. Spike did, too—not that the move concealed much for either of them. But watching Micah’s pleased smile, even as he blushed... that was a treat.
In time to the music, Kai hopped slowly around, each jump lifting the skirt off his cock, like a peek-a-boo show. Then they kicked their legs sideways, and the skirt flipped up again. Cool air brushed Kai’s balls, stroking up his crack.
Whoever choreographed this song... they must’ve done it to keep the skirts off the dancers’ cocks. Or their asses. Kai rolled his hips, snapping them up. His cock thumped heavily against his pelvis. Then the skirt gathered between his cock and his body, leaving Kai’s cock on full display for the remainder of the song.
Micah gulped, working over his own cock—he looked like he wasn’t even aware of touching himself, just watching Kai and Spike. It felt good, knowing Micah had full approval of their dance.
“Want something, Micah?” Spike asked, snapping his hips up.
His stiff cock flicked upward, his balls tight, too. Kai wanted to step over, wanted to jam his cock between Spike’s cheeks, and dance body-to-body with him. And maybe, when they were doing one of those jumps, Kai might accidentally grind against Spike’s hole. Maybe he’d end up pushing into Spike. ‘Accidentally’.
Micah groaned, his fingers catching on his zipper, as though he was going to pull it down. But he remembered that he was supposed to keep his clothes on, flattening his palms against his thighs. His cheeks turned pink.
Gods, Kai wanted to be inside him, too. Wanted to fuck Micah until he thrashed and panted, his tight ass squeezing helplessly around Kai’s cock. He wanted to hear Micah moan his name, wanted to feel Micah’s cock pulse against his fingers, shooting come.
Something yanked behind Kai’s stomach then, something that crashed heavy and ravenous through his body, sending yet more blood between his legs. Hunger sluiced through him, throbbing in his veins, his cock. Kai’s focus narrowed to Micah and Spike, and the insistent need to get inside. To fuck, to claim.
He stopped dancing. Spike paused in the middle of a hip-thrust, glancing over. Then he grinned and sauntered to Kai, draping his arm around Kai’s hips. Kai thrust up, inviting Spike to touch his cock. Spike refused.
“Looks like Kai’s in a rut,” Spike growled, squeezing Kai’s ass through his thin skirt. Then he crooked his finger at Micah, and Kai ripped off his skirt, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give it a rough tug. “We’ll let Micah do the honors,” Spike rumbled, shoving Kai toward their omega. “I want to fuck Kai into you.”
Micah groaned, squeezing his covered cock so hard, his knuckles whitened. “Please.”
“In good time,” Spike purred.
Impatient, Kai reached around Spike, shoving two fingers into his brother’s crack. His hunger eased ever so slightly when Spike’s cheeks squeezed around him, firm and strong.
Spike kissed Kai’s shoulder. Then he stepped behind Kai and hugged him, wedging his own heavy cock between Kai’s cheeks. “Gods, your ass is so damn sweet,” Spike growled, his voice thick. “Mine to claim. And Micah’s.”
Kai had never taken anyone else in his ass, but when Micah’s eyes grew wide, darting between the both of them, Kai found himself sizing up Micah’s cock, wondering what it’d be like, inside him.
“You wanna?” Spike grinned, grinding his cock against Kai’s hole. He wasn’t ready to fuck in yet, but he was staking his presence and his claim, by touching Kai so intimately.
Micah made a needy sound low in his throat. “I’ve never—”
“Kai’s good,” Spike rumbled, raking his short nails down Kai’s chest and abs, framing Kai’s cock with his callused hands flattened against Kai’s hipbones. “If he can take my cock, he can certainly take yours.”
Micah swallowed, his pupils blowing wider.
Kai hadn’t expected that of Spike, but the thought of giving himself up to his omega, to let Micah do as he wished—that made his cock jerk hungrily. He thrust it up, needing someone’s touch other than his own.
“All yours,” Kai rasped.
“Fuck, you’re hot,” Spike hissed, grinding up against Kai’s hole. “Ours.”
Micah whimpered, closing the rest of the distance between them. He caught Kai’s face in his hands, pulling him down into a kiss. Kai swept into his mouth. Tasted vending machine tea, from when they’d been in the hospital. Micah obliged, their tongues tangling, allowing Kai to claim him there.
