Chapter 7

CHAPTER 7

MASON

Magnus stands up from the sofa, decisively grasping our hands and pulling us toward his bedroom. The energy in the air is electric, and as we move, I can't help but feel a rush of exhilaration course through me.

Yet, amidst the anticipation, a small voice whispers caution from the back of my mind. There's a delicate balance at play here—between desire and the risk of things spiralling out of control. I catch the glint of mischief in Leo's eyes, and I know he feels it too. We're both riding this intoxicating wave, but we're also aware of the potential pitfalls.

As we reach the door, the thrill of the unknown urges me onward. This night holds the promise of blurring all the lines we've drawn and crafting memories that could linger long after the moment has passed. If we navigate this carefully, I think we might be able to emerge unscathed.

Leo and I aren't the type to hook up with random guys. Our history is built on the intimacy we've shared solely between us, the thought of introducing someone new into the dynamic feels both thrilling and a little terrifying. I'm unsure of the unspoken rules that accompany an encounter like this, but the allure of breaking free from our comfort zone pulls me in.

We deserve a little fun, right? Technically, we're not doing anything wrong. It's not like we're cheating. And yet, as my heart races with excitement, I can't help but wonder how this will change everything.

Magnus is the first to sit on the bed, his posture relaxed yet commanding, leaving Leo and me standing awkwardly, caught between anticipation and uncertainty. "Are you guys sure this is what you want?" he asks, his tone steady but carrying a hint of curiosity.

My gaze flicks to Leo, and I take in the way his cheeks are flushed, a rosy hue that signals a mix of alcohol and pent-up arousal. He isn't fully out of it, I can see the spark of excitement in his eyes, a silent confirmation that he's intrigued by where this might lead.

"Yeah, we're sure," I reply, trying to sound more confident than I feel.

"How about a little game of truth or dare?" Magnus suggests, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he reaches behind his back and pulls off his t-shirt, exposing his toned torso. "But instead of truths, how about drinks?"

"So, drink or dare?" Leo replies, raising an eyebrow.

"Exactly!" Magnus agrees, his energy infectious. He dashes out of the room and returns almost instantly, arms filled with shot glasses and a fresh bottle of vodka that glints under the dim light.

With an expert flare, he sets the shot glasses down in front of us, pouring out three generous measures. "One for good luck?" he suggests, holding up his own glass as if toasting to the adventure ahead.

I exchange glances with Leo, who bites his lip in anticipation, and I can't help but smile. There's something liberating about the decision we've made and the excitement thrumming in my veins.

"Cheers," I say, raising my shot glass high as we knock them together, the clinking sound echoing in the charged atmosphere. We down the vodka in unison, the burn warming me from the inside out, affirming that we're really in this together.

"My turn first," I declare, the burn of the vodka still lingering in my throat. "Now strip."

Magnus doesn't hesitate, his grin widening as he starts to shed his clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the floor without a second thought. There's a certain boldness in his movements, a carefree attitude that makes the moment even more electrifying.

Leo, on the other hand, takes his time. Even in his drunken state, he meticulously folds his shirt, trousers, and underwear, placing each item neatly on the floor. There's something endearing about his methodical approach, a contrast to Magnus's wild abandon.

As both of them stand fully naked before me, I can't help but watch the dynamic unfold. Their eyes meet, a silent acknowledgment passing between them as they take in each other's physiques.

I find myself mesmerised, impressed by the sight before me. I've seen Leo nude a thousand times, but this feels different, a newfound confidence radiates from him. He stands with his legs shoulder-width apart, chest slightly pushed out, exuding an aura that's both alluring and commanding, like he's claiming this space.

Magnus, with his rugged, shorter frame, is the complete opposite of my boyfriend. He possesses that raw, magnetic appeal, exuding a kind of masculine energy that's undeniably attractive. The contrast between him and Leo creates an exciting tension, one that heightens the air around us.

My gaze drifts down between Magnus's legs, and I spot something metallic that catches the light, hanging from the tip of his length. Curiosity ignites within me, and I can't help but wonder how it would feel, would it be cool against my skin, or would the sensation be painful? The thought sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of intrigue and desire coursing through me.

I glance at Leo, whose expression mirrors my own, wide eyes filled with interest and a hint of uncertainty. It's as if we're both standing on the precipice of something extraordinary, both intrigued and hesitant to take the next leap.

