This Is My First Time Feeling Like This

Wade's eyes are affixed to the list as he combs down it, weighing his options for this evening as he listens to Drew and Heath clean up in the kitchen now that lunch is over. Per his rules for this weekend, both of them are naked and will remain so until he decides they can wear clothes again. Drew is used to being mostly naked so it works for him while Heath squirms and whines about it.

Smirking slightly, he forces himself to once again focus on the list, sorting through the various soft and hard limits Drew has neatly written out for him. Choosing which soft limits to push tonight is a very delicate process. And Drew, of course, is a very delicate submissive.

Though that's not really fair. He's been trying to find someone to give him what he wants for so long and surely he feels more than a little uncertain when Wade is the first person he's found.

"Boys, come here," Wade calls out, setting the list down on the desk in front of him and tenting his fingers over it. Might as well do this now and get it out of the way for later.

"Yes, sir," comes the two-person chorus before Drew and Heath step into the room, falling into identical kneeling positions before the desk like the two good boys they are.

The marked contrast between them makes them oh-so-delicious just to sit and look at. From Heath's fair skin and bright ginger hair to Drew's sun-kissed skin and chestnut waves to that killer combination of puppy dog brown eyes and innocent-seeming blue ones, these two are perfect for him. He would have never guessed he could play Dominant to both of them, much less to Heath Slater and Drew McIntyre. Heath wanting what he provides is simply fate drawing the two of them together, then adding Drew in like a sign that everything is meant to work out exactly the way it has. After all, nothing can top the fact he has two beautiful, willing, adoring men to come to backstage and to take back to the hotel to debauch each evening.

He stands slowly and picks up the list, folding it back into thirds and rounding the two submissives kneeling on the carpet. Gently, he drags the smooth surface of the paper across the back of Drew's shoulders and closes his eyes when Drew whimpers softly, the simple touch enough to set off something inside of him. Good. Drew needs to be wound-up and ready to play because otherwise he's going to tense up and have another panic attack. The first was bad enough; it broke Wade's heart to see one of the men he loves in tears. Just like Heath was.

Heath has been almost his entire focus since the two of them began playing together on that fateful night, but this weekend is for Drew. The point is to draw him out of himself and teach him to be the perfect submissive he was born to be. Every time Wade gives him a command in the bedroom, Drew follows it perfectly without question. He responds to every touch with fervent desire and begs for more. As soon as Drew is no longer caged inside of himself, then Wade can shift his focus back to both of them. But right now, Drew needs him the most.

"You have very beautiful handwriting, pet. I was pleased with what I saw. And boys usually have such messy scrawls." Wade sets the piece of paper back on the desk and perches on the edge before his boys. In this position, he can easily get a handful of hair and have a hot, wet mouth on his cock in seconds. "I like what I saw on that paper. Your hard limits are easily understood. None of them will be pushed so much as a little. One of your soft limits, though…"

"Sir?" Drew cocks his head, no doubt wondering which of the limits caught Wade's interest.

Wade licks his lips slowly and presses the heel of his palm down on the bulge in his jeans; this is going to be oh-so-sweet for him. "You said you wanted to be humiliated, pet. Didn't you?"

"Yes, sir." Drew lowers his eyes to the floor, face flushing slightly. "I did say that, sir."

Heath's eyes widen in shock and Wade has to smile at the confusion and disbelief warring in those pretty brown eyes. Even he didn't expect Drew to want something that can go wrong so quickly, especially with the wrong wording utilized, but who would Wade be to deny him?

"It's a soft limit, though. I sense some uncertainty in making it such. Am I correct?" He braces his hands on the edge of the desk, itching to get a handful of Drew's hair and give it a good yank.

Drew shifts a bit and Wade pauses to read his body language: tense shoulders, quivering arms, lower lip wobbling slightly as his eyes mist over. Shame. Fuck that. Wade crouches down and tilts Drew's jaw until those pretty, wet eyes are staring into his. His poor baby…

"If you don't talk to me," he says slowly, "then I can't work with you. I refuse. Talk to me."

