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down my back. “Then stop looking into his past, huh? You think your father had something to do with a man's death, and you poke around. How does that sound like a good idea?”

“I have to know.”

“Walter'll let you know if he finds anything.” Richard held my face. He forced my eyes upon him. “Matthew and I will make it all go away. Let us take care of you.”

I nodded.

They kissed me. Each pressed into my mouth in turn. Their tongues dived in with devotion and determination, with passion and strength. They were giving me more than pleasure of the body. They were feeding me their love.

I let it spread over me like a protective shield— to keep me warm and safe when the storms came.

They removed my clothes and swiped aside everything on the desk. Richard spread me out on my back, giving me a perfect view as they undressed before me.

Richard located some lube and came back to me. He stood between my legs, and his hands spread my thighs apart. Matthew's mouth met mine again. He gave me not a moment's rest from the assault of lips and tongues. He tortured my chest with flicks and sucks and continued down my body, humming and moaning as he adored me with his tongue. I arched off the desk.

The wet heat of Matthew's lips covered my cock as Richard sent a thick finger into me. I moaned, the sound desperate, a little sad. I gripped at the edges of the desk. Richard assaulted me with his fingers until I writhed and begged for more, anxious for him to push in deeper, fill me wider, and for Matthew to take me all the way in his mouth.

Without warning, Richard pulled out. I begged again, pleaded with words they may not have understood. Whatever I said, it made Matthew suck harder, and his mouth took me in farther.

Richard pressed in again. I wasn't sure how much of him was inside me, but he stretched me wide, wider than I'd ever been taken with someone's fingers before.

“More.”

He pushed in and spread my legs apart with his body until my thighs burned with the stretch. I was being split open, sucked dry, and it blasted explosions throughout every nerve. My stomach muscles tightened, and my body propelled forward.

“Stop, Matthew,” Richard said.

Matthew gave no protest. He withdrew his mouth and hands. Richard slipped his fingers out in a slow drag. I groaned and collapsed back onto the desk.

I lifted my head. “No, no. Don't stop.”

Richard held my balls in one hand and squeezed the base of my cock with the other. “Breathe for a minute, Luke. We're gonna make this last. Stretch this out until you can't stand it any longer. Make you come until you're soaring. You'll forget about tonight. Hell, you'll forget where you are.”

“Yes. Want all of you. Inside.” I threw my head back to the desk. I arched up in a desperate appeal for more. I wanted what Richard promised. I needed it. But I couldn't forget who was giving it to me. I met their eyes.

Matthew kissed me. I tasted the faint remnants of my precum in his mouth. “Love you,” he said and kissed me again, filling my mouth with the taste of him and me.

“Matthew,” Richard said, “go get us a couple of towels and the large bottle of lube from the bathroom. In the bottom right drawer.”

Matthew stared at him for a moment, his eyes wide, his mouth hanging open, and then he was gone.

Richard's eyes never left mine. I couldn't look away.

“We really going to do this, Luke?”

“Yes. I need you. All of you.”

Matthew sprinted into the room. He tossed Richard the supplies and stood beside me again. He kissed me once, and then his searing mouth closed over my prick.

Slick fingers entered me until the fullness and stretch of a moment before returned.

“Oh God.” The slow torture compelled me to the edge with ease and care. Richard spread the slick of more lube around the entrance to my body. The pressure spiked as he pushed farther into me.

His voice was tense with desire when he spoke. “Oh, Luke. Are you going to take all of it?”

“Yes! All of you.”

A large hand stroked over my hip, and a small hand rubbed in circles over my stomach. The wet heat of Matthew's mouth continued to suck my cock with abandon, and his tongue scrubbed along my shaft. He knew how to work me over, but he'd never gone at it with such vigor before. Who knew he could get better?

My name on Richard's tongue was all the warning I needed. The pressure of the stretch intensified, and Richard's hand worked in past the widest point.

Then his entire hand was inside me.

The only man I'd ever trusted enough.

I couldn't see it, but there was no doubt of what he'd done— what we were doing.

“Richard.” I wanted him to move, to fuck me with his hand. If we stayed still for one more moment, I might lose my mind. “Richard. I need... anything. Please.”

“Luke.” He was breathless. “Hang on. Matthew and I— we'll take care of you.” If I could have opened my eyes, I was certain I'd have seen tears in his.

His hand moved, and all words were gone. I understood nothing of what they said or what I screamed. I was lost to all things but the two men touching me— inside and out.

I rode the waves of my orgasm far longer than I imagined possible. Matthew swallowed what he could, but even he had to pull off my cock before I finished spurting. He sucked in a deep breath and took me back in his mouth until I went soft. He licked everywhere, tasting all of me.

My body slumped onto the desk, and I was pretty sure I had no clue where I was. But I knew they were there with me.

Matthew patted my stomach. “Oh, man. Luke, he's... all of his hand.”

“Going to pull