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hard into Nicky’s tight channel a few times until they were both moaning softly. Almost out of habit, Jonas’s hands had drifted to Nicky’s nipples, teasing them until they peaked; he knew his lover enjoyed that almost as much as having his cock touched. He could feel Nicky’s reluctance to move away when he finally shifted forward after Clay had settled down between the two pillows of the bed.
    Nicky took the lube and made a show out of swirling some on Clay’s cock, making the surgeon hiss at the coldness of the gel.
    “I’m going to need a lot,” Nicky whispered to Clay but loud enough for Jonas to hear too. “Because you’re really pretty impressive, you know.”
    Clay smiled, slightly unsure because of the compliment. “Are you sure you’ll be able to take both of us then? Jonas isn’t small….” Nicky cut Clay off with a quick kiss. “I guess you’ll just have to make it so good for me that I don’t care about a little stretch.” Nicky turned around, rubbing his ass wantonly against Clay’s belly and then straddled him, his hands resting on Clay’s firm thighs. “Go on,” he said over his shoulder. “You know you want to put it inside me.”
    While he was slowly sinking down on the enormous cock, Jonas could see Nicky’s face contort, so he quickly crawled onto the bed and kissed his lover deeply.
    “Fuck, he really is big,” Nicky murmured against Jonas’s mouth.

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    “I know,” Jonas said reassuringly. He’d warned Nicky about this, but he knew his lover would relax enough eventually to even take him along with Clay. He’d just have to get him turned on enough to want it.
    When Nicky started to move, Clay placed his hands on the designer’s slender hips, supporting his movements. Nicky’s face was becoming more relaxed now, showing that he was enjoying it more. Now that Clay couldn’t see Nicky’s expression, Jonas knew that his lover was no longer pretending. True proof came in the fact that Nicky’s erection, which had waned a little right after the change of position, was now standing proudly again. When Jonas touched it, Nicky hissed, so Jonas settled on his stomach between Clay’s legs and took Nicky into his mouth.
    “Oh fuck!” Nicky reacted. “Too close!” Jonas pushed his finger against the underside of Nicky’s cock and prevented his lover from coming. Nicky was rambling incoherently now, moving rhythmically between the huge cock inside him and the hot mouth in front of him.
    As Jonas tried to look up, he saw that Clay had hooked one of Nicky’s arms over his shoulders and was looking down at the view.
    “Fuck, that’s hot,” he heard the surgeon say. “Are you gonna make him come like that?”
    Jonas pushed himself away. “Not yet. At least not unless I have to.”
    “He’s still pretty tight,” Clay panted, trying at the same time to control his own reactions and keep Nicky steady during his undulating.
    “We’ll just have to do something about that then.” Jonas smiled and coated his hand with more lube. With his clean hand he lifted Nicky’s chin and kissed him lightly. “You okay, kid?” Nicky murmured something incoherent and then winked at Jonas. The show was clearly still on.
    Jonas had a hard time trying not to acknowledge it so he turned his gaze to Clay. “Don’t jump, okay?” he warned Clay. “Lube may 216
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    be a bit cold.” He snaked an arm underneath Nicky’s unsupported side and inserted his other hand between his lover’s legs, cupping Nicky’s balls before going in search of his already well-stretched passage.
    “Oh yeah, feels good,” Nicky whimpered as Jonas’s slippery fingers massaged the muscle.
    Jonas didn’t leave it at that. “Lean back a bit?” he suggested.
    Both Clay and Nicky shifted a little, and Nicky hooked his legs behind Clay’s spread knees, opening himself up widely. This way Jonas had an easier time inserting a finger alongside Clay’s swollen cock. He could tell from the way Nicky was trying to hold off Clay and the way he was clinging to Jonas’s shoulder that it wasn’t entirely comfortable yet, but he knew his lover well enough to understand some of the otherwise incoherent stream of mumblings escaping Nicky’s mouth, giving him some indication that Nicky was teetering on the edge.
    “It’s up to you, kid, you tell us whether you want it or not,” Jonas whispered, and he immediately got confirmation from Clay, who nodded his head at Jonas.
    “Maybe… I