“Look at you. Gay sex still so tight,” Dean hissed, savoring the feeling of reclaiming his territory. Simon, caught between Dean’s command and the shocking intimacy of the moment, gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, his mature face flushed with shame and burgeoning arousal.Adam lowered his head. The silent sentinel knelt to his new commander. His tongue swirled, his lips created suction, his head bobbed with a rhythm that quickly had Simon writhing, his powerful torso straining, low groans torn from his throat. “Adam looks well. “Look at you. His powerful thighs flexed, his muscular physique folding with controlled precision until his knees hit the polished concrete floor with a soft, definitive thud. So good.” The praise, directed at Adam while he was buried deep in Simon, was another layer of domination. Show him, Adam.”Adam’s head snapped up fully. You’re fucking dripping for him.” His crude words were deliberate, stripping away the last vestiges of Simon’s dignity.Simon whimpered, a sound lost in a moan as Adam took him deeper, his throat working to accommodate him. Simon’s silver-streaked dark hair caught the light; Adam’s salt-and-pepper hair was damp at the temples.Dean approached, stopping before them. Adam remained rigid, his professional facade utterly obliterated, replaced by stark vulnerability.
