Dare
They were beautiful.
Scott’s pure abandon as he squirmed and whimpered…Ryan’s wide-eyed desire and unspoken love for Scott…they were beautiful.
As I sent Scott higher, teasing his sensitive nipples and letting my fingers rub right by his cock without actually touching it, he made sweet begging sounds and frantic noises. He was so needy and desperate for more, I wanted to give him everything.
That would have to wait, though. One step at a time.
Ryan seemed to be enjoying Scott’s desire as much as I was. I had to think that the chance for Ryan to finally touch and start to explore Scott while still being under my control was making him even more turned on. As sweet and perfect for each other as they were, they needed someone to give them a push and to give them the control they craved.
As much as I wanted it to last, Scott was right on the edge and was barely hanging on. He’d been honest that he loved having his nipples played with, but as he moaned and writhed, I thought it was more than that.
When I released his nipple and looked up, Scott managed to catch his breath enough to focus on me, but Ryan was still a thorough distraction. Scott’s eyes were glazed with desire and even though he hadn’t gotten to come yet, there was a satisfied look that said he’d never been happier.
“We’re going to keep playing with you until you come. No hands on your cock. No tight ass wrapped around it. No hard dick sliding into you. Just these sensitive nipples under my command.” I wasn’t sure if it was the reminder of what else could happen or the fact that he’d submitted to me, but it seemed to shred the last of his threadbare control.
As I leaned back in and bit down on his tender nub, he cried out and bucked up into me. Ryan moaned and I could feel his body move as he sucked harder on Scott. Watching them together was incredible. Scott glanced down at us, and it must have been too much because he gasped out and shook.
We kept up the overwhelming flood of sensation as he thrust up and came.
Maybe I should have stripped him down, but it hadn’t been planned and we hadn’t talked about how far he was willing to go, so it wouldn’t have been fair. Those were conversations that needed to be had when he could think clearly and focus, not when he was needy and already fantasizing about what could happen.
When he finally slumped back into the couch, I reached out and touched Ryan’s head to let him know we were done. We both moved up and curled around him on the couch. Scott’s eyes were closed, but nothing in his body language or expression said he was upset or embarrassed. If anything, he seemed sated and relaxed.
Ryan was watching him with a careful expression but curled tight around him like he was worried what would happen if he let go of Scott. Being mindful of his tender nipples, I let one hand slowly caress over Scott’s chest, reminding him I was there and hopefully telling him that we were okay with what happened.
“You were beautiful.” I kissed his cheek tenderly and waited while he floated in what was probably the most relaxed he’d been in a while.
Ryan took a chance and slowly inched closer to kiss Scott’s other cheek. “That was incredible. Thank you.”
At Ryan’s touch, Scott cracked open one eye. “I think I should be thanking you.” Then his half-focused gaze moved to me. “Both of you.”
“No.” I moved my hand up to cup his cheek. “You gave us everything and trusted us. We should be thanking you.”
He smiled. “How about we agree that no one owes anyone thanks when they come. With three of us, I think that’s going to be the easiest rule.”
Ryan and I both laughed and I nodded. “I think that’s a rule I can live with.”
Ryan gave me a coy look that seemed to be a mix of nerves and desire. “Are you going to make rules for us?”
Oh yes.
“That’s something we need to talk about.” I leaned over Scott and gave Ryan a tender kiss. “There might be things I want to have rules about that you don’t. We’ll compromise on some things, and others I’m fine with not getting my way.”
I gave them both a long look that hopefully showed how much I wanted them. “Just because I want to control your orgasms and pleasure doesn’t mean you’ll be willing to call me when you want to come, or that you’ll agree to only orgasm how I tell you to.”
Ryan’s mouth dropped open. “How?”
It took Scott another few seconds to catch up to what I’d said. “All of them?”
No disagreement or causal comment about how frustrating that would be…just pure shocked pleasure. My perfect boys.
“Oh yes, all of them. Every orgasm and jerk-off session. I might have you text me when you want to come, but then I’d tell you how you got to come. Not just if you could.”
“Both?” I might have broken Scott’s mind.
