Pride of the Veld

thigh, then running down his arms; he lost track of who they belonged to. Was it Danie easing his shorts off, or Andrea? Time was stuttering, slowing down, speeding up, then stopping completely when a warm, wet mouth covered the head of his penis, working its way down while a tongue painted the rim of his taint, probing his hole with the tip before moving upwards. The tongue disappeared long enough for the mouth to ease around his ball sac.
    The fire racing over Geo stole his breath, stole his mind. He levered himself up enough to gaze down at the two heads working him over. It was Danie working his cock while keeping one hand rubbing a small circle over his heart. Geo gulped. Andrea had moved between his legs at some point, hooking his knees over his shoulders.
    He could have missed all of this was the last coherent thought for some time. It felt… oh, he felt so much.
    A wave of raw emotion broke over him, and tears flooded his eyes. The attention from these two men felt like more than just sex. The tenderness in their touching, the intensity of their focus, all worked together to make Geo’s heart hurt. He closed his eyes and let go.
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CHAPTER SIX
    Danie held Geo in his arms. Andrea lay snuggled up to both of them, wrapping one arm around Danie’s shoulders and putting the other hand on Geo’s hip, keeping them all connected. He felt the Italian nuzzle his neck and Danie turned to face him.
    “Drea.”
    “Mmm. I like that,” he murmured back. Danie smiled, kissing the other man’s lips gently. The passion they’d unleashed over Geo spilled over and caught them all by surprise. Taking Geo apart, getting him to drop his walls, bringing him off twice before they’d finished with him, leaving him limp and exhausted before turning to each other… that was the obvious plan. But when Andrea rolled on top of him with unexpected strength and determination, frotting against him until they both needed more…
    Danie could feel the burn of that hurried penetration, even now. Andrea had taken him at his word. Danie barely allowing any stretching before begging the Italian to take him. It had been years since Danie had bottomed for anyone. Geo’s bottoming was a natural preference, and since they’d been together, Danie had kept his desires as a switch hidden from the younger man, not wanting him to feel like he wasn’t giving Danie everything he needed. But Andrea knew just how to work him, hitting every button he had, finding new ones with every thrust of his elegant cock and the grip on his wrists.
    Geo had just rolled over, curling up next to Danie, kissing him deeply as Andrea fucked him. It had been perfect. He was still hard when Andrea pulled out, rolling them over until he was on top, still groaning with displeasure until Andrea pushed lube and another condom into his hands. Those long hands had just pulled his legs back to his chest, presenting himself to Danie.
    It was Geo who slid a finger into the man, working and stretching him until he was hard and leaking once more. And while Danie had eased himself into that velvety heat, Geo was matching him with his tongue and mouth, sucking down the man’s length as Danie stroked in, pulling back off as Danie’s cock retreated. They’d made the man a writhing mess by the time they’d both come, collapsing in a tangled heap, Geo hovering above them stroking himself to his own finish, spraying them with his come.
    Geo had found the bloody shirt, wiping them all down before wedging himself between Danie and Andrea, taking his customary spot in Danie’s arms, where he still slept.
    “Drea,” he began again, pulling himself out of his reveries.
    “Yes Danie?” There was just a tiny lilt of teasing in his voice.
    “Do you do this… a lot?” Danie tried to keep his tone neutral and quiet.
    “Ah… no, Danie. Like you, I tend to lead with my heart, so no. I don’t. Never, actually.” His fingers gently stroked Danie’s shoulder as he spoke.
    “How do you know that? That I don’t?” It was completely dark in the tent now, and Danie was grateful for the cover that hid his face from the Italian. He could feel the intensity coming from the other man.
    Andrea scoffed quietly, “You and Geo wear your hearts on your sleeves. No wonder his grandfather has been working you both over. It’s as plain as the sun in the sky and the dirt under your feet that you’re both mad for each other. I assume that if everyone isn’t convinced you’re already