"I'm not sure how it'll be but I've heard and seen it done and I liked it, sir," Drew explains, his voice soft and almost distant. "I'm just not sure how I personally would react to it, sir."

Wade nods slowly. "Makes sense. We'll start slow, then, and give you ample time to stop me."

He waits for Drew's nod before shoving him back, knocking him on his ass and earning a startled squeak in answer. Instead of immediately sitting back up, though, he stays still, watching Wade carefully as if waiting for some signal to move. And he'll be getting one shortly, but Wade wants to keep him off-balance and uncertain of what will come next. He's seen humiliation done; it's a very careful art form and he doesn't want to fuck it up when it comes to Drew.

"You belong to me, don't you, pet?" he demands coolly, crossing his arms over his chest.

Confusion and uncertainty fight for control of those pretty blue eyes; Wade can only imagine how Drew feels right now. In an effort to keep Drew with him instead of scaring him off, Wade has been in control but warm and affectionate, making sure Drew has been showered with love.

But that isn't what he wants this time, so Wade wastes no time in shoving him again until he's flat on his back, staring up at Wade with wide eyes. He didn't answer the question, which is his fault in the first place, and Wade will have to punish him unless he figures out he needs to answer. But when Drew remains silent still, he gets a handful of soft hair and tugs firmly.

This time, he makes sure his voice is low, silky. "Tell me who you belong to, pet."

"I belong to y-you, sir." Drew wets his lips nervously and Wade loves the sight of this. He adores Drew's lips, so soft and full and sweet to kiss. Not that he's going to do that this time.

"Good to know you remember. Getting slow on me, Drew?" He plants a boot on Drew's stomach when he tries to sit back up, keeping him pinned to the carpet and earning a soft wheeze.

Heath goes tense next to him and Wade gently pats the top of Heath's head, trying to soothe him without letting up on Drew. Much as he wants to keep both of them calm and happy, breaking character right now might pull Drew out of whatever little place he's mentally lost in and that would negate the entire experience. And Heath isn't into humiliation; he's had too many people verbally abuse him in his life to find anything about it the least bit pleasurable. But he needs to see that Drew is, in fact, responding in a positive way or Heath will freak out and lose focus.

"Stay on the floor. That's where filthy animals belong, Drew," Wade commands simply.

Then he wraps his hand around Heath's upper arm and drags the ginger to his feet, spinning him around so he has to see where Drew is lying. His eyes go wide and his breath catches. "S-sir?"

But he does relax against Wade and breathes out slowly, his eyes falling on where Drew is splayed across the carpet with his legs spread and his face flushed. Anyone can see how much he wants this and how much he's enjoyed just the few things Wade has done this far; he's achingly hard and watching Wade carefully, preparing for more. Such a smart boy, but the last thing that is going to happen tonight is for the usual amount of praise to leave Wade's lips. He knows as well as Drew does that this is going to be a little rough for both of them, but if this is what Drew wants, then it's his duty to find a way to give it to his pretty little sub.

"See him?" Wade gestures toward Drew, keeping his hold on Heath's arm to help remind him of the contact established between them. The last thing he needs to do is scare Heath. "He's pathetic, isn't he? Fucking enjoying every second of being verbally berated and pushed around. Look how hard he is. I'll bet he'll moan like the little whore he is when I fuck him."

"Yes, sir," Heath whispers softly, and Wade catches his eye to assess the situation. Seeing Heath nod, he turns Heath around and steals a quick kiss before pointing to the desk chair silently.

While Heath gets comfortable, Wade kneels and tangles his fingers in Drew's hair, using his grip to drag the Scotsman to his knees once again. It hurts if the noise Drew makes is anything to go by, but he doesn't pull away or fight the hold so it must be a hurt he enjoys. Hair-pulling isn't exactly an uncommon kink so Wade thinks he can understand that just fine.

