Chapter 84: Hard things [M]
Chapter 83
Jack
They hesitate for a moment before following my order, I take a step back and they stand to undress.
They are so awkward it’s cute. First the shirts are gone, then the bottoms, then the underwear. I let my eyes roam slowly, deliberately and for all their reluctance, they’re just as turned on as I am.
The funniest part? Neither of them can look at each other. Ciel stares at the wall like it suddenly became the most interesting thing in existence, and Nolan is focused on some random corner of the ceiling.
"Oh my god," I groan, pinching the bridge of my nose.
"You two look like teenagers at their first house party. You’re naked, not standing trial."
Ciel lets out a nervous little laugh, cheeks flushed pink, hands twitching like he doesn’t know where to put them. Nolan rubs the back of his neck, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. It’s adorable. Infuriating, but adorable.
"Look at each other," I order.
They both jerk at the same time, like startled cats. I have to bite my tongue not to laugh outright.
"Seriously?" Nolan mutters, but he does it. His gaze drags across Ciel’s body, and his breath stutters. Oh, he’s a goner.
Ciel finally looks too, and the way his pupils dilate gives him away. Their faces flush even deeper, and I lean back on my heels, satisfied.
"See? Not that hard
," I say lazily.I hook my thumbs into the waistband of my pants, shrug my shirt off my shoulders in one smooth motion, and shove down my pants and underwear at the same time. Their eyes follow me like I just flipped a switch in the room.
"We’ve got other hardthings to think about," I add, amused, catching the way Nolan’s throat bobs as he swallows and how Ciel looks away—only to glance back like he can’t help himself.
I take a step closer, closing the space between us. My hand slides to the back of Ciel’s neck, and he shivers beneath my touch. His skin is warm, soft, and familiar. I tilt his head up and press my lips against his. It’s hot, easy, instinctual.
But I don’t linger. I pull away, turn, and grab Nolan’s jaw next.
His breath catches—he always pretends like he doesn’t like when I take control, but the way his pulse thrums beneath my thumb tells another story. I kiss him too, slower at first, then deeper, until he leans in without hesitation.
Then I go back to Ciel.
And then Nolan again.
I can’t help the grin that spreads across my face. Wow. I like this. I really, really like this.
"See," I murmur between kisses, "no need to be so nervous."
They’re stiff at first like they’re waiting for permission to breathe—but my hands coax them gently, deliberately. I guide Ciel backward with a hand on his lower back, Nolan following without even realizing it, until I’ve herded both of them toward the bed like the scared little chickens they are.
The mattress dips as the back of Ciel’s knees hit it, and he sits with a startled sound. Nolan ends up right beside him, both of them flushed and wide-eyed like they’ve just walked into the deep end without knowing how to swim.
I step back just enough to look at them properly, to take them both in at once.
I step back just enough to look at them properly, to take them both in at once.
God, it’s a sight.
Ciel is beautiful in that almost unfair way—slender and pale, his skin flushed the loveliest soft pink against the white sheets. His red hair is a mess, falling over his forehead, and his lashes flutter like he’s trying to pretend he isn’t flustered out of his mind but unfortunately his cock has other plans with the way it stands hard and proud, a tempting sight that makes my mouth water.
Nolan is the opposite—broad, muscular, solid in a way that makes the air in my lungs turn hot and heavy. But his skin, too, blooms with color, his ears pink, his throat working as he swallows.His erection throbs, similar state to Ciel, I can’t help but admire the sight.
Wow.
Who’s the greedy bastard who gets to be on the receiving end of both those gazes?
Right. Me.
"Come on, scoot back further onto the bed," I say, my voice rougher than I intend.
They listen without a word, shifting back until their legs bump the pillows. I follow after, crawling onto the mattress, claiming the space between them like I’ve always belonged there.
As much as I’d love to draw this out—tease them until they’re shaking—there’s no time for that. Not today anyway.
I slide between Ciel’s thighs, gently parting his knees with my own, and catch his mouth in a kiss. He melts instantly, the way he always does—like all it takes is one touch from me and everything else falls away. His lips are soft, sweet, pliant, and when he exhales against my mouth, it makes my head spin.
When you get Ciel turned on enough, his brain just... shuts down, and he’s nothing but an omega with one singular purpose.
My hand finds his waist, fingers sliding up the curve of his stomach until they reach his chest. I pinch one of his nipples lightly, and the sound he makes—half gasp, half whimper—goes straight to my cock.
That’s my boy.
His hips shift, pressing closer, and by the time I tangle my other hand in his hair, he’s already kissing me back like the world might end if he stops. His pheromones roll out thick and heavy, sweet as sin, coating the air around us like honey.
Bingo.
I break away from him, dragging in a shaky breath, and turn on the bed until I’m lying on my back. Nolan doesn’t need instruction he leans down, his hands braced on either side of my head, and I meet his mouth halfway.
His kiss is rougher than Ciel’s, hotter, like he’s been holding back for too long and it’s finally slipping through his fingers.
And then there’s Ciel, not to be left out—he leans in from the other side, pressing kisses down my jaw, then lower to my neck, his breath feathering over my skin.His hand slides down my chest, fingers tracing the lines of my muscles, before wrapping around my cock. See, a go getter my sunshine is.
Their mouths are on me at the same time.
Fuck.
This is heaven.
I let my hand drag down over the planes of Nolan’s chest, feeling the way his heartbeat thrums against my palm as he kisses me. It’s strong, steady, almost stubborn in how hard he tries to keep himself contained.
Ciel, meanwhile, is already slipping lower, leaving a trail of heat and breath down my torso. He’s always so quick to give in, to follow instinct rather than fight it. His hair brushes against my skin, soft and familiar, and my breath hitches despite myself.
He takes my cock into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive tip, sending jolts of pleasure straight to my core.
But Nolan... Nolan’s still holding back. I can feel the tension coiled in him, the way his touch lingers on the edge of surrender but never quite crosses the line.
I pull away from his mouth just enough to look at him properly. He’s flushed, eyes dark, jaw tight like he’s fighting some invisible war with himself. Adorable. Frustrating. Perfect.
"Come on, little doggy," I murmur against his lips, voice low and teasing, "it’s no fun if you don’t let go too."
My thumb traces slow circles along the side of his neck, coaxing rather than forcing. "You think I’m going to let you just lie there looking pretty?" I add, amused, letting a soft laugh spill between us.
I drag my thumb across his lower lip, the same way I did earlier, slow and deliberate, until he leans forward without thinking. A small surrender. A crack in his careful walls.
"That’s it," I murmur. "Good boy."
Nolan finally gives in, his body pressing against mine as he kisses me deeply, his hips grinding against my thigh. I can feel his cock, hard and hot, leaving a trail of precum on my skin. I reach down, wrapping my hand around his length, wow he’s so hard.
Ciel makes a soft sound around me, half whine, half breathless moan. His hand moves in sync with his mouth, pumping my cock in a rhythm that has me on the edge of madness.
Stroking Nolan in time with Ciel’s movements, the dual sensations almost too much to bear. My own hips buck, seeking more friction, more pressure, more everything.
I drag my free hand through Ciel’s hair and tug gently, just enough to make him look up at me. His lips are already red and swollen, eyes heavy and glassy, pupils wide.
"That’s it sunshine," I murmur,Ciel makes a small, broken sound. Ciel loves being spoken to, and praised now now, what does my little doggy love?