Chapter 62 DESIRE
Eli won't stop sniffing back tears, and Julian isn't good when it comes to dealing with emotions… so he loosened his tie with a slow tug, the silk whispering against his collar as he peeled off his shirt, revealing the broad planes of his chest dusted with dark hair. He stood there in just his pants, the fabric clinging to his hips, and glanced at Anton with a quiet command in his eyes.
“Bring him upstairs,” Julian said, his voice low and steady, before turning to climb the stairs to their master bedroom.
Eli trailed behind Anton, his mind a storm of self-loathing from the news clip he'd seen earlier— it's just a picture, but It had spiraled him into a pit of hate, tears stinging as he whispered to himself that he'd been turned gay, that it was filthy, that he was nothing but a faggot now. His chest ached with the weight of it, but Anton's hand on his back urged him forward gently.
In the master bedroom, Julian had already stripped bare, his cock hanging thick and half-hard between his thighs as he stood by the bed. He caught Anton's gaze and nodded toward his own clothes, the silent message clear: do the same. Anton hesitated for a beat… but unbuttoned his shirt, shrugging it off, then kicked away his pants and underwear, his lean but muscled body exposed, his cock twitching with nerves and anticipation.
Eli hovered near the door, arms crossed tight over his chest, eyes downcast. Julian stepped closer, his naked form radiating warmth, and cupped Eli's chin to lift his face.
“Hey,” Julian murmured, thumb stroking Eli's jaw. “There's nothing dirty about this. Nothing bad about letting us see you, all of you. We're here because we want you— want this.”
Anton flanked him, his voice soft as he added, “We've shared you before, Eli. And I want you to know that there's nothing degrading about that. Let us take care of you now. Just breathe.”
Together, they coaxed him, fingers working the buttons of his shirt with patience, sliding it from his shoulders. Pants followed, tugged down his legs until Eli stood naked, vulnerable, his skin prickling under their gazes. No judgment, just hunger and care in their eyes.
Anton didn't know where Julian was going with this but he suddenly had a plan in mind. He'd never touched another man like he's about to, never even considered Julian that way, though they'd both taken Eli together before. But tonight, they were set on proving something to Eli, to show him the sweetness in giving in.
Anton dropped to his knees then, looking up at Eli with a determined glint. “Watch me,” he said, his voice steady despite the flush creeping up his neck. “Watch how I do this for Julian, and see that I can too. It's not dirty— it's us, showing you how good it feels to submit to what we want.” Eli's breath hitched, rooted in place as Anton turned to Julian.
Their eyes locked, a charged silence passing between them. Julian nodded once, sharp and affirming, then sank onto the edge of the bed, spreading his legs wide. His cock had hardened fully now, curving up thick and veined, the head glistening. Anton crawled forward on his knees, hands bracing Julian's thighs as he leaned in. His lips parted, tongue flicking out tentatively to lap at the slit, tasting the salt of pre-cum. Julian groaned low, fingers threading into Anton's hair, guiding without force.
Anton took the head into his mouth, sucking softly at first, his cheeks hollowing as he bobbed down further. He'd never done this before, never sucked a cock, but instinct drove him, his tongue swirling along the underside. Julian's hips bucked slightly, a hiss escaping his teeth.
“Fuck, Anton... that's it. Your mouth feels so hot, so tight around me.” Anton's hand wrapped the base, stroking what he couldn't yet swallow, his own cock hardening against his thigh as he sucked Julian in deeper, gagging a little but pushing on.
Julian's grip tightened, directing the rhythm… slow pulls back, then forward, Anton's lips stretching around his girth.
“God, yes... suck harder, just like that. You're doing so good for me.” Moans filled the room, Julian's voice roughening as pleasure built, his balls drawing up. Anton hummed around him, the vibration pulling a curse from Julian's lips.
Finally, with a deep thrust into Anton's mouth, Julian came, ropes of cum spilling over Anton's tongue as he moaned, “Anton—fuck, Anton! That was hot.”
Anton pulled off with a gasp, cum dribbling from the corner of his mouth, but he didn't wipe it away. Instead, he rose up, cupping Julian's face, and pressed their lips together in a fierce kiss. Julian responded instantly, tongue delving in to taste himself on Anton, the kiss messy and deep, hands clutching at each other's necks. It was their first: lips crashing without hesitation, tongues tangling in a way that spoke of unspoken tension finally breaking.
Eli watched, transfixed, his heart pounding. It was the most erotic sight he'd ever witnessed: two men he'd craved, now lost in each other, raw and unashamed. His cock throbbed hard between his legs, leaking pre-cum down the shaft, betraying every dark thought he'd harbored.
They broke the kiss, turning to him with swollen lips and heated eyes. Julian's voice was husky. “How dirty was that, Eli?” Anton echoed, a small smile playing on his mouth.
Eli shook his head, words failing, his erection straining obvious and insistent.
They moved as one, closing in on him. Hands roamed: Julian's strong fingers tracing Eli's chest, pinching a nipple until it peaked, while Anton's palm slid down to wrap around Eli's cock, stroking slowly and firm.
Kisses rained down: Julian claiming his mouth, tongue thrusting deep, then Anton nipping at his neck, sucking marks into the skin.
Eli lost track, senses overwhelmed… which hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently? Whose fingers teased his entrance, slick with lube they'd grabbed from the nightstand?
Julian pushed him back onto the bed, lips trailing to Eli's toes, sucking each one into his mouth, tongue swirling as Eli arched with a whimper. Anton took over his nipples, biting and laving until they burned, all while that lubed finger breached him, curling inside to stroke his prostate. Eli's vision blurred, body surrendering as they handled him, turning him into a vessel for their touch.
When clarity returned in hazy waves, Eli felt the stretch, suddenly aware that Anton was behind him now, cock pressing in steady, inch by inch, filling his hole with a sweet, unhurried pace.
“That's it, take me,” Anton breathed, thrusting deep but controlled, hips rolling to hit that spot over and over. Julian knelt before him, swallowing Eli's moans with claiming kisses, tongue fucking his mouth in time with Anton's movements. Eli's cock bobbed untouched, leaking steadily, pleasure coiling tight as they both claimed him, bodies slick and entangled in the dim light of the bedroom