He makes sure Drew is situated on his knees before letting go of his hair, roughly grabbing his chin and tilting his head up instead. Dazed blue eyes, lips wet from subconscious licking—at least he isn't biting them anymore—and a flush that makes his face look so sweetly fuckable. Wade approves wholeheartedly and it relieves him to know Drew is okay and still here with him. The last thing he wants to risk doing is upsetting Drew to a point where he can't fix it and have him be upset and angry about this. He has to be careful even though he'll pretend he's not.

"Can you still talk or have you lost the ability?" He gives Drew a rough shake when he doesn't respond immediately more so out of concern than anything else. If Drew can't talk, then they can't finish this. He needs to have enough of himself left to safe word.

"I'm sorry, sir," Drew whispers softly, and Wade breathes a mental sight of relief as he watches Drew take a deep breath and try to pull himself back together. At least Drew can do so easily enough; he looks up at Wade a moment later and nods, his eyes a little clearer, a little more focused, which is exactly what they all need. "I can talk, sir." He licks his lips, most likely out of habit than anything else, but it's a good starting point and Wade seizes it.

He catches Drew's lower lip and pinches it, the adorable mewl he receives in response making his cock throb in answer. "Licking your lips at me isn't going to get you what you want, you manipulative little whore. Do it again and I'll choke you on my dick. Understood?"

Drew's breath trips but he nods immediately and presses his lips together in a line, no doubt determined not to lick them again. They both know he will, of course, because Drew's bad habits have a way of getting him in trouble at the absolutely worst times. And as soon as he does it… Wade is going to make good on his promise. Choking Drew will be amazing. "Understood, sir."

"I think I'm going to retrieve a few things from the playroom. Follow me, pet." Wade turns to leave the room, smirking when he sees Drew start to slowly, gracefully, rise to his feet.

Not a chance in hell. He turns and shoves Drew down when his balance is off, landing him on his ass once again and getting a surprised grunt out of him. Slowly, blue eyes lift to him in question as Drew freezes, unwilling to put himself at risk for getting shoved again. Good boy. Too bad he didn't pick up on what Wade wanted before now, but then, they've never done this before.

"I don't think dogs walk on two legs, Drew," he says, glancing over to where Heath is watching the scene with his body frozen, eyes wide. "Heath, do dogs walk on two legs or four?"

"Four, sir," Heath breathes after a moment, and Wade nods in approval before turning back to Drew, waiting for it to click in the submissive's mind. It takes him a moment to understand, of course, but he slowly shifts to his hands and knees and looks up to Wade, waiting quietly.

Wade nods and scoffs softly. "Took you long enough to figure it out. Follow me."

This time, when he turns and walks from the room, Drew follows him on hands and knees.

"Hmm," Wade muses as he flicks on the playroom's light, turning to see Drew waiting just behind him. "Stay out in the hallway. Wouldn't want you to get this nice room dirty, would I?"

Drew sits back a bit and nods once, and Wade roughly ruffles his hair before stepping into the room. It doesn't take long to find what he wants: a simple black collar with a little silver bell attached and a matching leash. One of these days, he'll find an appropriate collar for Drew.

He snaps his fingers once he steps back into the hallway and Drew tilts his head back, allowing Wade to fasten the collar around his throat and attach the leash. Black is a pretty color but it won't be the color he chooses when he finds the collar he plans on Drew wearing permanently.

"I think Heath should see what a pretty little bitch you make," Wade says, roughly jerking the leash as he heads back toward the back room, half-dragging Drew in the process.

Heath glances up when they return, his jaw dropping slightly when Wade gives the leash a particular hard tug and Drew almost loses his footing and falls. "S-sir?"

"Have to tame the animals, love," Wade explains, leading Drew over to the desk.

