He’d drank enough wine to have a slight buzz, so he just felt warm. Camden had been a gentleman all night. Pulled out their chairs. Refilled their glasses and they’d talked about everything and nothing. Dinner was amazing, and they were walking back into the bed and breakfast. He and Saint held hands as Camden unlocked the door and stepped back to let them go first. Camden had touched them all night. Small caresses to their lower backs, held their hands and kissed them whenever the big man felt like it. He knew he’d tensed the first few times and sensed Saint had too, but no one had seemed to pay them any attention.

The dining room had filled up as they were finishing dinner. He emptied his wineglass and placed it on the counter as he passed.

“Go on upstairs. I’m going to lock up and be right there.”

He turned to smile over his shoulder at Camden. His arms and legs felt heavy. The wine had relaxed him, and even Saint seemed to be mellower than normal. He loved Saint, but his twin had a tendency to be a little high-strung when he was nervous.

They slowly ascended the steps to their room. The door stood open, and he swore they’d closed it before they left. Shimmering lights illuminated the room, and when he walked inside, his gasp was mirrored by his brother’s. Electric candles filled the room. The bed was turned down.

“I know you two probably didn’t need all the candlelight and all, but I wanted to give that to y’all.”

He turned as he and Saint separated. “Why?”

“Well, since it’s y’all’s first time, I wanted to make it special. Am I being a total moron right now?”

“No,” he and Saint bellowed.

“It’s perfect. No one ever thought to romance us before.” He turned to see the awe on Saint’s face at what Camden had done for them.

“I thought you two deserved it. Now, I want you two to do something for me.” Camden's eyes turned dark, and the man removed his t-shirt.

Every muscle was tight. They knew Camden worked out with Liv and Little at least three days a week and sparred with the Trenton Crew the other two.

“Strip.”

He darted a nervous glance at Saint. He hadn’t heard that commanding tone since the night he’d showered with Camden.

“I want you two naked and on the bed.”

They quickly stripped as Camden walked over to his bag. He straightened with condoms and a bottle of lube in his hands. They went to the bed and lay down.

“We need to talk, if either of you don’t want this, you always have the right to tell me no. I don’t care if I’m balls deep, you tell me to stop, and it ends there, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” Both their voices cracked as they answered.

They’d prepared every day for this moment. Every time Camden had sucked his dick and played with his ass, he’d asked himself would he finally know what it was like to be fucked by the big man, but each time Camden made him feel good and took the bare minimum for himself. He and Saint talked about it, Camden made every touch special and never demanded. They wondered if Camden even knew how to be selfish.

Camden avoided relationships so that he’d never leave someone behind. Told them it wasn’t fair, but they knew that minutes, hours or years weren’t guaranteed. They’d learned that they needed to accept the time they had and enjoy it, love hard because it wouldn’t always be there.

The condoms and lube were tossed onto the bed, then Camden stripped. He took in how the light played over the dark skin that covered the strength beneath. Every shift and play of powerful muscles. Camden was built like a man that made other’s insecure about how they looked, but Camden made them feel gorgeous. Camden’s gaze moved over him, then Saint before Camden crawled into bed. The mattress dipped under his weight.

Then it was a full-on assault, kisses and touches, sharp bites and sucks until they were arched off the bed. He’d learned Camden loved leaving marks, touching or kissing them later to remind them of the pleasure and pain. Saint gasped, and he opened his eyes to find Camden sucking Saint’s cock. The backs of Saint’s thighs on Camden’s shoulders. Camden bobbed and played between Saint’s thighs. The snick of the lube, and seconds later, Saint writhed and begged.

He lifted to his knees and came up behind Camden. He stroked his mouth along the man’s spine, licked the salty taste from Camden’s skin.

As Camden lifted, he wrapped his arms around Camden and took his thick cock in his hand. He peeked around Camden to see Saint holding his legs open. He played with the barbells, caught them with his nails and listened to Camden growl.

“Fuck, so sweet and sexy, innocent and all fucking mine. Tell me yes, baby.”

Saint stuttered out a yes.

Camden's hands came back to squeeze his cheeks and finger his hole. “Eric, I want you on your back and getting yourself all nice and ready, because I’m not stopping until both my boys come on my cock.”

He nearly lost it on Camden’s ass at the words. He didn’t realize he’d closed his eyes until Camden’s fingers tightened in his hair and pulled him around until Camden’s mouth slammed down on his. The kiss was brutal, not gentle like the others, so this wasn’t like the times before.

He was pushed onto his back and watched Camden roll a condom on. Camden used the lube and afterward pressed the bottle into his hand.