The air around us thickens with palpable tension as Leo steps closer, his hands moving to strip away my clothes. As soon as his bare chest grazes against my own, an electric thrill courses through me. My nipples tingle with each brush of his skin, and I can feel a sticky trail of precum marking his hip bone.

For so long, I've fantasised about Leo touching me like this again. The sensation of his strong body pressed against mine unleashes a wave of overwhelming emotion that catches me off guard. I blink rapidly, feeling the back of my eyes burn with tears that I fight to hold back, this is an intensity I've missed.

Just as I'm lost in the moment, I'm startled by another pair of hands gliding up the back of my thighs. I turn slightly, a mix of curiosity and anticipation welling within me, but before I can fully look at Magnus, Leo takes control. He grips my neck gently but firmly and pulls me in for a kiss that ignites my senses.

The taste of him, familiar, yet charged with something new, leaves me breathless. When I finally pull back for air, I'm surprised to see Leo shift, leaning in to capture Magnus's lips over my shoulder, effectively caging me between them. Their kiss is both possessive and tender, the sight thrilling me in ways I hadn't anticipated.

I duck out of their embrace and I reach for the bottle of vodka nearby, the cool glass a refreshing contrast to the heat surrounding us. As I lift it, my movement interrupts the making- out session, prompting both Leo and Magnus to pause and look at me, their expressions tinged with surprise and curiosity.

"I dare you to drop to your knees," I don't say it to anyone in specific, so I'm surprised when Leo is the one to move first. He lands on the carpet with a soft thud, a red blush taking over his cheeks.

Magnus looks over at me, his eyebrows raised in question. Like he's asking me where we want to go next with this. I shrug my shoulders at him. In all the years Leo and I have been together, I've never seen him act like this. Leo isn't a submissive man, he doesn't act shy and he hates being told what to do.

Maybe in the craziness of this night, we'll be learning something new about my highly strung boyfriend.

I pour the vodka into the shot glasses, maybe a little bit too much, as some spills from the sides when I walk over to the pair. I hold one of the glasses to Leo's lips and say, "I dare you to suck his cock."

He bends his neck to look up at Magnus and then looks back at me, something like uncertainty and arousal shining in his eyes.

"Hey, you don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with," I tell him, while stroking my hand down his chest and stomach. "But the thought of seeing you with Magnus' cock stuffed in your mouth, is really turning me on."

Leo looks at the shot glass in my hand and then a second later he opens his mouth. I understand what he wants and I slowly pour the liquid into his mouth. When the glass is empty, I lean forward and press my lips to his, enjoying the bitter taste of vodka against my tongue.

I'm the one who pulls away first, taking a moment to breathe as I stand and rest my head on Magnus' shoulder. Together, we gaze down at my blushing boyfriend, a mix of pride and affection swelling within me. Seeing Leo like this, vulnerable yet eager, ignites something deep inside.

Leo rounds his shoulders, the anticipation palpable as he inches closer, ready to reach for Magnus' cock. But just as he's about to make contact, Magnus stops him with a firm shake of his head. "Hands behind your back. Also, you're not going to come until I give you permission."

At his words, I notice Leo flinch, his cheeks burning a deeper shade of crimson as he processes the command. Reluctantly, he clasps his hands behind his back, the blush spreading down his neck and across his chest, painting him in shades of desire and submission.

Time seems to stretch as I watch the scene unfold, every detail heightened. I can feel the thrill of the moment coursing through my veins.

Then I watch as Leo's tongue slowly swipes against the underside of Magnus' cock, the action deliberate. My breath hitches as Leo's tongue flicks against the shiny metal hoop that hangs from the tip.

Leo's eyes become unfocused before his lashes flutter closed and he groans deep from his chest. The harsh lines that seem to be a permanent fixture on his forehead are suddenly smoothed out and the tension from his shoulders has almost completely gone. It's like nothing I've ever seen before.

I've watched a lot of porn over the years, from soft home movies to intense dungeon scenes, but what's happening to my boyfriend right now feels like pure subspace. It's a heady mix of surrender and exhilaration, and I can see that Leo is lost in it, immersed in the sensations.

As I steal a glance at Magnus, I find him in a state of rapture, his head thrown back, jaws tightly clenched. The sight of him relishing the moment should evoke jealousy, yet it doesn't, instead, my body is alive with adrenaline, a rush that pulses through me. My cock throbbed between my legs in tandem with each rhythmic clench of my hole, begging for release.

