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admit his hips now hurt constantly
during the hockey season.
    Mike reached out and drew his hand down the
length of Alexei’s erection, pleased to feel the proof of how affected Alexei
was by all this, too. Sometimes Alexei did things purely for Mike’s benefit,
which was fine. Fucking great, really. But Mike preferred it when they both got
off on whatever they were doing. He wanted tonight to be like that.
    Alexei kissed him, once, and it was fierce
and far too brief. Then he looked Erik over, appraisingly, and nodded once.
    “Michael, Erik likes your mouth too much,”
he said, sounding regretful. Mike was pleased to hear it, though. “But I think
you should spend more time getting to know him while I get you ready.”
    Mike nodded, shivering with anticipation
for the “getting ready” part, but knew to wait for the rest of whatever Alexei
was going to say. There would be rules. Limits. Mike wanted those. He
didn’t want to have to decide what was right.
    “You can put your mouth on him, but you
can’t put him in your mouth. Do you understand?”
    “Yes.”
    Alexei smiled and ran a hand down Mike’s
back as he knelt between Erik’s knees. Erik spread his legs until his thighs
pressed to the arms of the chair, his tongue caught between his teeth as he
stared down at Mike hungrily.
    Alexei left the room, but Mike knew he’d be
back soon.
    He rested his cheek against the inside of
one of Erik’s thighs and stared up at his cock, resting on his stomach. Mike’s
ass clenched at the thought of all of that being inside of him. He wanted that.
    Nuzzling his face to the coarse hair and
smooth skin, he worked his way up Erik’s thigh, switching to the other when it
became too difficult to move because of his own broad shoulders and the
limitation of the chair’s arms. When he came to a stop, just a few inches shy
of Erik’s balls, Erik groaned. Mike sucked warm skin into his mouth and drew
blood to the surface, shifting with Erik when he squirmed in the seat. It
wasn’t until a foot struck Mike’s shoulder that he pulled away and realized Erik
had hooked his knee over the arm of the chair, opening himself to Mike.
    “Sorry,” Erik gasped, his foot swinging
away.
    Mike smiled and ran his hands up both
Erik’s thighs until they framed his cock and balls, his thumbs pressing into
the meat of Erik’s ass. He pulled the cheeks apart and gently rubbed the swirl
of tight muscles around Erik’s hole while he bent to mouth the length of Erik’s
shaft.
    Erik, apparently, was loud when he was
really turned on. Mike had been too busy trying to inhale his cock earlier to
really notice, but now he could hear the gasps and pleas and even grunts of pleasure
as Mike teased him mercilessly.
    Erik wasn’t loud enough, though, to mask
the unmistakable sound of a cap clicking open behind Mike.
    Mike lifted his ass in the air, putting his
arms on top of Erik’s thighs to support and stabilize himself while he licked
over Erik’s tight sac, teasing each ball into his mouth to massage with his
tongue and lips before releasing it to start all over again on the other side.
He buried his nose in the coarse hair around the base of the shaft and inhaled,
reveling in the scent of musk and sweat.
    He shuddered when Alexei’s hand brushed
over his ass. He’d been so distracted by the bounty before him, he’d almost
forgotten about the plug. Not now, though. Not when Alexei curled his fingers
around the base and tugged, opening Mike up before pushing it back in again.
    Mike moaned his approval as Alexei began to
fuck the plug in and out of him.  Long, firm strokes that sent chills up Mike’s
spine each time his ass stretched to accommodate the full breadth of it, then
clenched closed around the narrow neck, then stretched again as Alexei twisted
it from his body. He panted against Erik’s belly, his cheek pressed to his
shaft, his breath gusting over the head.
    Erik squirmed beneath him, his other leg
hooking over the other arm of