Camden lay down on Saint, the man stroked Saint’s cheeks, and Camden’s left hand pushed between them.

“Baby, I want you to keep breathing, and then I need you to push out for me. Can you do that?”

“Yes.”

“Don’t be scared, this is about you, you come first, always.”

He watched Saint’s face closely, waited for the fear or a flash of pain, but Saint’s eyes widened.

“Breath, baby, that’s right. Such a good boy. You like me fucking you?”

He watched the slow, fluid motions of Camden, the way Camden’s muscles contracted and released. Camden spoke to Saint in a low tone, most of it too quiet for him to hear. Saint whimpered, and Camden grunted.

He let his eyes close as he slicked his fingers and prepared himself for Camden. He listened to the sounds, the smell of sex that thickened in the room and felt the motion of the bed. The sway quickened and slowed in a teasing rhythm. He peeked from under his lashes to find Camden watching him.

“Turn sideways. I want to suck your cock as you get yourself ready.”

He obeyed with his fingers deep in his ass, and he nearly screamed as Camden swallowed his cock. He didn’t know what was going on, so he focused on Camden sucking him. He thrust two fingers, then three until he reached four as he pounded into his ass. Camden’s goatee was tickling his nuts and taint. Then a scream had him opening his eyes to find Saint arched off the bed, come covering his belly and Camden pulled away to kiss the tears from Saint’s lashes and cheeks. Camden’s thrusts were shallow as he drew out Saint’s pleasure.

“Love how you come on my fat dick. So, fucking tight. Letting me love on that ass…only mine. Tell me, Ellison, you belong to me, only me.”

“Only you.”

“My good boy, baby.”

The caresses weren’t hurried. Camden wasn’t rushing from Saint to him. Camden was gentle and sweet, everything Saint needed.

Camden pulled back slowly, sat back on his heels and removed the condom, then replaced it with a new one.

“On your knees.” Camden’s order punctuated with hands gently turning him over. “Shit, look at the pretty ass.”

Camden landed a few smacks, and Sin threw his head back, the pleasure and pain he’d learned he loved from Camden. Camden bit at his throat as the thick head pushed into his hole. The barbells felt odd as they flipped over his rim. He bit his lip as they teased his prostate. The thrusts were shallow, going deeper on every slid inside. Saint moaned, and he turned his head to see Camden had Saint lifted with a hand behind his head.

Camden and Saint kissed as Camden fucked him harder. Camden’s fingers laced through his left, and he noticed Camden released Saint and held his twin’s hand.

The big man’s attention came back fully to him. The press of their mouths was awkward, all tongue and teeth with labored breaths. His ass was on fire with the brutal jabs and the slap of Camden’s hips against him. Camden released his hand then wrapped his fingers around the front of his throat.

“So beautiful, such a good boy, taking my cock. Show your Daddy how much you love it. Fuck yourself on my dick. I want to watch you take it.”

His cock jerked, and he looked over his shoulder. Camden knelt behind him. The man’s focus on where he was embedded in his ass. He thrust back, ground against the man and felt the course pubes against his hole, he repeated the thrust and grind until he couldn’t take it anymore. He rode the thick, pierced length of Camden cock harder and faster. Camden’s fingers fisted in his hair.

“That’s right, boy. Come on my cock. Then I’ll let you and Ellison taste when I come. Give it to me, boy.”

The hard slap to his ass had him reaching for his cock, and he stroked until the pleasure was so painful he could barely touch himself until he came on the sheet under him. His body bowed and then Camden was gone, and he was thrown onto his back.

Camden stroked his bare cock above his and Saint’s face.

“My beautiful boys, waited so—” A grunt turned into a growl. “—long for you two to be mine. Open your mouths.”

He opened his mouth just as Camden came. He whimpered at the salty, bitter taste on his tongue, but he couldn’t look away. Camden’s back was bowed, his sweat glistened in the flickering light as he brutally stroked his cock painting their faces with his release.

Camden’s mouth was on his, tongue fucking his mouth, then Saint’s. Camden fell between them, pulled them close until their heads rested on Camden’s wide heaving chest.

His ass was sore, and he could barely keep his eyes open, but he turned to check Saint. His twin was smiling with his eyes closed. Blissed out and happy, the most relaxed he’d ever seen Saint.

“You two were so good. Boys, did I make you two feel good.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

A kiss brushed his forehead then Saint’s. He didn’t think he could get any happier. He was right where he wanted to be, and it might not be a fairy tale, but it was fucking close.