The pressure builds, and all I can think about is finding something to relieve this urgent desire. Just as Magnus opens his mouth, ready to break the spell, I can't help but act on instinct. I reach over and cover his mouth with my hand, silencing his words before he can utter them. "Let him continue," I whisper softly in his ear, my voice laced with urgency. "I want you to take control. Show him a good time."

Keeping my footsteps soft, I tread toward the room I visited earlier, acutely aware of the sounds echoing behind me, Magnus's low groan mingling with Leo's slightly choked gasp. With a gentle push, I open the door and quickly reach for two sealed boxes, cradling them tightly against my chest as I creep back towards the scene that plays out before me.

As I approach, I catch Magnus's eye, and he quirks a sly grin in my direction. "Has he used anything like that before?" he whispers, glancing at the items I'm holding.

I shake my head, realising that, to my knowledge, Leo has never had anything up his ass before, but a thrilling part of me is convinced he'd relish the experience.

With the boxes hidden behind my back, I gently squat next to Leo, making sure to touch his arm lightly before I speak, not wanting to startle him. "You're doing great, baby. I'm so proud of you," I assure him, my voice a soothing balm as I use my free hand to wrap around his cock, applying a firm tug that elicits a beautiful whimper from him. I lean in and peck him on the cheek, my heart racing at the sound of his need.

I feel him pulse in my hand, his body responding eagerly to my touch. As I glance down, I see his come dripping down my fingers. "Uh-oh, I don't think that was meant to happen." I can't help but tut softly, glancing up at Magnus. "Magnus didn't say you were allowed to come yet. Did you, Magnus?"

Leo's eyes flicker open, wide with surprise as he processes what just happened. The realisation sinks in, and he stammers a flurry of hurried apologies, the embarrassment flooding his cheeks. But before he can spiral, Magnus interjects, raising a hand to halt his flow of words. "Mason's right, I didn't give you permission to do that," Magnus says, his expression a mix of mock disappointment and authority.

Leo's face crumples, caught between confusion and contrition. "Well, what happens now?" he mumbles, clearly flustered by the unexpected turn of events.

Magnus's eyes gleam with a playful intensity. "Now, you're going to crawl over to that corner, with your nose touching the wall, and listen to me work open your boyfriend's precious little hole."

To my surprise, Leo doesn't protest. Instead, he obediently shifts onto his hands and knees, crawling toward the designated corner of the room with a resigned determination. My heart swells with a mix of pride and desire as I watch him submit.

"Up you get," Magnus tells me, patting the bed with his hand, a clear invitation to join in the unfolding scene. I take one last lingering look at Leo, his form framed perfectly in the soft light of the room, before climbing onto the bed. The mattress dips beneath my weight, and I settle into position, resting on my hands and knees.

"Turn around and keep your eyes on Leo," Magnus whispers, and I obey, forcing myself to focus on my boyfriend taking his punishment. His silhouette is captivating, a delicious mix of vulnerability and strength.

Just as I bring my attention back to Leo, I feel a cool wetness trickle against my crack, and I yelp at the unexpected sensation. And then a soft moan escapes my lips as Magnus begins to stroke his fingers along my hole, sending electric pulses of pleasure coursing through me.

It's strange and thrilling to be touched by someone else like this, especially when all the while I can see Leo's reactions. Each moan from me sends little shivers through him.

The way Leo's ass cheeks flex, the way his hips thrust forward in response to my sounds, only adds to the intoxicating atmosphere. Magnus knows exactly what he's doing as he expertly targets my prostate, igniting a fire within me that's difficult to control. I feel myself nearing the edge, ready to burst, when suddenly Magnus pulls his fingers away, leaving me gasping.

I wail at the abrupt change, frustration mingling with pleasure, and I hear Leo suck in a sharp breath, perhaps feeling the tension in the room. Yet he remains in position, obedient, with his nose pressed firmly against the wall.

Magnus, ever the tease, picks up the box I placed on the bed and rips it open with a loud sound that echoes off the walls, clearly designed for Leo's ears. I watch as Leo jumps slightly at the noise, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his features.

"Didn't I tell you not to move?" Magnus barks, his tone laced with authority. Leo freezes, the tension thickening in the air as I feel a thrill rush through me. This game we're playing feels charged, and I cannot wait to see where it leads.