But to hell with watching them when he could join in.
He put the lube on the condom, then some more on his finger, and moved right behind Rolex, distracted for a moment by the play of muscles on his shoulders and the different view of his thrusting body. He slid his fingers between the man’s cheeks and probed at his hole—impatient to get inside, but not enough to deliver anything less than a top-class fuck. When he got to the ring of muscle, Rolex stopped moving and widened his stance, even pushed his arse further out. Regardless of every sign of readiness, Tristan still pressed a finger in first, and then a second, because the man did yield to him pretty quickly, though he was tensing and tightening, likely from the sensory overload.
“Don’t move,” Tristan ordered.
“Not easy.” Rolex blew out a deep, shuddering breath.
“Ever done it like this?” Tristan worked his fingers deeper and kept teasing the muscle, almost pulling out before he pushed back in. “Fucking one guy while getting fucked?”
“Tried once, turned into a bit of a disaster.” Rolex gulped.
“Well.” Tristan pulled his fingers out and positioned himself with one hand, wrapping his free arm around Rolex’s taut waist. “You’re in good hands with us.” On the last word, he pushed in, keeping the angle just right, and grinned when Rolex’s only response was a choked gasp. “Don’t move. Not yet. Can’t have you blow too quickly in Jared’s sweet little arse, can we?”
“Uh . . . I . . . Holy fuck.”
“That’s a good answer.” Tristan pushed in farther, pulled back out, and pushed right back in, slowly working himself deeper. Rolex was tight, and he was nervous, and he was trying very hard not to move.
Jared reached up and kissed him deeply, tongue and all judging by the way Jared’s cheek hollowed and both their jaws moved, and Tristan stayed still until he felt the man relax a little more. He used that moment to get all the way inside, groin flush to Rolex’s arse. “Oh, you’re tight. Bet you’re even tighter than Jared here.”
Between them, Rolex shivered. He pressed back against Tristan, and at first, Tristan thought he was trying to pull him even deeper. But then Jared moaned into Rolex’s kiss, and Tristan realised Rolex was trying to move inside him. Tristan drew back, Rolex followed, and then Rolex pushed forwards again. The two of them found a steady cadence, Rolex fucking Jared while Tristan fucked him, and after a few strokes, Jared broke the kiss and sank back onto the bed.
“Oh God.” He arched under Rolex, fingers gripping the man’s shoulders so tight it was probably painful, though Rolex didn’t seem to mind. Then Jared opened his eyes. He looked up at Rolex. At Tristan. At Rolex again.
And the most blissed-out smile spread across his lips. “You two are so . . . oh fuck. You—” He cut himself off with a soft moan. “You two are so fucking hot like that.”
Tristan leaned forwards, resting a hand on Rolex’s hip to steady himself, and kissed the side of Rolex’s neck. “He likes this,” he murmured. “Maybe we should give him more?”
Rolex turned his head slightly. “More?”
“Mm-hmm.” Tristan reached around Rolex and found Jared’s hard cock. As he stroked him, bringing a whimper out of Jared, Tristan thrust a little harder into Rolex. “Fuck him. Hard.”
He didn’t even know which of them moaned that time. He really didn’t care. Rolex was moving faster now, and so was he, and Jared’s dick seemed to be getting harder and thicker inside his tight grip, and as the room spun around him, Tristan wondered how much longer he could possibly last like this.
“Oh . . . shit . . .” Rolex arched against Tristan. His rhythm went to hell, but Tristan’s didn’t, and his thrusts forced Rolex into Jared again and again. “D-don’t stop.”
“Stop?” Tristan laughed softly beneath Rolex’s ear. “Not a chance.”
Jared’s hand disappeared from Rolex’s shoulder. A second later, Rolex sucked in a sharp breath and tensed, thrusting into Jared and not pulling out, and as Tristan kept right on fucking him, he realised Jared had grabbed Rolex’s nipple. Probably pinching it, maybe twisting it, but whatever he was doing, it was driving Rolex absolutely insane, so Tristan gave him all he had, slamming into him, deep and hard. He released Jared’s cock and held onto Rolex’s hips—Jared didn’t protest. He was grinning up at Rolex, out of breath and flushed and probably not going to last much longer than either of them.
Then Rolex released a loud, helpless cry that almost took Tristan right over the edge with him. He shuddered between Jared and Tristan, as if trying to force himself deeper and at the same time encourage Tristan to give him more, and then he exhaled hard and slumped over Jared.
“Jesus Christ,” he slurred. “You two are amazing.”