"O-oh." Heath licks his lips and the fact he's fidgeting so much is a bad sign. "Sir, I don't…"

Ah. "Love, if you don't want to be present for this, you're welcome to go upstairs and wait."

"Am I going to be punished for going upstairs, sir?" Heath asks, already starting to stand.

"Not at all." Wade kisses him briefly and sends him on his way, turning to face Drew. "Ready?"

Part of him feels bad that Heath can't be here for this because it makes him so uncomfortable, but one thing at a time. At least now Wade can focus entirely on Drew. He needs to for this.

Drew nods and Wade sits down on the edge of the desk, tugging his t-shirt over his head and folding it neatly to keep it from wrinkling. Then he sets it on the desk and looks down at Drew, watching those pretty eyes drink in the sight of him shirtless. It isn't anything new and God knows he's probably spent more time with his shirt off around Drew than on, but it's different and he can sense that much. Different because they're together and while other people can only look or wrestle, Drew can touch and kiss and lick and pull him closer for even more.

When Drew whimpers, Wade snatches a handful of that hair again and yanks, forcing Drew's head to tilt to the side with the force of his hold. "Don't you fucking make a sound, Drew."

Then he leans closer and pulls backward at the same time, riding Drew down to the floor and pinning him down on his back. Seeing him pressed down into the carpet, helpless to do anything but whatever Wade says, is enough to set his blood on fire and make his dick ache that much more. And he plans on giving Drew exactly what he needs for this to work out.

He slides his thumb across Drew's full lower lip and isn't surprised in the least when those lush lips part for him, offering more if he should so desire. He takes advantage and slips a finger into Drew's mouth, smirking when that wicked, hot tongue curls around his finger and draws it in deeper. For all of his hesitance in the bedroom, Drew is overcoming it bit by bit right now and Wade is endlessly proud of him. Working with a green submissive is never easy, especially when they tend to stay in their heads far too often for comfort, but Drew is giving him an in and he takes it. It would be wrong to do anything less when Drew is giving him so much.

Smirking, he pushes in a second finger and watches Drew's tongue swirl around them, his eyes silently asking if he's doing what Wade wants. But not yet. He can have reassurance in a bit. "You like being filled up and fucked, don't you? You like being used like a fuck toy."

Drew's eyes widen up at him and Wade wonders if he's gone too far when he feels the hot press of Drew's cock against his ass. No, he's still doing right. Good. Fucking up is not an option.

"Dirty little slut," Wade snaps, pulling his fingers free and smearing the saliva across Drew's cheek. "That's exactly what you are and you enjoy every second of it. I can tell."

He gets a breathy noise in response and quickly presses the heel of his hand against Drew's neck.

"What did I tell you about making sounds? Shut the fuck up or you'll be punished." It's rough but breath play is something Drew likes; he even arches his neck up so the pressure increases.

Wade keeps the pressure steady on Drew's throat for a minute before letting up, not wanting to leave any welts or bruises that will likely scare the Scotsman once they surface. Instead, he slides further down Drew's body until his ass is all but grinding against Drew's cock. He watches Drew tightens his jaw again, turning his face away as he no doubt tries to hold in the noises that the movements inspire. God, what an obedient little pet he strives to be. Wade is beyond lucky he's found someone so eager to please and obey. Dominants dream of submissives like Drew.

"Get off on pain, don't you, Drew?" he asks, thumbing over Drew's stiff nipples—hard despite not being touched yet. "Filthy slut. I should've known as soon as I met you that you were dirty."

He stops playing around and catches Drew's nipples between his thumb and forefinger, squeezing until Drew whines and struggles beneath him. Can't have that, can he? He lets one go and goes for the hair again, winding it around his fingers and yanking hard, then pressing Drew's face against the carpet. Drew bucks up against him, panting softly, eyes going wide up at him.

"Shh. It's just me." Wade leans down, breaking character long enough to layer a gentle kiss over Drew's lips, reminding him that he's safe and he can stop this at any time.

