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against Clay’s nicely developed frame. He leaned back inside Clay’s sculpted arms and held out his hand to silently ask Jonas to join them.
    From Nicky’s expression, Jonas knew he was seeing his Nicky as opposed to the Nicky his lover was showing Clay. For Clay he performed, ever the peacock, but his face was softer when the taller man wasn’t looking. “Come here,” Nicky soundlessly mouthed to Jonas, and Jonas quickly complied.
    In no time Nicky was breathing heavily. He’d turned around and now had Clay against his back, the taller man’s hands all over him and his mouth against Nicky’s neck. Jonas was in front of him, and Nicky was being thoroughly kissed by his lover while his hand was wrapped tightly around Jonas’s cock, and his own erection was grinding against Jonas’s hip. Then he pushed Jonas away. “Too quick,” he panted. “We’ll never last.” Jonas moved away and retrieved some supplies from the night stand. “Who do you want first?” he asked Nicky.
    Nicky turned away from Jonas and let his eyes rake down Clay’s body. “I want to taste that cock of yours,” he told the taller man. “Jonas can prep me.”
    They’d agreed that Nicky trusted Jonas more than Clay when it came to being prepared for fucking, so like everything else, they’d talked about this scenario beforehand. Jonas was definitely happy that Clay was just unsure enough to go along with a rather persuasive Nicky for now.
    Nicky pushed Clay down on the bed and got to his knees between the doctor’s long legs. He then reached behind him to draw Jonas closer, turning quickly so that his face was hidden from the surgeon. “Prep me and fuck me,” he whispered. Jonas could read the unsaid “I love you” in Nicky’s expression before the young man turned back toward the heavy cock lying on Clay’s taut belly.

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    “Jonas certainly didn’t exaggerate,” Nicky said admiringly, looking straight into Clay’s darkening hazel eyes. “If anything, he underestimated you.”
    Clay’s mouth opened to speak, but his words were lost and he couldn’t reply as he watched his erection disappear almost completely into Nicky’s mouth.
    Jonas rolled a condom over his own straining erection. It was going to be strange to fuck Nicky with a condom again, but he knew this was the only way. Besides being safer, it would also be a dead giveaway if he didn’t. He couldn’t wait to plunge into the waiting body, though. He knew Nicky wouldn’t need much preparation.
    Their bodies were so in synch that Jonas knew exactly how far he could push him. After rubbing two lubed up fingers over Nicky’s clenching hole he added some lube over the condom and slowly breached the circular muscle. He stopped pushing in when he heard a low moan escape from Nicky’s mouth, closely followed by a muttered curse from Clay.
    Nicky’s mouth was still working on Clay’s cock, now running up and down the side. Jonas tried not to think of what he was doing, knowing all too well how skilled his lover’s mouth was. Luckily his attention was drawn to the movements Nicky was making, pushing his hips back wantonly so that he could impale himself. Seeing Nicky fuck himself on his cock cemented his resolve to just enjoy the sexual act and treat it like any other encounter with a client.
    After all, he still enjoyed his job and having Nicky there made him enjoy it even more.
    Nicky grabbed another condom, telling Jonas that they were moving to the next phase. “Are you ready for me, big boy?” Nicky asked in a teasing tone, waving the condom packet around.
    “Because thanks to Jonas here, I’m ready for you.” Clay smiled widely and nodded. “Since you’re in charge, how do you want me?”
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    “Why don’t you get comfortable against the headboard? Roll on the condom and make yourself nice and hard and slippery for me,” he told Clay. While he was saying this, his hand reaching back to touch Jonas was enough of a gesture to tell Jonas he didn’t want him to withdraw just yet. Pushing his torso up from the bed, Nicky let his head drop back on Jonas’s shoulder and whispered, “Fuck me some more first, please.”
    Jonas eagerly complied, feeling a rush of emotion he could only show by thrusting