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slave’s mouth sank lower. The thane lifted his head and chuckled low, one hand turning Aron’s face to show him Roman. Aron couldn’t help another moan at the sight of Roman kneeling between his legs, pouty lips wrapped around Aron’s cock, his eyes half-closed in pleasure.
“He knows how to use that mouth of his, doesn’t he?” The thane’s voice was rough against Aron’s ear. Aron nodded in a daze, trembling as Wulfgar’s hand came up to his chest, the thane’s fingers toying with Aron’s nipples and sending shards of pleasure through him.
Aron stared wide-eyed down at Roman, cock twitching at the sight. That shouldn’t have been nearly as erotic as it was, and he told himself he should protest, fight, push Roman away. Instead he was frozen, barely breathing, his eyes fluttering closed with a groan he couldn’t help as Roman sank even further down and he felt his cock slip into his throat.
Roman swirled his tongue around the head of Aron’s cock, nibbling at the glans, teasing the slit and sucking lightly. Aron felt him bring his fingers up, brush them over Aron’s inner thigh, cupping his balls with his long fingers and rolling them as he took Aron’s cock further into his mouth, relaxing his throat and beginning a slow bob. By the gods, Aron had never felt anything like it. No woman he’d ever been with had been so talented, and it was easy to dismiss that it was a man making him feel this way.
Even with his eyes closed, Aron could see Roman, knew that the brush of soft hair against his thighs was sin-dark, knew the lips that suckled him so eagerly belonged to a handsome face with wide, dark eyes, and knew that the hands touching him were slender and elegant, but not feminine at all.
What Aron had forgotten was Wulfgar, a presence that was brought back to his attention when he felt the brush of flesh against his lips, and his eyes flew open to look up and found Wulfgar had shifted higher on the bed, his cock nudging Aron’s mouth. For a brief moment Aron didn’t react, just stared up at him. Then he closed his eyes again and opened his mouth. He heard the rough groan the thane let out, and Aron wondered when that sound, or the sound of the moans and soft whimpers from Roman below, had become appealing. More than appealing, he found them curling in his belly and spreading with fingers of fire through his whole body.
Aron had no energy to try and figure out why this time was so different from the rest. All he could do was feel, and he refused to focus on the fact that he felt no disgust or shame this time, instead focused on the pleasure and the feeling of being the center of so much erotic attention. It was overwhelming, and he let himself wallow in it. He thought he heard Wulfgar say something, but he didn’t catch whatever it was, the roaring of desire drowning out everything but the physical.
Aron felt Roman slowly draw his mouth off his cock, the slave’s tongue lashing at the shaft as he did so, and moaned in disappointment. But before he could think to protest, Roman settled himself between his widespread thighs and urged one leg over his shoulder. Aron couldn’t fathom what he was intending as he shifted lower, nuzzling against Aron’s balls.
Roman’s tongue flickered out over his entrance, and Aron stiffened in surprise, inadvertently sucking harder on the thane’s cock. Wulfgar gave a rough groan in response, but Aron paid him no mind, all his focus on the warm, rough tongue sending shivers through him. The sensation was unexpected and, while not unpleasant, strange and intense. His entire body was hyperaware of the unfamiliar touch, and his breath caught when the slave’s tongue stiffened and began to work its way inside him. Roman’s fingers stroked over his skin, touching his hips, the flat planes of his stomach as his tongue began to thrust into him repeatedly.
Aron trembled. He couldn’t help it, the sensations were overwhelming. His eyes remained closed, and he sucked harder on