Mateo turned to call Tristan but he already stood in the doorway. “Christ, what it does to me to see you two together.” Tristan leaned against the doorjamb.

“We want you.” Mateo nodded. “Get your ass over here.” Two weeks ago, he would have asked instead of demand Tristan join them. He knew Tristan struggled having someone else call the shots when it came to sex, but since the night Tristan let Jay fuck him, Mateo tried to push him a little more from time to time. Tristan needed it but would never ask for it, and Jay would never be able to do it, so that left Mateo.

Not that he was complaining.

He saw Tristan’s right hand ease toward his left wrist, where he would find and count his own pulse. “Why don’t you touch one of us instead? We got’chu.” Mateo didn’t let his line of sight veer from Tristan.

“Please, Tris,” Josiah added from behind him.

Tristan didn’t answer but started to unbutton his shirt as he slowly walked toward the bed. He pulled it off his shoulders and laid it on the bedside table. Of course he would still be in that stupid fucking suit that Mateo found so sexy.

Tristan’s pants came next, and then he stood next to them in underwear that probably cost more than any clothes Teo owned. Josiah reached over, locking a hand with Tristan. His erection bulged beneath his boxer-briefs. His thick, muscular thighs, covered in dark hair... Mateo imagined Jay kissing his way up those hairy legs to suck him.

“What...what do you want?” Tristan asked Mateo, which was a huge fuckin’ thing for him to do. Teo’s cock ached it was so hard, and though he knew Tristan didn’t mean for anyone to fuck him, he was still handing control to Teo.

Mateo sat up, looked at Jay. “Are you good? You’re ready for one of us?” He figured Josiah had prepared himself, but asked anyway.

Josiah nodded.

“I’m gonna fuck Josiah, but you’re going to get him ready for me. I’ll blow you while you do it, but you can’t come. You gotta save that for Jay, because he’s gonna finish you off while I take him.” His balls throbbed at just the thought.

“I think I can handle that.” Tristan smiled, something he didn’t often do.

“Take off your underwear and roll onto your stomach, Jay. Spread your legs real wide for him, mi precioso.” Jay did as he was told. “That’s right. Just like that. Take yours off, too, Tristan. Get between his legs, make your body face to the side so I can have your dick.”

There was a pause. A deep breath from Tristan, and then he pushed his boxer-briefs down his legs. As he did, Mateo moved out of his way, and then Tristan settled himself between Josiah’s spread thighs.

Mateo’s hands almost felt numb as he shoved out of his own underwear, his erection painfully bouncing as it caught on his waistband.

Dios, he loved these men. Wanted them engraved into him, so he would always have them with him.

Josiah arched so his ass was slightly in the air, making it easier for Tristan.

“You get to taste him there, and then I get to fuck him,” Mateo told him.

“And I get to fuck your mouth,” Tristan replied.

“Oh God. Hurry,” Josiah pleaded, and it was all either of them needed. Mateo watched as Tristan spread Josiah’s cheeks before leaning forward, running his tongue the length of Josiah’s crack.

A shudder rocked through Mateo and Jay cried out, “Oh, God.” From there, Tristan went to work on Josiah’s hole, tonguing it, making Mateo’s body shake, wishing his own ring was being treated to the same assault.

But he had something to take his mind off of it. Tristan’s dick. Mateo leaned forward and let his tongue trace the swollen head. He licked at the bead of pre-come on Tristan’s tip, almost jealous Josiah would get to have more of it than he would.

“More,” Tristan commanded. Mateo looked up in time to meet his eyes before Tristan buried his face between Josiah’s ass cheeks again.

As soon as Mateo leaned forward to swallow Tristan down, the man’s hips thrust forward. It caught him by surprise, making him gag slightly, but he wanted it enough that it didn’t matter. He wanted to show Tristan he could take whatever he gave Mateo. That he’d gladly take it.

He pulled his mouth off before sliding it down Tristan’s length again. He palmed Tristan’s heavy balls, teasing them as he blew this man who somehow meant so fuckin’ much to him.

Looking up, he saw Tristan had stopped eating Jay’s hole, and watched as his finger pushed in and pulled out. A hand rubbed up his arm, and he noticed Jay reaching back to touch him. This was what it was all about, touch and connection between all three of them. It didn’t make any fuckin’ sense, but Teo didn’t give a shit about stuff like that.