Once Drew has had a moment to catch his breath and shake off the anxiety, Wade returns to pinching his nipples, tugging them slightly to see Drew shiver and flush darker even as his cock seems to grow impossibly harder. He couldn't take the spanking last night but he's taking this just fine; that really says something about how anxious he was last night, then. Poor baby.

He lets up and stands, kicking Drew's legs apart so he can see just how aroused everything is making the younger man. So far, so good; Drew is flushed and hard and leaking against his stomach, no doubt already desperate to come. Not yet, though. Wade isn't going to let him come until he's earned it, and as well as he's done thus far, he hasn't earned an orgasm yet and they both know it. Earning his pleasure is the easiest way to teach him obedience.

When Drew looks up at him, Wade presses his boot into Drew's inner thigh, forcefully keeping him spread. "Look at you, laid out on the floor like this. You want it right now, don't you?"

Drew only stares up at him, still keeping his sounds locked in his throat. Excellent job on his part.

"I think we can put that mouth of yours to use," Wade says, leaning back against the desk and gesturing for Drew to come closer. "Keep you shut up, too. You talk way too much, Drew."

With one slow, sinuous movement, Drew rises to his knees and spills over onto his hands and knees, crawling over. He doesn't have to be told to nuzzle his face against Wade's erection.

"Desperate for anything you can get, hmm?" Wade grabs his hair. "You're such a cock slut."

He lets Drew rub up against him, though, closing his eyes as he feels those plush lips pressing almost reverent kisses to his cock through the denim of his jeans. This is new from Drew, he's certainly never acted like this before, but maybe he's fallen into his headspace like he should.

Wade pushes his head away. "Keep back until I tell you you're allowed to touch, whore."

Drew flushes slightly at the words but nods, his eyes rapt on the movements of Wade's hands.

Wade takes his sweet time pushing the denim down his hips and freeing his cock from the confines; he's foregone underwear for the same reason he's kept his boys naked since last night: convenience. Slowly, he wraps a hand around his cock and slowly jerks it, watching Drew's eyes follow the movements. And sure enough, Drew's tongue darts out, smoothes over his lips.

"What the fuck did you just do?" Wade snarls, the change enough to startle Drew back a bit.

Not that he lets him get far. He gets a hand in Drew's hair, forcing him to arch his neck back.

"Can't even follow simple commands." Drew pouts up at him. "I don't think you deserve this."

When he gestures at his cock, though, Drew whines and tries to turn his head, nuzzle at his hand.

He's never seen Drew so desperate like this before and certainly not to give a blowjob. Maybe to receive one if he's been teased with the promise of one. This is an entirely different Drew.

"You're lucky I promised you punishment, though," he adds before jerking Drew closer.

The thought of choking Drew like this is a little scary, but he keeps reminding himself it's okay.

After all, Drew likes breath play. He likes his oxygen being cut off. This is just a different form.

He forces Drew's head down on his cock and breathes out through his nose, keeping his hand knotted in Drew's hair to keep him from going anywhere. Not that he has to, of course, because Drew enthusiastically swallows him down in one gulp and starts curling that wicked tongue around his shaft, lips tight around him. Fuck, when has Drew ever wanted to do this with so much fervent desire? Wade lets him, though, keeping his head still while Drew works him. He doesn't even let him move his head and Drew soon figures out exactly why he doesn't.

When Drew tries to pull back, Wade shoves him down and shudders at the choking sound Drew makes in response, his throat being stuffed to the limit. He tries to twist away but Wade holds firm before letting him come up for air, his face flushed red and his eyes wide and aware.

"Is this okay?" Wade asks, lowering his voice so Drew understands exactly what he is asking. After all, scaring him away or hurting him in a negative way isn't really the goal even if this is punishment. Correcting his behavior is more important and there are lots of punishments.

