Chapter 6

CHAPTER 6

MAGNUS

I can't help but grin as I watch Leo unfasten his pants, the outline of his arousal unmistakable and growing more impressive by the second. There's something intoxicating about the way he's responding to the moment, a mixture of curiosity and desire that pulls me in further.

Honestly, I expected the pair to tell me to back off by now. I mean, here I am, feeling up a taken man and pushing the boundaries of their relationship. But instead of resistance, I sense an undeniable chemistry crackling in the air. Leo and Mason are caught in a moment that seems to blur the lines of what's typically acceptable, and yet, they appear to be revelling in the thrill of it all.

It's as if they're letting the tension build between us, something electric sparking with every glance and touch. Leo's fingers are deft as he works at unbuckling his belt, his eyes never leaving mine, challenging me to keep pushing. I can see the mix of nerves and excitement flashing across his face, and it ignites a fire in me.

Mason's reaction is equally captivating; a soft sigh escapes his lips at my touch, his body leaning into mine as I explore his chest. The trust between them is palpable, a silent communication that says they're willing to explore this unexpected dynamic. I can't help but feel a sense of power and excitement knowing I'm at the centre of it.

This isn't just about physical desire, it's an exploration of boundaries and desires, and I find myself enthralled by how effortlessly we're dancing around each other, all while the world outside fades away.

This wouldn't be the first threesome I've had, not even the first with an established couple, but something about this moment feels different. There's an intoxicating energy swirling around us, a tension that suggests we could have an incredible time together, and I'm eager to explore it.

I'm too busy taking in the sight of Leo, his intensity, the way his eyes darken with desire, to notice how quickly Mason's breath has started to quicken. So, I'm taken aback when I hear Mason's whispered plea, "Please."

"Please what?" I ask, my voice steady yet curious, still fixated on Leo.

"Please, just do something," Mason begs, urgency evident in his tone. His need strikes a chord deep within me, igniting a spark of excitement. Removing my hands from beneath his shirt, I intertwine my fingers with Mason's and pull him in the direction of Leo.

I push Mason onto Leo's lap, I watch as Leo groans, instinctively grabbing his boyfriend's ass, possessiveness evident in his touch. Just as I'm about to establish some rules, to ensure we're all on the same page, Leo surprises me. He leans in, capturing Mason's lips with his in a fierce kiss, completely consumed by the moment.

The sounds that escape them, the moans and gasps are the kind that suggest years of frustration and pent-up desire are finally bursting free. It's like they've been holding their breath for too long, and now they can finally exhale, fully embracing what's unfolding between them.

Just as I'm about to slip away, thinking they'd prefer to explore this newfound spark alone, an arm suddenly reaches out, catching me off guard and pulling me toward the sofa. Before my mind can fully catch up with what's happening, something unexpected occurs, a pair of lips crashes against my own.

My eyes instinctively close, and for a moment, I'm lost in the sensation, unable to differentiate whose tongue is dancing with mine.

A few heartbeats later, I feel hands roaming at the waistband of my trousers, gentle yet insistent. The heat of the moment swells, and before I can process what's happening, I pull away, blinking in a daze. As my eyes flutter open, I find Leo's face mere inches from mine, his expression a blend of mischief and desire.

And then I notice Mason, kneeling on the floor between us, looking up at us with a relaxed curiosity that sends a shiver down my spine. The sight of him, so devoted and eager, is something I never want to forget.

"We need to talk about this before anything else happens." I realise I might be spoiling the mood, but in situations like this, clarity is important. Things can go wrong very quickly without a shared understanding.

Leo and Mason exchange a glance, the kind that communicates volumes without words - raised eyebrows, nodding heads, a silent agreement that thrums with both tension and anticipation.

Finally, Mason breaks the silence, his voice steady and sure. "We're going to have sex," he states, his tone leaving no room for misinterpretation. "If you want to join us, you can. But we're going to fuck. With or without you."

His confidence sends a thrill through me, and I can feel the weight of their expectation hanging in the air.

Yet, an undeniable thrill courses through my veins. This might be a fleeting moment, an encounter I'd remember but never revisit. I'm probably never going to see these guys again, and the temptation is overwhelming. A part of me yearns to let go, to embrace the chaos and the potential for something unforgettable.

"Alright," I say, the decision echoing louder than my initial reservations. "I'm in."