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hips to take him deeper. His response made Wulfgar groan, and a surge of satisfaction that he didn’t quite understand filled Aron. The thane slid a hand under his back to arch him closer, and Aron dropped his shoulders back onto the bed, moving with him and groaning again as Wulfgar buried himself fully inside him.
It felt so different, full with the slightest sting, but it was a good sting, a slow burn that spread throughout him and, combined with the heated suction of Roman’s mouth on his cock, had Aron all but incoherent with overwhelming sensations. Then the thane began to thrust, slow and deep, firmly, and Aron fisted one hand in the furs beneath him. The other hand remained on Roman, sliding along his hips, down his sleek thigh, over his slender side.
The thane couldn’t seem to resist the lure of touching Roman either. Wulfgar slid the hand that had been supporting Aron over to skim down the slave’s spine. Aron slung his legs around Wulfgar’s hips and watched with avid fascination as Wulfgar sank two fingers deep inside the slave. He groaned, and his hips bucked when the penetration caused Roman to suck harder and moan, the sound vibrating around Aron’s cock.
The three of them moved together, fluid and in rhythm. Wulfgar thrust deep over and over into Aron, who lifted his hips to meet him and thus sank his cock deeper into Roman’s mouth and throat, who in turn moaned and rocked back onto the thane’s fingers. Over and over, rocking and moving together, the pleasure rising higher and higher until Aron was twisting on the furs, his eyes lingering on Roman, who had his eyes closed and seemed entirely focused on both Aron’s cock and Wulfgar’s fingers. Aron felt a tumble in his stomach as he allowed himself to acknowledge for the first time that Roman was a beautiful creature.
Wulfgar drew Aron’s attention as well. Aron stared up at him, meeting his eyes boldly and groaning as he drove his hips in rhythm to the thane’s thrusts, demanding as much as he gave. He would never be what Roman was, malleable, tame, and meek, and he could see in the thane’s eyes that he knew it and, in some strange way Aron didn’t understand, reveled in it.
Aron could feel the pleasure coiling tighter, burning inside him, and his hips moved harder, with more determination. His eyes narrowed up at Wulfgar, who only smirked and thrust harder, seemingly determined to see him come apart at the seams. Aron couldn’t begin to stop it and succumbed entirely to the pleasure; a low whimper from Roman set his orgasm in motion, and he bucked and cried out as his cock throbbed and spilled into the warm, moist suction of the slave’s mouth.
Not far behind was Wulfgar’s orgasm. He withdrew his fingers from Roman and gripped Aron’s thighs tightly with his big hands, holding them up and apart as he thrust hard into him before stiffening with a growled shout. Aron panted as his muscles seemed to go liquid, eyes fluttering shut as he tried to gather his scattered senses.
He found his lips claimed in a slow kiss and responded instinctively to it, kissing the thane back.
“You please me greatly, boy,” the thane groaned before withdrawing and rolling to his side. Aron found himself hauled up against Wulfgar’s side while the thane caught Roman in his other arm and drew the slave against his other side, kissing him deeply.
The slave arched against him, whimpering. Roman’s need was blatant, and Wulfgar reached down to thrust two fingers deep inside him. Aron watched, breathless, at the way writhing against his body, Roman cried out into the thane’s mouth and how he arched desperately for more.
Breaking the kiss, the thane reached his free hand over to Aron and tugged his hand to Roman’s cock. Aron didn’t hesitate, stroking him tightly, pressing close against Wulfgar’s other side. He watched the pleasure playing across Roman’s face with erotic fascination, entranced. He had never seen another man in the grip of desire that