Drew takes a deep breath and nods up at him, his eyes glassy but aware as they fall on Wade's dick once again. Fuck, is he damn near drooling? "Yes, sir. It's okay, sir. I can handle it."

Wade nods, waiting for Drew's face to lose some of the red before shoving him back down. It doesn't help that Drew's mouth is a hot, wet heaven and all Wade wants to do is spend the rest of the day fucking it. Maybe alternating between his eager mouth and his lush, gorgeous ass.

He lets Drew come up for air again, then shoves him back down. It becomes a pattern until he's so close he has to shove Drew away to keep from coming down his throat in an instant.

No one really makes him respond like Drew does, though. That's something he has come to understand in the very short time the three of them have been together. With Heath, there's a familiarity there that allows him to brace himself, to anticipate Heath's actions so he can respond accordingly. Drew, on the other hand, is still new enough to occasionally surprise him.

Drew stays on his ass, looking up at Wade with wide and falsely innocent eyes—but there's a trace of a smirk there that lights Wade's blood on fire. It shouldn't surprise him that Drew is toying with him, but it does and it trips his temper. Not a good thing to do by any means. He plants his boot square on Drew's chest and shoves him forcefully to the carpet, keeping him pinned there while he tries to catch his breath and calm down. No reason to get angry.

"You should know better than to play games like that, pet," he says while he slows his breathing.

Instead of responding, Drew just looks up at him. Not playing innocent. Just not talking.

Wade sighs and drops to one knee, keeping his foot on Drew's chest. "Such a bad little bitch…"

He runs his fingers through Drew's hair, spreading it out across the carpet in a soft halo around his face. Punishment needs to be handed out for that. What better way than a spanking, though?

"Across my lap," he says, falling back into a sitting position and crossing his legs.

Drew goes rigid, his eyes widening and brimming with fear. "Sir. No. Yellow."

"I know you had problems with it last night, but I think you're in a better place to take it now than you were then. Trust me, Drew. I know you." Wade pats his lap and watches as Drew slowly crawls over, draping himself across Wade's lap as commanded. Such a good boy. "Trust me to know what you can handle and what you can't. If you can't trust me, then we need to stop this, remember? It won't be like it was last night. Look at what you've taken thus far."

Drew takes a deep breath, nods once, and lets his head fall limply forward as he waits.

Wade waits as well, watching Drew's tense body slowly relax before bringing his hand down.

Normally, he would make Drew count the punishment out but for right now, they both need this to go a certain way. And that means allowing for a little leeway and letting Drew get away with not counting. Not until he's fully ready to handle this and aware of what it entails to take this.

And it's only a matter of minutes—maybe five smacks in—that Drew is moaning and writhing on his lap, pushing his ass up for more because he wants more and now he knows it.

"I told you you'd enjoy it, didn't I?" Wade asks, bringing his hand down harder for emphasis.

Drew responds by mewling and arching up for more, his ass already turning a lovely pink shade.

"I know you well, pet." He stops, smoothing his hand over Drew's ass, then smacks him again.

One of these days, maybe Drew will realize just how well Wade is attuned to his submissives.

As soon as he's finished, he gives Drew no time to recover. Instead, he shoves Drew off of his lap and stands, nudging him lightly in the ribs with the toe of his boot. Kicking is just cruel.

And Drew is a mess. Hair tangled, face flushed and sweaty, but he still looks to Wade with those eyes of his and it's a miracle Wade hasn't just given up and fucked him already. But Drew isn't there yet. Even with as hard as he is, how desperate for release he has to be because Wade hasn't so much as touched him, he isn't ready for that and Wade isn't going to give him anything he isn't ready for. It's his responsibility to take care of his boys, after all, and he's doing just that.

"Tell me what you want, pet," he says instead, leaning back against the desk and shifting to keep the edge from biting into his bare ass. Not exactly a smart move on his part but he keeps it hidden well and besides, it isn't like he hasn't made mistakes before. He is human.