For months, all Kai had seen of their omega was what Micah could fit on the tiny rectangle of his phone screen. To have Micah in his arms, his sweet, hungry body pressed against Kai, his mouth opening easily, his breath hot on Kai’s skin... This was incredible, being surrounded by his alpha and his omega.
“Kai looks so fucking hot,” Spike murmured over Kai’s shoulder, grinding his cock between Kai’s asscheeks, a firm reminder of where he was, who he was. Their alpha.
“I love everything about you,” Micah whispered against Kai’s lips. Kai growled, pulling Micah closer. He hadn’t had enough. He kissed Micah again, pushing his tongue into Micah’s mouth, so Micah groaned around him, his hips bucking.
“Love you,” Kai growled, tightening his hold on Micah’s hair so Micah writhed.
Kai reached down. Pressed as close as they were, he could only see the roundness of Micah’s belly, but not the jut of his cock. Found it easily, though. Kai cupped Micah between his legs, kneading the length of Micah’s hard cock. Micah bucked his hips, a hungry moan slipping from his throat.
“Spike, get behind Micah,” Kai growled, grinding his fingers down the length of Micah’s cock. “Hold him down.”
Micah gave a low, helpless moan, thrusting his hips at Kai. “Why?” Micah asked.
Spike eased around Kai, stepping behind Micah. Then he wrapped his arms around Micah’s hips, pinning Micah against himself, so there was no way Micah could writhe away. Spike nipped on Micah’s ear. “He’s gonna tear your clothes off and mark every inch of you.”
Kai’s only thought had been to tease Micah until he almost came, but Spike’s idea was good, too. So he reached over Micah’s shoulder and caught the back of Spike’s head, tugging him close. Pressed a deep, hungry kiss to Spike’s mouth, scraping his teeth over Spike’s lower lip.
“Alpha,” Kai murmured.
Spike’s eyes darkened until they were almost black. He growled, pining Micah between themselves, hiking Micah’s shirt up. “Mine,” Spike rasped against Kai’s mouth, dragging his wrist down Kai’s neck, leaving juniper on Kai’s skin. “All mine.”
He bit hard into Kai’s lip, breaking skin. But that only sent another thrill down Kai’s nerves.
Then Spike broke the kiss and yanked Micah’s shirt off, so Kai glimpsed Micah’s tight pink nipples, and his pale, narrow chest. Kai growled, dragging his wrists over Micah’s chest, down his belly, up his arms, until Micah smelled like elm. Then Spike did the same, dragging his wrists over Micah’s collarbones and arms and throat, and now Micah was theirs.
Except Kai wanted more, wanted to be thorough in his marking. That meant marking Micah inside. As deep as he could.
He took Micah’s zipper and tugged it open. Shoved his hand down the front of Micah’s pants, so Micah gasped and jerked, his cock grinding stiff and desperate against Kai’s palm.
When Kai squeezed, he found black, delicate fab
ric, rough in places, silky-smooth in others. It was the lace panties Kai and Spike had picked out for Micah so long ago, except there’d never been any grand occasion to wear it—Micah’s words.
Until now.
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From Micah’s other side, Spike stripped their omega entirely, until all that was left on Micah was their gift, thin lace barely containing Micah’s straining cock, his sac a soft bulge against the fabric.
“Wrapped damn sweet around his ass,” Spike groaned, cupping Micah’s ass. “With that hole so we don’t have to take it off to fuck. Gods. Wanna put my cock through and fuck Micah senseless.”
Micah wheezed, swaying on his feet, precome trickling down the underside of his cock.
Kai grasped Micah through his panties, rumbling with satisfaction when Micah arched up, his damp cock smearing a trail of precome up Kai’s palm. “So damn hungry,” Kai whispered.
“He’s been ready for you,” Spike answered, rocking Micah against Kai. “We want you to be the first one inside Micah.”
Kai groaned, bringing his precome-smeared hand to his lips. Then, never once breaking their locked gaze, he licked Micah’s taste off his palm. It was salty, slippery. Micah flushed, musk rolling off his skin. “Kai, please.”
