The Briar Rose: Blended Family
Matt and Adam are back and this time they’re welcoming two established Master/sub pairs who want to play together. Without ruining their friendship.
Devon and Swan care deeply for each other and are willing to give becoming something more a try and the Briar Rose seems like the perfect place to give it a go. As neutral ground, if things go wrong, they should be able to put the whole thing behind them and go back to their lives as simply friends.
Can Devon, Peter, Swan, and Max become the blended family they yearn to be?
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Max and Peter kissed, their cocks rubbing together. Peter pushed him toward the bed, dropping hot, hungry kisses all over his face. Max sat down, pulled Peter along with him. Peter straddled him and suddenly they were in the same position they'd been out on the balcony. Moaning, Peter touched his nipples.
"Oh. Ache. They ache, Peter."
"They're so hot, Maxie. You should get them pierced."
He touched Peter's nipple, the gold ring so smooth. "My master likes them like they are."
Peter pushed him back onto the bed and licked at the right one, tongue gentle, but hot, making them ache even more. Max moaned and bucked a little, then spread to offer his hole to Peter's cock.
"We should make it last," Peter suggested.
"So long as you touch me."
"I'm going to touch you all over."
Peter kissed him again, fingers dragging on his skin. Max did the same, remembering the hot spot in the hollow of Peter's throat, the curve of his elbow, the small of his back. Peter jerked and moaned, rubbed against him.
He forgot about their audience, about anything but the touching, the fun, the joy. Peter was his first love, his best friend. It was a little bit like magic, getting this back again.
They licked and nibbled, and he explored the rings in Peter's nipple, the one in the tip of his cock. One day he might get one, if he could still have his jewelry, his plugs. He loved the way Peter gasped when he touched the ring in his cock.
"Is it good?"
"God yes. Tug it."
So Max pulled, sure but steady.
Peter's eyes rolled into the back of his head and he moaned.
"I'm going to feel that, inside me."
Peter whimpered for him. "Oh God, yes. Please. I haven't felt that in so long."
"Take me? Please."
"I need lube, honey."
A bottle of it landed on the bed beside them.
"Thanks!" Peter beamed at Max. "Spread 'em, Max!"
Peter made him laugh, so hard.
Max spread his legs for Peter, eager to feel that ring inside him. His laughter faded as Peter's fingers pressed in deep, stretching him. Peter touched his cock with his other hand, fingers outlining his shape. He reached up and arched, bowing up off the bed. Moaning, Peter pushed his fingers in deeper, and the sound was echoed by their masters.
"Please." So good. So very good.
"Touch me, Max? I need to be more slippery."
"Uh-huh. Lube. Please. Lube."
Peter passed him the bottle, grinning at him. "You're all needy and shit."
"I am. Your fault!"
"Guilty as charged!" He slicked his fingers and got Peter good and wet.
"Okay, okay, stop!" Peter laughed, pulling away from his touch. "You're gonna make me pop."
"Not until you take me." He tugged Peter's balls.
"You said you were close!"
"Boys." Devon's voice was stern.
Peter started giggling. Max started laughing, too, because this was neat, joyful. Real.
"Okay, I'm not gonna pop so fast now." Peter pushed his legs apart.
Max moaned softly and spread wide, grabbing his knees.
"Been so long," murmured Peter.
"Uh-huh. Love you. Still."
Peter's long cock pushed at his hole, the head popping in. Peter moaned, the look on his face pure bliss.
"Our beautiful boys," murmured Devon.
"Perfect," Swan answered.
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