They were both to their feet after that, leading him under the spray, bubbles disappearing down the drain.

“Now to the fun part,” Mateo said, and damned if Tristan didn’t smile. He leaned forward and sucked one of Tristan’s nipples into his mouth.

“Fuck. Yes. Give me more.” Fire burned its way through Tristan’s insides, making him hotter, more urgent, as each second went by.

Mateo’s teeth bit into his nipple. Josiah’s arm wrapped over his shoulder, holding Tristan’s back close to his chest, and keeping a hand on Mateo, too.

Josiah kissed his shoulder, Tristan struggling to keep his arms by his side. To not take the lead and push Mateo to his knees, or to take one of them into his mouth himself.

He was completely at their mercy, their command, and suddenly that knowledge made a new rush of desire flare inside him.

He leaned his head back against Josiah, letting his men take care of him. Letting them love him.

“I’m going to suck your cock now, Tristan. Gonna take it all the way to the back of my throat. Love suckin’ your dick. But I think Jay wants to taste you, too, don’t you, Josiah?”

“Yes...” He kissed Tristan’s shoulder again. Ran his tongue from behind Tristan’s ear, down to his shoulder.

“Jay’s gonna go real slow. He wants to taste that sexy ass of yours. He’s gonna love you so fuckin’ good.”

The heat in Tristan’s body flooded out, as he tried to pull away. But Josiah was still at his back, Mateo at his front, neither of them moving. It was Mateo who spoke. “You don’t want it, and he won’t give it to you, but I think you do. Let him replace the bad shit. Let us both. We just want to love you.”

And that’s what did it. They both wanted to love him. They both did. This was his life, his fucking choice, and he chose to live it. Chose to share it with them. To give himself to them.

As if they heard his silent confirmation, Josiah pulled him back slightly, moving them out from under the spray of the shower.

Josiah went down to his knees behind him.

Mateo went down in front of him.

Mateo didn’t waste any time, wrapping his hand around Tristan’s erection before taking him into his mouth.

Tristan’s hands itched to grab his hair, to lead him, but he held back, wanting only what his men wanted to give him.

Josiah’s lips pressed to the small of his back, lavishing kisses down it, on one cheek and then the other.

His instincts to pull away went crazy, but he held them at bay. I want this. I choose this. I love them...

Mateo sucked Tristan’s sac as his hand worked his dick. His balls already burned with the need to explode, but Tristan fought that off, too. He grabbed the top of the shower door, and then a lip on the wall, squeezing to keep his hands busy.

“I’ve wanted to touch you here for so long, Tristan. Wanted my finger and my tongue in your hole. Wanted to make you feel like you’re coming apart, the way you do with me.” Josiah’s breath brushed across his ass.

“Dios, that is so goddamned sexy hearing you talk to him like that, Jay.” The words just passed Mateo’s lips before he swallowed Tristan’s cock down again.

“Please. Bend over for me a little, Tristan. Let me taste you.” Josiah gently pushed on his back...But he didn’t need to. Tristan leaned forward, spread his legs, offering himself to Josiah. Fucking wanting him.

One of Josiah’s hands went to each of his cheeks, spreading them wide before his tongue rasped over Tristan’s asshole. “Fuck!” He couldn’t help but pump his hips forward, making himself fuck Mateo’s mouth.

Again and again, Josiah kept going. His tongue licking and rubbing at his ring.

They didn’t ease up on him. Both of his men, torturing him in the most incredible way.

Mateo kept sucking, his hand palming Tristan’s balls.

When Josiah’s mouth was gone, Tristan almost called out. Almost grabbed him, forcing him back where he wanted him. But then there was pressure as Josiah’s finger worked its way inside.

He seized, about to jerk back, but then heard Mateo’s voice through the fog in his ears. “Told you he’d love you so fuckin’ good. That’s what he’s doing.”

The tension in his body evaporated, replaced with pleasure, with the feel of Josiah’s finger pumping inside him. Of Mateo’s mouth working his cock.

“Jesus, I’m going to come,” Tristan managed to groan out.

Mateo’s lips were suddenly gone. “That’s enough.”

And then Josiah’s finger was gone, too... And he wanted it back. Wanted them both back so badly he could hardly stand it.