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under him. Hunter used his saliva and wet his fingers, pressing them into Quinn’s quivering starburst. It was tight, the muscles squeezing around his fingers as they slid in to the knuckle.
    “God, yes.” Quinn panted, riding Hunter’s fingers. Hunter’s own cock begged for release, pled with Hunter to enter Quinn’s tight flower.
    Hunter released Quinn’s cock from his mouth, standing and kicking his shoes off. He pushed his jeans down, and stepped out of them, his eyes locked onto Quinn’s throbbing cock. Hunter pulled his shirt over his head, tossing it aside as he climbed onto the couch and over Quinn.
     
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    Quinn’s body melted into the couch as Hunter’s body covered his.
    The strong hardness of Quinn’s body was a contrast to his soft and succulent lips. Hunter cupped the back of Quinn’s head, holding his mate in place as he dipped his head. His kiss was slow, thoughtful, and tender as he took Quinn’s lips.
    Hunter repositioned himself, lined his cock up to Quinn’s hole, and pressed in. Quinn bit Hunter’s bottom lip as Hunter inched his way in until he was fully seated.
    “My god, you feel so fucking good,” Hunter crooned in Quinn’s ear. He pulled back and then slowly pushed back in. Quinn lifted his legs and wrapped them around Hunter’s waist, groaning as Hunter took him.
    Hunter smelled Tristan’s scent and knew his rainbow had entered the living room. He could hear the shuffling of those bunny slippers across the floor as Tristan made his way over. Tristan took a seat in the chair and just stared at them. Hunter ducked his head down and looked over at Tristan.
    His rainbow was watching them intently.
    Hunter wanted his baby to join them, but from his reaction earlier, maybe just showing the slim man that sex wasn’t abusive or harsh would be the better route. Hunter whispered into Quinn’s ear. “We have an audience. Show him what sex is really about.”
    Quinn nodded, raising his arms above his head, and then moaned loudly. Hunter sure hoped it wasn’t an act. He leaned back, pulling Quinn’s legs from around his waist and then lifting them into the air.
    He thrust in and out, taking it slow but adding the right amount of snap to his thrust.
    Tristan slid off the chair, scooting a little closer. His eyes locked onto the pair on the couch.
    Hunter pushed Quinn’s legs toward his chest, damn near bending him in half. He sawed in and out, Quinn mewling and keening as Hunter fucked his ass.
     
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    Tristan scooted an inch closer, his hands splayed on the hardwood floor as he crawled closer, his lips parted.
    Quinn grabbed his bobbing cock, squeezing and pumping it in his hand as Tristan slowly made his way to the coffee table. Hunter could see the tent in the front of his pajama pants.
    Being watched was a new experience to Hunter, and considering it was his rainbow, Hunter was in heaven. His canines lowered, and his eyes shifted as he rocked back and forth, using restraint to take this slow. The last thing he wanted to do was frighten Tristan.
    Hunter’s cock grazed over Quinn’s hot spot, making his mate thrash under him. Quinn pulled at Hunter’s shoulders, seeming oblivious to anything and everything surrounding him. Quinn buried his face in the crook of Hunter’s neck, his blunt teeth biting into Hunter’s flesh.
    Hunter hissed. The feeling of Quinn trying to bite him drove him wild. He pulled Quinn’s head back, hovering over his lips with his own, and then took his mate’s mouth with desired passion.
    Tristan slid onto the coffee table, his own cock in his hand as he lazily stroked it, his eyes locked on the area where Hunter’s body connected to Quinn’s. “I think Tristan is enjoying this.” Hunter smiled at his rainbow.
    Tristan’s eyes lowered, a spiderweb of color spanning across his face. Hunter turned his head and sniffed then licked Quinn’s neck.
    The need to bite him was fierce, but he managed to restrain the desire.
    Quinn’s hand