“Yes. Both.” I gave him another kiss. “It’s not something we have to do, but it’s a possibility we’ll talk about.”
“Like what?” Ryan was still aroused enough that he could only focus on how I’d let him come, not the fact that he’d have to ask for permission.
Now to see what they might like. “I could decide to let you orgasm, but I might have you do it hands free. You’d have to grind your cock against the bed or, if Scott’s being punished, I might not let him come but he could let you hump him so you could get off.”
The options were endless.
“Fuck.” Ryan managed the one word, but after that, just stared, lost in thoughts of sexy options if the state of his erection was any clue.
My shy Scott just watched us both in surprise.
Yup, I’d broken him.
Deciding to let them pull back from the mental circle of dirty what-ifs, I straightened and gave them both quick kisses again. As much as I wanted to tease them and discover more about what made Ryan squirm and moan, I had a more pressing concern. I needed to make sure Scott didn’t end up feeling awkward about what had happened.
Bringing my hand up, I caressed over Scott’s head, trying for tender, not arousing. “We need to get you cleaned up. I think I was promised dinner and a movie tonight.”
“Dinner?” Scott blinked at me, but then I saw the lightbulb go off in his eyes. “Oh, yes, dinner.”
Ryan’s gaze was bouncing back and forth between us, so I knew his mind was whirling, but he seemed to be waiting for me to make the next move. Rising off the couch, I reached out and took Scott’s hands. “Let’s get you cleaned up, then we’ll order dinner.”
Scott looked down at our clasped hands and then over to Ryan. I smiled, because they were so cute, and leaned over to kiss him again. “Safewords aren’t just for when we’re in a scene. If something outside of sex makes you uncomfortable, I need you to tell me. If you need privacy that’s fine, but we wanted to take care of you, and personally, I wasn’t ready to let you walk away yet.”
Because who knew what messages his brain would start shooting off. We hadn’t technically had sex, but we’d done enough that I knew he’d felt his submission, and just the idea that he’d done something with Ryan could be overwhelming. I didn’t want him to feel crowded, but I wanted him to know he was safe with us inside and outside a scene.
He nodded and rose as I stepped back. Then, in another sweet moment, he reached for Ryan’s hand. Ryan was quiet as he stood up, but as we started heading for the bedrooms, he found his voice. Looking to me, he jerked his head toward the left. “That’s Scott’s room. He’s got a bathroom in there too.”
Scott’s brows pulled together. “But you—”
Ryan chuckled, interrupting Scott. “And he still feels bad for winning the coin toss. He kept trying to give me the room for the whole first month we were living here.”
Scott blushed but shrugged, not trying to hide the truth. I thought it was too sweet. “That will just make it easier for us to get him cleaned up.”
Dried cum was not comfortable.
Not that I was going to point that out; I had a feeling it would make him blush even redder and I wanted to make him more comfortable, not embarrassed. As we entered Scott’s room and dropped hands, I looked around.
The bed was a sub’s dream. The queen-size bed had what looked to be a sturdy iron headboard and footboard with railings that would be perfect for tying him to. It wasn’t what I’d pictured, but somehow it suited the shy man.
Shy on the outside and deliciously wicked on the inside.
I turned to Scott and winked. “I like your bed.”
“You want to be tied to that, don’t you?” Ryan blurted out the question like he was asking Scott about what he wanted for dinner.
Scott wasn’t embarrassed, though; he was evidently too used to Ryan for that. Scott shrugged and took a deep breath. “Yes.”
“I’d love to tie you up to it. I think Ryan’s curious about it too. I might end up having both of you restrained.” It was easy to picture. Both of them stretched out on the bed…side by side or maybe even wrapped around each other but still tied up and at my whim.
Ryan didn’t try to hide it. He licked his lips and nodded, still focused on the bed. “I should have realized that when you bought it. You were really uncomfortable when it got delivered. I thought you were just embarrassed because it was expensive.”
“I thought you’d guess or just know by looking at it.”
“I probably should have.” Ryan seemed to be growing frustrated over his own shortsightedness.
“Neither of you were ready to talk about it or you would have. Eventually, it would have come up because you’re too good of friends for it to have stayed hidden forever, but you needed to get comfortable with who you were first.” I didn’t want either of them beating themselves up about it.