Drew looks up at him, a tad uncertain of course, before crawling closer and scrubbing his cheek against Wade's thigh. "I just want you," he whispers, and Wade smiles softly. He's ready, then.

He takes the collar off and calls Heath downstairs, not at all surprised when it takes Heath all of two fucking seconds to get down the stairs—they will have a conversation about running down the stairs in the future. But for now… Wade kicks off his boots and shoves his jeans the rest of the way down, then picks Drew up and stands him in front of the dining room table. Heath is right there with him, looking down at Drew with a hungry gaze Wade knows all too well; he's probably wearing it himself right now. He and Heath exchange a smile and a small kiss before Wade drags the chairs away from the table. Damn things are in the way anyway.

"Up on the table, Heath," he says, returning to stand in front of Drew.

Like the good boy he is, Heath pulls himself up onto the table and lies on his back, legs spread wide. Wade chuckles and turns Drew to face Heath, putting a hand on the back of his head and pushing until he gets the idea and bends himself over the table, lips hovering over Heath's cock.

"You're going to suck him off while I fuck you," Wade says, pushing down on Drew's head.

Drew smirks back at him and nods. "Whatever you say, sir."

Cheeky bitch. But he does as he's supposed to and wraps a hand around Heath's cock, holding him still while he takes him down. It's not clear to Wade what's better: the sight of Drew's lips stretched around Heath's shaft or the softly pleasured look on Heath's pretty face.

He's so goddamn proud of both of his boys right now, and there's really only one way to show them. So he retrieves the lube from his jeans pocket and pops the cap on it.

It's so easy to stretch Drew out because he spreads his legs wide and presses back against Wade's fingers, taking them deeper while he moans around Heath. And Heath is just whimpering and gasping, tangling his fingers in Drew's hair in an attempt to guide the pace he's going.

Wade takes a breath as he slicks his own dick, watching his boys for a moment before grasping Drew's hips and thrusting into him. It makes Drew choke around Heath, which is even better, and Wade gives him all of five seconds to adjust before setting a hard, fast pace that slams him deep into Drew's body with every thrust. And Drew groans, hips rocking back to meet him thrust-for-thrust even as he bobs his head faster on Heath's dick. It's beautiful how well he can keep a rhythm and Wade makes a note to make a joke about 3MB at a later date in time.

"How does that feel, love?" Wade's voice is low, husky, and he has to force the words.

Heath's head lolls slightly, his eyes lidded and glassy. "So fucking good. His mouth's amazing."

"You like him sucking your cock?" Wade shudders. "Because he just got tighter. He likes it."

"Fuck, yes." Heath's head goes back, his hips surging up as a little whimper leaves his lips.

They stop talking then. Wade tightens his hold on Drew's hips to keep him still, angling his own until he brushes over Drew's spot. Considering the choked sound Drew makes and the way his entire body shudders, he enjoys it and Wade loves that even more. He fixes his gaze on where Drew's hair is a messy spill on Heath's stomach and thighs, flung out around him as he damn near devotes himself to giving Heath pleasure. Of course, though, he's probably wanted to do this for ages and now he gets to touch Heath as much as he wants. Wade smirks; it was his plan that brought all of them together. Clearly, he's just a badass and this is proof of it. How many men are brilliant enough to come up with solutions involving two beautiful, passionate men?

Heath lets go first and Wade doesn't blame him in the slightest. He just holds Drew's head down so he has to swallow, only letting him go when Heath starts to squirm and whine. Drew slides off, turns back to face Wade and pointedly licks his lips. You little bastard.

Wade slaps his ass hard and Drew moans, resting his cheek against Heath's stomach and no doubt scraping his skin with the coarse hairs on his face. Not that Heath seems to care; he just stretches his hand down to run his fingers through Drew's hair, tucking it back out of his face.

"Heath, you should repay the favor. Sounds like Drew treated you right." Wade gets a hand in that hair again, yanks until Drew is standing upright.

