Tight gray blazer over a black tee. Every step felt too slow, too exposed. Gay sex Eyes never left Shawn.“You a freak,” Shawn muttered.Tre smirked. “You lettin’ me watch.”Neither spoke for a minute.Just breath. “You always eat it like you starvin’.”“I am,” Jax muttered, not stopping. With your tongue. Or you walk out now and never come back.”Tre stood.Walked over.Dropped to his knees.And leaned in.Shawn woke up face-down, the plug still inside him, thighs sore, the sheets twisted around his waist like evidence.He didn’t even remember Jax putting it back in.What he did remember was the way Tre looked when he got on his knees.Not greedy. Lights off in the front. A stretch in his chest that he couldn’t explain. “Bet.”Shawn laid back on the couch, sweat already building at his collarbone.He peeled down his sweats slowly, jock still stretched across his hips, plug buried inside, glistening at the edge. No nut unless I say.”The submissive nodded.Tre removed his tee. Messy. “Yeah. Quieter. Chest rising, gaze low.Jax nodded toward the leather chair. Buried inside. He spit, spread, sucked—nose buried, tongue sliding over every inch of Shawn’s hole like he hadn’t had it in weeks. The way he paused mid-stroke to whisper directions. Didn’t move.Just watched.Tre pushed the submissive forward, laid him chest-down on
