A Gift from Me to Us - M4A

A twinkle of candlelight dances across the bedroom walls, beckoning you to come in, to relax. You glance up at Logan, then back down and smile. A twinkle of light nearly as bright and warm as the flickering flames that now surround you smiles back. The tiniest curl at the corners of his mouth, but you can feel how heavy his eyes are on you. His jaw lined with the shadow of a recently shaved beard draws your eyes along it before you notice he's moving. He crawls on all fours, crossing the bedroom floor. You gaze over his form, eyes following natural lines and curves, taut muscles giving some entertaining definition to this beautiful man. Logan gently tugs a leash that you now see connects to a collar, and the man kneels. You feel a stir of excitement looking down on him. Your eyes wander down his chest, his stomach, his thighs. Appreciating. Appraising. 

Hands glide down your back and over your ass as Logan slips behind you. You feel his teeth gently nip your neck and hear the pop of your shirt buttons as his fingers go to work. "He clearly has your attention. I knew you'd like him." A tug of the leash, and you feel the face pressed against your thigh. Your fingers instinctively tangle themselves in his hair, gently playing as he breathes softly. The zip of pants. Strong fingers grip your hips, bringing your ass back tightly against something very hard.

"I promised you I'd get you something special, didn't I?" Your free hand reaches back and brushes over his hip and thigh, slipping into his slacks and pulling out his cock. You stroke slowly as you look down at the man bathed in candlelight, your hand in his hair gently tugging, pulling his head back. He's so easy to control. So eager to be guided by your touch. You moan low, nearly growling with delight at this wonderful surprise. "His name is Ryder. You're gonna be a good boy, aren't you Ryder?" Logan whispers over your shoulder. The kneeling man smiles and nods, a light tug of his hair still caught in your grip. A soft moan escapes his lips and it feels delicious coming from below you.

"You've been so good for me lately, I couldn't help myself... Besides... you're not the only one who's going to enjoy him." Logan caresses Ryder's cheek, thumb tracing over his soft lips. Another little moan and you shiver. You feel your pants drop to the floor, unaware Logan was even working at them, and quickly pull Ryder forward. His hands deftly glide up and down your thighs, your hips, his head leaning down to press soft kisses to your pelvis. He locks eyes with you and bites his lip, clearly excited by the way you're looking at him. The hunger in your gaze.

You chuckle and take the leash in hand, replacing it for the natural one of his hair. Pulling slowly, you guide Ryder to where you clearly want him. He stares desperately, lips parting in anticipation, breath heavy with his own excitement. His tongue presses against you and he instantly begins to lap and lick at you, hands moving to the back of your thighs to pull himself to you. Logan's own grip on your ass has barely lessened, helping push you forward and harder into Ryder's mouth. 

"Fuck... that's so hot. I love watching your eyes... It's so interesting seeing how it differs when you're the one on your knees... tongue doing wonderful things to me..." Logan's lips lock with yours and the two of you kiss furiously, your hips starting to roll on their own with every curl of Ryder's tongue. You bite Logan's lip, taking his cock back in hand and stroking hard, now eager to prove yourself twice over: by enjoying this wonderful treat, but also by showing just how grateful you are. Logan's breath hitches just slightly and that's all the permission you need.

A firm tug on Ryder's leash pulls him off of you, a brief respite to catch his breath, before you guide Logan's cock past his lips. His eyes get heavy and dazed as you see the shaft disappear all the way to the base, hearing Ryder gag softly. You grin with pleasure as Logan pulls back from the kiss with a beautiful little gasp of surprise. Using the moment to take advantage of his pleasure, you begin to move Ryder's head, fucking his mouth on Logan's cock with slow, sloppy thrusts, his moans meeting Logan's with every movement, an echoing ecstasy. 

"Mmm... Even when I bring you a treat... you're still trying so hard to make sure I am enjoying myself. But come on... it's your turn..." Logan whispers into your ear through growls of pleasure. The vibrations against your ear send a shiver along your spine. Despite his honorable words, Logan takes Ryder's head in his hands and begins to thrust. You smirk at his lust, taking a step back to get a better view, and to play with yourself, watching the two men enjoying each other. Ryder's hand idly slides up his thigh, trailing along the bare skin, clearly too lost in Logan's thrusts to know what to do. You encourage him to touch himself, sitting back on the edge of the bed just behind Logan and spreading your legs to give your new plaything a good view of what your own hand is doing.

He moans, drooling over the cock in his mouth as he takes his own in hand, stroking long, shivering strokes from base to tip. His fingers curl and dance over it, taking moments to tease at the head, his thighs tensing and straining with every sensitive touch. Logan laughs through heavy breath, relishing the pretty face of the man below him, and the wonderful feeling of his mouth. A short whimper escapes your lips as you watch spit drip from the thick cock sliding in and out of Ryder's throat. Logan looks back as he slows his thrusts, taking in the sight of you.

