Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

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    The hot mouth on his cock belonged to Lars, and he didn't have to know that he was kissing Dion to recognize that fact. He knew every nuance of his twin's kiss, every flick of his tongue was familiar and sensual. He braced one hand on Dion's hip, then wrapped his fingers in Lars's hair, petting, stroking. Just for a bit, then he gently pushed Lars to their band mate's cock.
    Dion gasped and Rik smiled as best he could with his tongue buried in another man's mouth. He squeezed Dion's hip, dragged his swollen lips across the scruffy cheek bone.
    "He loves this." He breathed a gust of hot air over Dion's ear, stirring the curls there. While Dion shivered and moaned, he licked and sucked the lobe into his mouth, biting down sharply before moving on down the man's thick neck to his collar bone. He worked his way slowly, licking and biting over broad shoulders, a firm, sculpted, darkly furred chest, down taut abs until his head nestled next to his brother's, his lips poised just to the side of Dion's thick cock.
    Together, he and Lars looked up the muscled expanse of Dion's body to find him gazing down at them, cheeks dark with arousal, mouth swollen and smudged from his kisses. His cock pulsed and he rubbed it against Dion's calf. The man's eyes glittered and he groaned.
    As one, he and Lars turned their attention to the cock and balls between them. Long swipes of his tongue over the tight sac and the balls cradled within brought more moans. Lars's firm suction on the tip was rewarded with a garbled shout.
    They worked together, familiar with this routine from their years of seduction. When that thought crossed his mind he froze. Yes...this would blow Dion's mind. He'd never forget them, the pleasure they could give him. But if he was going to fuck and run, then why the hell should this be about Dion?
    Rik drew back, met Lars's startled gaze. This should be about them, about what they wanted. Slowly, Lars drew away as well. Rik smiled. Sex between them had simply intensified their connection. Lars knew what he thought, thought the same thing, apparently.
    "Please...don't stop." Dion's voice was husky, fervent.
    "Oh, we're not." Lars scanned the room, looking for the lube they'd had earlier, no doubt.
    Rik bent backwards, stretching an arm under the couch. His fingertips caught the edge of something. He wiggled a little, trying to knock the bottle forward so he could retrieve it. Dion gasped. Lars chuckled. Rik looked down. With his back arched, his dick pointed straight at the ceiling, thick and flushed. He laughed a little. "It's not that funny, is it? I mean, I'm not huge, like some people."
    Ahh, there. He dragged the bottle out.
    "It's not your dick that's funny," Lars explained smiling hugely. "It's the little dancy thing it did while you wiggled."
    Rik tossed his brother the lube. "Dion's not laughing." He pointed out.
    "No, I'm not. What I am is desperate. Please..." Dion pouting was hard to resist. Rik smiled wider. His cheeks hurt a little from the stupid grin. Oh yes, Dion wanted all right.
    "Oh, we'll take care of you honey." Lars practically cooed. A little of Rik's exuberance faded. Lars was going to crash big time from this when Dion left. Bracing himself, he watched Lars slick Dion's cock with the lube. When he'd coated it thoroughly and rolled a condom down its length, Dion was biting his lip in concentration. Lars dropped the bottle on Dion's flat belly.
    Without stretching himself, Lars poised over Dion's cock, and sank slowly down, taking it with a grimace. Dion began to curse softly under his breath, but he didn't move a muscle, letting Lars take what he wanted at a pace he was comfortable with.
    Rik picked up the lube and slicked his brother's cock. Lars leaned forward and kissed him hotly. Rik closed the bottle and tossed it aside.
    "Don't lose track of that." Dion broke off cursing to say.
    "No worries." That was promising. Maybe they'd have longer than he thought to make memories. He swung a leg over Dion's belly, paused to rub his aching cock on the tight abs a bit. "Hmm." Nice. Inching his way up, he brought the swollen tip of his cock to Dion's red lips, smudged from the bruising force of their earlier kisses.
    Lars's hands closed on his hips, and as Dion opened his mouth to take in Rik's dick, Lars began rising and falling, riding Dion.
    Wet heat surrounded him and he stared into Dion's eyes as the man licked and sucked at his cock. Tempted as he was to draw things out, to make it