The smirk Heath sends him makes his blood boil for more reasons than one, but Heath is smart and slides to his knees without question, wrapping his lips around Drew's slick, straining cock.

Wade doesn't bother holding onto Drew's hips anymore, watching as Drew knots his fingers in Heath's hair as his hips twitch forward in small, controlled movements. But he does slow down, focusing on sliding over that little bundle of nerves that makes Drew squirm and mewl, his head falling back against Wade's shoulder. Seeing him like this is just absolutely perfect.

"You like being between us, pet? We like having you here." Wade turns his head sharply.

Drew nods fervently and presses fervent kisses to Wade's jaw, more or less getting mouthfuls of beard each time. "Yes. Fucking yes. Oh my fucking God, Wade."

They have him right where they want him. Leaning back against Wade's chest, moaning and tugging at Heath's hair while Wade keeps a hold of his and lays rough, biting, bruising kisses on the side of his neck. When he hits Drew's spot hard, the Scotsman moans and his legs shake, clearly proving just how exhausted he is. Wade slides an arm around his waist and Heath shifts forward on his knees, picking up the hint without a word. With ease, Wade holds Drew up while Heath lifts first one leg, then the other, until Drew's beautiful thighs are spread around his face. They're both strong enough to hold him up and what better way to prove that neither of them are going anywhere when he needs them both?

"I'm close," Drew breathes, his entire body trembling as he nuzzles against the side of Wade's neck. "P-please. Can I come, sir?"

It would be easy to be mean to him, but he's done what he's supposed to do. So Wade presses a kiss to his lips and nods once. "Yes, pet. You're allowed to come as soon as you get there."

Drew moans his thanks and goes limp between them, entirely unable to hold himself up any longer. Heath's hands are gripping his ass, keeping him spread wide for Wade's cock even as he bobs his head faster, slurping and swallowing so loudly it's lewd.

Wade's arm is still around Drew's waist, the other splayed beneath his thigh as he continues pounding into the younger man. He can feel how close Drew is, measure it in the way he continues to tighten around Wade, shuddering and moaning freely between them. Gorgeous.

He and Heath have worked together on Drew before and that's how they can keep him tightly wound without releasing him, building the pleasure in his body until he can barely take it any longer. Within minutes, Drew has lost his words and is babbling between them, rocked by the force of their motions like a ragdoll. Wade smirks and presses a kiss to Drew's lips, cutting off the incoherent string of half-words. They'll have to fuck him to this point again very soon.

But for now, Drew needs to come. So Wade shifts the arm around Drew's waist, brushing his fingers through Heath's hair, a silent command to bring Drew now because he needs it.

And watching him reach his peak and tumble off of the edge is absolutely flawless. Drew's entire body tenses, his eyes squeezed shut even as his lips part to let out another delicious moan. He bucks between them, caught between Heath's mouth and Wade's cock, his skin flushed and warm to the touch. Wade kisses him roughly, swallowing those sounds as he gets in a few last, sweet thrusts to milk Drew's orgasm and trigger his own. They groan into each other's mouths, Drew trembling violently before going limp once again. Wade's own legs feel rather weak, but he still helps Heath get Drew lying on the floor before he allows them to give out.

The three of them end up curling up there until their breathing matches perfectly.

Wade retrieves the oil from the playroom when his legs are stable enough for him to walk, using it to soothe the heat no doubt still lingering in Drew's reddened ass. Then he gets a few wet dishcloths from the kitchen to clean the three of them up. By the time he finishes, the three of them are too exhausted to move. Heath snatches the blanket beside the desk—it gets cold down here in the winter, babe—and they wrap themselves in it and each other.

Somehow, Wade ends up in the middle, one arm around Heath's waist and the other around Drew's shoulders. Heath's head is resting on his chest and Drew's on his shoulder.

And it's somehow the most perfect moment they've had together thus far.