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get either of your mouths on my dick yet.”
    Matthew whimpered and kissed him.
    “And you didn't get to fuck me yet,” Richard added.
    “Uh— yeah, I didn't.” His mouth covered Richard's again.
    I headed for the door and the two bodies crashing together: one man still clothed, and the other naked.
    “Good to see you here,” Richard said when I stood beside him.
    I reached out. The heat of his skin tempted me. I didn't clutch or pull; I massaged the back of his neck as I kissed him. It only took a moment for Matthew's tongue to tangle with mine, and together we tasted Richard.
    “Clothes off,” Matthew said as he parted Richard's shirt. I helped him get the big man naked.
    Matthew's ass met the sheets first. He spread himself out before us. His body trembled. It begged for our touch. Richard lowered himself onto Matthew and pulled me alongside them.
    We kissed, caressed, fondled balls, stroked cocks. Our moans and groans drove us forward as need and desire tore away at any semblance that what we were up to was a casual fuck. We all needed one another too much.
    “Want my mouth on you?” Matthew whispered in Richard's ear between kisses.
    “Yes. Been waiting for that.” Richard rolled over onto his back. “Luke, fuck me?”
    “You wanting me in you again?”
    “Yes. You in me. Matthew's mouth. Been thinking about it all week.” He kissed me. “Can't stop thinking about you two.”
    “God, me either.” Matthew's words clung to a low groan.
    “Uh-huh,” I said. “Can't get enough of you.” I was no longer worried about what to say or what not to say. That part of my brain had gone on a sabbatical. Desperation and desire had taken residence instead. I shifted to kneel between Richard's legs. He spread his thick thighs. “Damn, you look great like this.”
    He nodded. Maybe words had left his brain too. He tangled his hands in Matthew's dark hair, and they kissed again. I sat back on my heels. I'd never seen anything like them.
    I managed to find lube and worked Richard's ass, telling myself it didn't mean anything how quickly I was trying to get inside him again. I got a condom on, handed one to Matthew, and lifted Richard's legs over my arms. I pushed into him with slow, shallow movements, never going all the way in. Every nerve ending in my body settled in my dick, the incredible pressure reminding me yet again how little the man must bottom.
    “More, Luke. More.” Richard's pleas set me to a faster pace.
    I appreciated the close view of Matthew's mouth stretched to wrap around the thick cock. It amazed me how much he could take in. Richard wasn't small in any way, and Matthew worked it like getting the big man off was the only thing in the world that mattered.
    “Yes, Matthew. Damn... where did you... ” Richard reached for the headboard. His words stopped making sense as Matthew bobbed faster. I thrust again, pushing all the way in.
    A few more movements of Matthew's mouth, and Richard screamed louder, writhed more. “Matthew! I can't... can't hold out.” He came with a shout, his head thrown back, his eyes squeezed shut. For a brief moment, I wanted to force him to open them, tease him as he'd done to me on our first night, but I was enjoying his clenching ass too damn much to stop.
    Matthew pulled off Richard and landed on his back, breathing heavy. I bent for a kiss. First from Matthew and then Richard. Their lips and tongues couldn't do anything with real coordination, but the kisses were still better than any I'd ever known.
    What the hell ? Since when did I need to kiss in the middle of a fuck?
    I jerked back and shoved everything I had into Richard. The familiar sound of a hand moving over skin signaled Matthew's need.
    “Kid,” I said, “get over here.”
    His hand froze. His entire body went stiff. He parted his lips, but he didn't make a sound.
    “Come on, Matthew. Fuck me.”
    He didn't move.
    I stilled, my attention on him. “Don't you want to?”
    “Um, yeah. I-I'd like that.