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to it. Cross licked his lips, looking for errant drops of cum. He would definitely be doing this again.
    “ Ah , sweet. Hmmm, you’ve got a nice mouth, Bren,” Michel moaned, his hips working a little most desperately against Bren’s mouth. Cross growled at the scene. Without thinking, he leaned up, parted Michel’s cheeks, and plunged his tongue against the flexing entrance to Michel’s body. Michael’s angel cried out, his body shaking at the two stimuli. Cross lifted his head.
    “Switch positions. I want in you.” His voice was a little hoarse.
    The fucking he’d endured by Bren’s cock had been a lot more frenzied than he’d thought. Michel whimpered but did as he was bid, rolling off Bren’s face. The dark-haired angel blinked in surprise, his pupils dilated in pleasure.
    “You’re not going to…” Bren began.
    “Not yet,” Cross said. “Not here. I want to give you time to think about it first.”
    Bren smiled dazedly. “You’re too nice, Cross. I would’ve had your ass by now.” He still might, Cross thought. He didn’t typically bottom, ever. But if that’s what it took to get Bren happy…
    Cross gave Bren a wicked smile. “You just sit back and bask in the afterglow, Bren. I’ll give you a show to let you see what you’re missing.” Michel took that as his cue and rolled to his back with his legs spread beside Bren. He laced their hands, and Michel kissed Bren’s knuckles.
    “Tell me how it is,” Bren demanded, heat beginning to seep back into his eyes. Michel nodded.
    Cross positioned himself in between Michel’s spread thighs, hoisting his legs on his shoulders so that he could achieve a deeper penetration. His cock was dripping, thoroughly aroused by the oral 28
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    performance he’d given Bren. Michel’s breath hitched as Cross pressed the head of his cock against his perineum.
    “Oh Christ!” Michel yelped as Cross’s hips jerked and pushed his cock deeper into his tight channel. He hadn’t had much preparation, and Cross knew he wasn’t small. He really needed to be more careful.
    He gritted his teeth and resolved to do just that. Michel’s face turned toward Bren, and the other angel started kissing him. It was Cross’s turn to moan. It always ratcheted up the intensity for him to watch his lover, whichever one he happened to be with at the time, being touched by someone else. Bren’s hand managed to snake between them and pump Michel’s engorged length in time with Cross’s thrusts. The action drove Cross nuts.
    He lost all sense of “right” and “proper” and “civilized” and turned into a rutting animal that was only concerned with its own release. Michel’s cries of pleasure echoed in his ears, driving him on.
    He knew he was close now, close enough to come at the slightest provocation.
    “How is it, Michel?” Bren asked, deliberately separating their mouths to whisper it huskily into Michel’s ear. That boy was the devil sometimes. “How does that thick cock feel in your tight ass?”
    “Feels. Real. Good! Ah ! Cross!” Michel grunted out the words as he was pounded over and over again. His eyes rolled into the back of his head, and his cock spat his spunk all over his own chest and Bren’s clutching palm. The sensation of Michel’s butt rhythmically clenching and unclenching around his shaft was too much. Cross pulsed twice inside his lover before shouting his release as he came deep into the willing depths.
    After a moment of suspended animation, he collapsed against Michel, letting both of the other angel’s legs fall to the floor on their respective sides. Cross panted, paralyzed and numb from the intensity of his orgasm. A hand smoothed down his sweaty back.
    “You’re beautiful when you come apart,” Bren murmured. He was the first one on his feet. He padded to the bathroom and got a Angelic Ties
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    washcloth for the two of them. In a house with this many men, they were well stocked in washcloths for just such