The Sound of Permission

Part III: The Sound of Permission

Wanting to feel connected to Cory as Evan moaned again against Cory's hand, Juniper reached to touch Cory's upper thigh, squeezing lightly. With Evan's cock still in Juniper's other hand, he stroked Evan tentatively, not wanting to interfere with the sounding.

"Fuck," Evan said, looking down at Juniper's hand on Cory's thigh. Within Juniper's grip, Evan's cock tightened and tensed, approaching orgasm. Juniper stroked again, amazed that he was doing this. But he was enjoying himself.

"Cory," Evan said breathlessly, "please. Use your nails on me." For a split second, Cory opened his eyes, focusing exclusively on Evan's face, before he made a decision. Reaching down to touch Juniper's hand, Cory also leaned away from Evan's shoulder and wrapped an arm around Evan, scratching what looked like intense lines down the other side of Evan's neck with his nails.

"Gods, fuck. Fuck," Evan said, his whole body tensing as the vibrations of the rod and all the hands on him brought him to climax. In pulsing waves, Evan's ejaculate flooded past the rod, and this time, Evan caught the fluid in his hand even as he shuddered through the rest of his orgasm. Juniper stared at Evan's cock, wanting to know what he tasted like. Juniper squeezed Cory's thigh again to keep himself from doing anything rash. Eventually, Juniper let go of Evan's cock, coming back to standing.

Evan looked up at Juniper, hands still full of his own cum, lids heavy with pleasure, and asked, "So, what do you think? Want a turn?"

Unprepared for such a question, Juniper balked, taking a step back. "No, I..." Cory looked over at Juniper, and Evan used the opportunity to slide the rod out of his cock.

"Juniper?" Cory asked plaintively, clearly worried that something was wrong.

Juniper was at a loss, unsure how to articulate any of the ways his throat was closing up. He had been altogether too close to tasting the cum of his fiance's ex. This was insane. And it was altogether too much to keep himself from being yet more intimate with the man.

Evan blinked between the two of them, unsure what was happening or maybe just not sure what to do with the mess in his hands.

"The sink," Juniper said, looking down at the rug, "in the kitchen is probably your best bet." Evan nodded and left the room, winking at Cory as he did so. Cory blushed but kept looking at Juniper, biting his lip. Juniper was grateful to have a moment alone with him.

"Are you okay?" Cory asked, coming to Juniper's side. Juniper looked into Cory's face, looking for any indication that Cory was uncomfortable, but all Juniper could see was Cory's worry for him. "What's wrong?"

Juniper looked down, still finding it difficult to put anything into words. "I just... I don't... He..." Juniper gestured to nowhere and shook his head. "I want all of this altogether too badly," Juniper admitted, looking away from Cory.

"All of this?" Cory asked, trying to understand.

"I mean, he's your ex. I shouldn't..."

Cory giggled. "Juniper, it's really okay. I think we're both delighted that you are joining in."

"But, Cory, I..."

"Juniper," Cory said firmly, more firmly than he almost ever said Juniper's name, sending tingles down Juniper's spine. And then, Cory growled playfully.

In all their time together, Cory had run into Juniper's sexual bashfulness time and time again. Juniper often compulsively hesitated, especially when Juniper desperately wanted to penetrate Cory. So, Cory had come up with a game. When Cory growled, Juniper knew Cory was giving explicit permission for Juniper to do anything and everything he wanted.

Juniper felt the growl in his groan first, then in the rest of his body as he felt compelled toward Cory. It was almost hypnotic now that their long-time game had taken a hold in his mind. But penetrating Cory here, now? When Evan could walk in at any moment?

Reaching for Cory's arms, Juniper pulled Cory closer and began kissing the man's neck, grasping fervently at Cory's hip as his other hand found its way into Cory's hair.

"Cory..." Juniper whispered, his teeth grazing the side of Cory's neck.

"Juniper," Cory said back, accentuating each syllable.

Evan cleared his throat from the doorway, his cock now firmly back in his pants. He folded his arms, still hold the sounding rod casually in one hand. "So, are we taking this to the bedroom, or what?" He was grinning. Juniper looked at Cory one last time, the growl still pulling at every fiber of Juniper's body.

Slowly, Juniper nodded. "Up the stairs, third door on the left."