They both looked hesitant, like they wanted to believe it but couldn’t. “You’d have never opened up so easily at the club and afterward if you weren’t ready to talk about it. Look how quickly things went from hidden to talking about it today. If you hadn’t already thought about it, then it would have taken a lot longer to get to this point.”
They both slowly nodded, but it was my shy Scott that spoke as he looked at Ryan. “I almost told you last year when I broke up with that dentist. He kept accusing me of hiding things from him, and he was right. I hadn’t told him what I really wanted, but after it blew up I almost told you. It just seemed…huge.” Scott shrugged, not sure how to articulate it.
Ryan stood there stiffly for a moment, but then closed the space between them and gave Scott a hug. “I’d have told you too. I mean, if you’d have said something I would have told you.”
They were so cute.
When Ryan stepped back they were both smiling shyly at each other. Ryan reached up and ran his hand over Scott’s head as he glanced over at me. “Should we clean him up?”
“Yes, I think that would be a good idea.” By the way Scott was starting to shift, he thought it was a good idea too.
Ryan looked thoughtful. “I’ll grab a washcloth from the bathroom, if that’s alright with you?”
“Sounds perfect.” I moved slowly toward Scott, but glanced at Ryan. “Once you get it you can finish helping me.”
Scott watched me closely, shifting nervously, but he didn’t use his safeword or give me any indication he wanted things to stop. Not that I was going to let them get out of hand. We were cleaning him up, not getting him off again.
As Ryan walked through a door I assumed went to the bathroom, I started stroking Scott’s chest and abs and moving my hands down to take off his belt. The jeans were barely damp in the front, but I knew whatever he was wearing under them had to be soaked. I kept up the deliberately slow pace so that he could stop me any time, but aside from his stillness and the fact that he seemed to be breathing harder, he was quiet.
I had the pants unbuttoned and was easing down the zipper when Ryan came back into the room. He had a damp washcloth in one hand as he came up behind Scott and wrapped his arm around him. He could have been offering support for the almost intimate act, but instead, he was letting his best friend know he was there and that nothing had changed.
When I moved to ease Scott’s pants down over his hips, Ryan reached down and grabbed one side of the fabric to help me. Whether or not he knew it, the message was clear: even though they’d put me in charge, we were in it together.
I loved it. Deliberate or not, it was perfect.
Ryan gently moved closer to Scott as I knelt down in front of Scott and helped him step out of his pants. His quiet words were heartfelt and I knew it was his way of making sure Scott knew they could talk about it. “I liked touching you. You were beautiful.”
I wasn’t the only one worried about what would happen after the passion cleared.
Scott sighed as I reached up to take off his tight, damp boxer briefs and leaned back into Ryan’s embrace. As I pulled them down over his still half-hard cock, he closed his eyes. It seemed more like he was glad to have someone there rather than feeling embarrassment.
When Scott was naked, Ryan handed me the washcloth and I carefully wiped the cum from around Scott’s cock. His dick twitched and I had a feeling it wouldn’t take much to get him going again, but I kept my touch brief. I wanted both sides of a relationship with them, the hot and the sweet.
After I had him clean, Ryan took the cloth from me and tossed it into a basket by the bathroom door. Then he pointed toward the dresser on the opposite wall. “He has some pants in there that he likes to wear to hang out. The second drawer down.”
Rising, I stretched up and kissed Scott’s cheek. “Do you want a T-shirt?”
Scott opened his eyes and started to speak, but Ryan beat him to it. “He doesn’t really like to wear shirts unless people are coming over. I guess that makes sense now.”
I almost expected a blush, but Scott just shrugged. “They rub.”
Chuckling, I grabbed a pair of striped cotton sleep pants out of the drawer and closed it. Bringing them over to Scott, I knelt down in front of him again. “I can understand that, and you don’t have to wear a shirt around me unless you want to. I’m not just ‘people.’”
Ryan broke in quietly. “No, you’re more than that.”
“You’re our boyfriend and…” Then Scott paused for a moment as he looked down at me. “Dom.”