"Oh now that is lovely..." He groans softly, pulling Ryder's lips off of his now spit coated shaft and kneels beside him, whispering in his ear, clearly nibbling at it as well. "Mmm look at that, Ryder... do you see what good boys get? Keep stroking yourself, but don't cum yet, okay? Not until you're told. You'll tell him, won't you?" Your eyes match the teasing fire in Logan's. You nod in response and hear a delicate whimper from the collared man as his hand slows to a barely tolerable speed. "Good boy." Logan pats his ass and you give the leash a gentle tug, guiding him to crawl between your knees. You smile down at him as he nears, and lean in to kiss him. He kisses back in a daze, lips barely able to match your passion, surprised entirely by your tongue twirling with his own. 

A delightful sound passes his lips as you lean back, satisfied with his kisses and eager to put his mouth to better use. You tangle your fingers back in Ryder's hair, loving the feeling of his smooth locks laced between your fingers. So soft. So good for gripping and pulling. So you do. A tiny gasp of glee as his mouth is once again on you, tongue and lips moving eagerly to please you as if it's his only goal, his only purpose. Logan has other ideas.

You feel his strong fingers grip your shoulders, firmly but carefully pulling you back to lay on the bed. Your head suddenly over the end, you gasp in surprise at the sight of Logan's cock hanging over you, still glistening in the dancing lights. You lick your lips instinctually and, trying to maintain some semblance of control in the situation, yank Ryder's hair, pulling him harder into you, goading him to work even more diligently in your own pleasure. He does so gladly, tongue flicking back and forth with either practiced or desperate speed. Your moan is muffled as Logan's own fills the room again, and as his cock fills your throat. 

Gagging, swallowing, your mind trying to stay afloat in a sea of excitement, your hands in Ryder's hair a buoy of sanity between his mouth and Logan's shaft. Uncaring for your need to hold on to your senses, the man standing above you leans in and begins to thrust slowly, every inch of his throbbing cock sliding out until your lips tenderly brush over the head, and all the way in until you're kissing his pelvis. Your breath is sparse, caught between Logan's movements, and the lack of air is starting to make you dizzy, or maybe its Ryder's somehow more eager ministrations, leaning into you, his soft hands gripping your thighs and pushing them apart so he can work his mouth over you easier, faster, lips sucking hard at you. Somehow you don't think like you're in charge anymore. 

Letting go and allowing the men to both use you in their own way, you feel that wonderful build reaching closer and closer to its inevitable end, your thighs clenching as you buck your hips up into Ryder's mouth, your own lips and tongue working by instinct to draw forth Logan's orgasm to get even. A groan of approval echoes from somewhere distant, the haze over your mind stronger and stronger by the second as you run out of air and sense. Ryder saves you from losing yourself completely, wrapping his arms about your thighs, holding you tight in expectation.

You reward him, hands holding his head tight against you as you cum in his mouth, your own mouth stuffed as Logan finishes at the same time, holding himself at the back of your throat as he cums. Clearly the sight of Ryder taking you over the edge was something wonderful, as Logan can hardly control himself, sporadically thrusting as he finishes and shivering slightly as your lips tighten about the tip when he tries to pull out. A look of annoyed delight crosses his face and he laughs weakly, pulling out so you can finally get a lungful of air. He leans down to crash his lips against yours, tasting himself on your tongue as you try to catch your breath through his hungry kiss. A soft whimper from beyond gives you pause. 

"Oh you poor thing... you didn't get to cum, did you?" Logan looks pitifully at the man still kneeling between your legs. His arm shifts as he shakes his head, hand clearly stroking feverishly below the edge of the bed. You and Logan lock eyes again, this time smiling tenderly. The two of you grab the precious plaything you've acquired and drag him into the bed, pulling him between you. He gasps with surprise and excitement as a hand from either side begins to play with him. Logan's fingers curl and gently tug at his balls, pulling fresh moans from his pretty lips as your own hand glides along his cock, feeling the veins along its thick shaft as you stroke him. You smile across at Logan and the two of you both lean in to kiss and lick and bite at Ryder's soft flesh, marking either side his neck, his shoulders, his ears, and of course his lips, cherishing them against your own. Logan chuckles as he slips down a little and circles Ryder's nipple with his tongue, teeth catching the tip of it between them every so often to tease him. You move to his ear again, and whisper those wonderful words he's been waiting to hear. 

Ryder cries out in ecstasy, cumming immediately at your command. He thrusts helplessly against your hand, emptying himself completely over your fingers as they continue to work him, drawing forth every last drop and continuing to stroke slowly. You feel him shiver against you as your fingers trail from his balls up to the tip, teasing over it again and again, up and down. Logan continues to lick and bite at your shared toy as you both play with him, relishing these extended moments of his release. Finally, you relent, and the two of you rest your heads against his shoulders, catching your breath and letting Ryder do the same. 

Silence apart from the gentle breaths. Logan looks across the smooth skin between you and smiles, winking. You smile back, grateful, planting a tender kiss on the rising chest before laying your head back again. 

"Thank you." Ryder finally speaks, his voice gentle silk against your ears as much as his skin. You lean into that silk and close your eyes.