Simon arched into the touch, a choked gasp escaping him.“Look at me,” Dean commanded, his voice cutting through the burgeoning intimacy.Both men’s heads snapped up, their eyes finding Dean’s unnerving intensity. Gay sex It wasn’t a question.Simon swallowed audibly. The silent sentinel knelt to his new commander. Adam followed a step behind, a shadow still instinctively attuned to Simon, yet his observant eyes kept flicking back to Dean, awaiting direction. “Come here. Adam was serving Simon, yes, but he was serving Dean, fulfilling the command with the same absolute competence he applied to everything, seeking Dean’s approval in every flick of his tongue.“Fuck, Simon,” Dean growled, his voice thick. He held himself there, trembling, as the intense waves washed through him, a primal tide of power and absolute possession.For long moments, the only sounds were their harsh, ragged breaths. Penthouse DuetThe primal energy thrumming beneath Dean Miller’s skin since claiming Adam in his cramped apartment hallway refused to settle. Dean turned, his own cock slick and glistening. “NO! He looked up at Simon, a silent question, a plea for permission in his observant eyes, even now. Lines of exhaustion and surrender marked his face, but his eyes burned with a dark, undeniable hunger – the look of a person with an addiction facing their drug.Adam followed, movements jerky at first, then gaining