“Gonna mark you,” Kai rasped, dragging his wrist down his own stiff cock, making sure it was thoroughly covered with his scent. “Gonna open you up. Fill you with come. Give you another baby.”
He didn’t know what possessed him to say that. But the moment it left his lips, Micah whimpered, and Spike hissed.
“Fuck,” Spike panted, his hand disappearing behind Micah. “Felt like his ass opened and drenched me with his slick.”
Micah’s flush deepened further, spreading down to his chest. He looked so ready to be claimed.
“Gods,” Kai panted, reaching under Micah’s belly and between his legs. He found Spike’s bare cock first, pressed up against Micah’s taint. Kai nudged it down and reached further back, finding the teardrop-shaped opening right against Micah’s hole, and a couple of Spike’s fingers curled through the teardrop, completely soaked. Kai probed at Micah’s opening, warm slick smearing across his fingertips.
Micah groaned, rocking down onto both of them. His cock jerked against Kai’s forearm. Kai pumped Micah with his other hand, circling Micah’s hole, nudging Spike’s finger with his own.
“You gonna get inside him?” Kai asked.
Spike met his eyes over Micah’s shoulder. “Together?”
Micah whimpered, his eyes growing wide.
Kai hadn’t thought of it before, but now that their fingers were both at Micah’s hole, he wanted to feel it. Him and his brother inside their omega. “Fuck,” Kai rasped, his cock pulsing. “One finger.”
They pushed in at the same time. Micah opened around them, his body hot and tight. Kai groaned, his hips bucking. Spike swore.
They moved their fingers experimentally, getting used to each other in that slippery tightness, and Micah clenching around them.
“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” Micah gasped, even as he shoved his ass down to take them deeper.
Kai groaned. Spike thrust a second finger inside. Micah panted, writhing between them, his nails biting into Kai’s shoulder. So Kai eased his second finger into his omega, stretching their omega even further. Micah shuddered, his cock leaking.
“Think you can take more?” Spike asked, his chest heaving as he curved his fingers, seeking out Micah’s prostate.
“I—ah!” Micah stiffened as he clenched, panting, his head thrown back. He squeezed around Kai’s fingers, and Kai imagined his cock in there, stretching Micah even deeper. Then Spike’s words filtered back through his mind.
Kai met Spike’s eyes, unsure if he believed what Spike suggested. “You mean...”
“Both our cocks.” Spike licked his lips, grinding down on Micah’s prostate so he cried out, spasming between them.
“Fuck.” Kai gulped. “Can you?” he asked Micah.
Micah huffed, rocking down onto their fingers. “It’ll take a bit of stretching, but yes.”
Kai groaned, his cock aching at the thought. Grinding with Spike’s cock, but inside Micah. That felt like the best way they could all be together, and Kai wanted.
Micah reached down, sliding his fingers around Kai’s cock, stroking him hungrily. “Inside, please.”
Kai throbbed, thrusting into his fist. “Gotta get you onto the bed.”
“Before that,” Spike said, smiling a secretive smile. He released Micah, stepping around their omega to reach between Kai and Micah. Then he grabbed Kai’s cock, and tugged him toward the bed. “I have plans.”
“More than this?” Kai followed him, wrapping his hand around Spike’s fist to tighten his grip, so the heat of his cock burned into Spike’s hand.
Spike groaned. For a moment, he paused to catch his breath, his fist working up and down Kai’s cock, sending a jolt of pleasure down Kai’s spine.
“I need to come,” Kai growled.
“You will.” Spike grinned over his shoulder. “But not yet.”
“Fuck.”
Spike reached into the bedside drawer, pulling out a pair of silver handcuffs. Kai paused, raising an eyebrow. They’d both been in the handcuffs before, him and Spike. But today, Spike glanced at Kai with a dark, hungry look. Kai’s arousal scorched through his veins. “Me, huh?”
“Fuck yeah, it’s gonna be you.” Spike grinned, tugging Kai onto the bed. The mattress indented beneath Kai’s knees. “You’re gonna stay put, and Micah and I will have our fun with you.”
Kai’s throat went dry. He wanted that. Wanted to belong to both of them. And now that Micah was following them to the bed, his soft hands squeezing Kai’s ass, Kai had no objections at all.
“I’m all yours,” he croaked.
“Good,” Spike said with a smile. “Micah.”
Micah clambered onto the bed, his hobble completely forgotten, his gaze filled with anticipation and hunger. Gods, he was beautiful. Kai stroked Micah’s side; Micah lay where Spike ordered him, his head on the pillows, his legs curled up to expose his hole. Kai’s attention locked onto that teardrop shape on the black lace, and the pink, damp opening beyond. His pulse pounded between his thighs.
“Kai,” Spike growled, closing one cuff around Kai’s wrist. “Kneel.”
Kai knelt, shuffling until Spike had him up against Micah’s ass. Then Spike pressed down on Kai’s shoulder, forcing him to lean over their omega.
“Hold the headboard.”
It kind of felt like punishment, except it wasn’t. Kai grasped the topmost rung, meeting Micah’s eyes. Micah smiled, cupping Kai’s jaw, his other hand stroking down Kai’s chest, a soft, warm pressure. “I’ve been waiting,” Micah said, his gaze warm, burning with the same hunger. “Alpha.”
Kai panted, that sound, that word, that endearment sinking into him like a brand. “Yours,” he whispered tightly.
“Ours,” Spike said. And he squeezed Kai’s cock, before looping the cuff-chain around the rung and closing the other cuff around Kai’s left wrist, locking him down.
And now Kai had Micah beneath him, his own legs and ass spread, free for Spike to do with as he wanted.
It shouldn’t feel this fucking hot, except it did.
Kai tested the cuffs. They weren’t flimsy, but if he yanked too hard, he risked the wooden headboard dislocating, and hitting someone it shouldn’t. So he needed control. Control that his cock pulsed at him to override.
It was difficult to stay put, to wait in case Spike had something else planned. Kai wanted to angle his cock down, and push into that teardrop hole on Micah’s panties. Claim his hole. Make him scream.
Micah stroked down to Kai’s cock, his hand a soft, inviting touch, stroking Kai, but not firmly enough for any sort of release. Kai growled, thrusting up. Micah groaned, spreading his legs. His cock was smaller than Kai’s, shoved up against his round belly, his precome smearing against his sk
in. A little further down, the lace panties wrapped snug around the rest of Micah’s cock and balls, and Kai knew every movement sent the lace rubbing against all of Micah’s sensitive parts.
So he pushed his cock against the lace, grinding the fabric against Micah’s ass. Micah gasped, his flushed tip pushing out past his foreskin, demanding touch. Not that Kai could spare a hand right now.
Spike pressed up behind Kai, all warm skin and hard cock. “Micah’s so fucking hot, isn’t he?” he growled against Kai’s ear, reaching around Kai to take Micah’s cock in hand. Then he pulled down Micah’s foreskin, showing Kai Micah’s sensitive, flushed tip, glistening with precome. “Like when I touch him here.”
He ground his thumb down on the underside of Micah’s head, right where there was a bundle of nerves. Micah gasped and thrashed beneath Kai, and Kai’s cock ached.
“Fuck,” Kai rasped, shoving his cock against Micah’s ass. He didn’t have the leverage to push in easily right now, not without lifting his ass to angle his cock down—and that would open himself up to Spike.
That was exactly what Spike had planned, wasn’t it?
“You sneaky bastard,” Kai muttered, his heart thumping for his alpha. All the same, he leaned in, need pulling his skin tight.
“Benefits of being stuck in a hospital bed.” Spike shoved his cock between Kai’s cheeks. Then he released Micah’s cock, caught Micah’s ankles, and pushed Micah’s legs up to his sides, leaving Micah’s ass vulnerable, completely open to Kai. Micah whimpered.
Kai couldn’t help himself. Couldn’t help the way he snarled and surged forward, grinding his cock against Micah’s hole, the drenched, damp-roughened lace smearing slick up the underside of his cock.
Micah whimpered, reaching down between Kai’s legs. Then he dipped his fingers into himself, pulled them out, and smeared slick all over Kai’s cock. So Kai could sink every last inch into Micah in one stroke.
“Fuck,” Kai hissed, his body aching with every second he was outside his omega. He thrust at Micah’s fingers. “Need.”
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