Chapter 107: Glowing Eyes.

The moment Bryce’s tongue touched Dave’s cock, his mouth closing around it without doing anything more, Dave’s entire body trembled intensely.

The reaction seemed to catch him off guard. He pulled away abruptly, snatched up his shirt, and used it to catch his release.

Bryce stared at him for a moment before amusement spread across his face. He tried to suppress it, but the effort was useless.

The more he looked at Dave’s embarrassed expression, the harder it became to conceal his amusement.

"What’s funny?" Dave asked, embarrassment surfacing across his features.

"I didn’t say anything," Bryce replied, though the amusement threaded through his voice betrayed him.

Vincent chuckled from behind him but offered no further comment.

Dave glanced between them, looking as though he suddenly felt compelled to defend himself. "Okay, you know I’m not always like that."

"Is it a bad thing?" Bryce asked. "Personally, I don’t think it’s a bad thing."

His words might have sounded reassuring if not for the teasing, sarcastic note woven into his voice.

Before Dave could respond, Bryce lifted himself into a sitting position and turned toward Vincent, he then lifted himself onto his knees.

Vincent had already placed a hand on his belt, clearly intending to remove it, but Bryce reached for him immediately, stopping him.

He unbuckled Vincent’s belt himself and pulled it free, his movements unhurried. Vincent’s pants were tight enough that the shape of his erection was unmistakable beneath the fabric.

Before Bryce could lower them, he leaned forward and pressed his lips against the strained material.

His warm breath seeped through the cloth, followed by the gentle pressure of his mouth. Vincent’s breath caught, his chest rising with a sudden, uneven inhalation.

Bryce did not remove his pants. Instead, he continued teasing him through the fabric, allowing his breath and lips to create just enough pressure to test Vincent’s restraint.

Vincent’s breathing grew heavier, each exhalation rougher than the last, until a low, involuntary moan finally escaped him.

"Are you enjoying torturing me?" Vincent murmured.

His hand moved to the back of Bryce’s head, holding him there as he pressed him more firmly against the outline of his cock, intensifying the pressure between them.

Bryce chuckled, though the sound broke apart when he felt Dave’s body against his back. Dave’s lips brushed over his skin, moving across his back.

"If it makes you happy, then I can endure it for you," Vincent added.

But even as he spoke, he did not release Bryce’s head. His fingers remained tangled in his hair, keeping him close.

Bryce’s attention shifted when he felt Dave’s hot, throbbing cock press against his ass. His body responded instinctively. He moved backward, seeking the contact, his breath catching as he pressed closer.

"Do you want me to do it?" Dave murmured against his neck.

"Mmh..." Bryce hummed.

Dave lifted his gaze toward Vincent, as though he wanted to see how he would react to that, but Vincent’s expression was unreadable, revealing nothing of what he was thinking.

One hand still held Bryce’s head against him, while the other rested against Bryce’s cheek.

The absence of any visible reaction seemed to settle something in Dave. He stopped fighting the longing and leaned closer to Bryce’s neck, his body responding to the invitation Bryce had given without words.

Bryce felt Vincent’s fingers tighten around him as Dave began easing into him.

He lifted his gaze toward Vincent through half-lowered eyelids, searching his face for a reaction to what was happening between them.

Vincent’s expression remained neutral, but Bryce knew better than that. He could see past the composure Vincent was trying to maintain, and for the first time since everything had begun, he realized that Vincent had not truly been accepting any of this.

He had only been forcing himself to endure it.

A moan escaped Bryce when Dave finally settled inside him, finding the sensitive place he had always known how to reach.

The sensation sent pleasure coursing through him, and he had to summon every ounce of concentration to keep his attention fixed on Vincent.

He suddenly saw Vincent’s eyes flash red for the briefest moment before returning to normal.

"Are you okay?" he murmured instantly, still looking up at him. He already knew Vincent was not, but he asked anyway.

Vincent gave a silent nod.

Bryce held on to him as Dave began moving gently behind him. Pleasure gradually threatened to pull Bryce away from the moment, but he fought to remain present with Vincent, swallowing the moans that rose in his throat.

He reached for Vincent’s pants and pulled them down, freeing him from the constricting fabric. The veins standing out along his length made Bryce’s breath falter, and he leaned forward, taking him into his mouth.

A muffled moan vibrated from bryce, against Vincent’s cock as Dave’s movements grew more insistent.

The change in rhythm sent tremors through Bryce’s legs, his knees beginning to weaken beneath the combined sensations.

On the other hand, Vincent’s fingers threaded through Bryce’s hair, his composure growing harder to maintain as Bryce’s mouth and tongue moved around him.

Bryce, meanwhile, struggled to balance the pleasure with the concentration of Vincent’s cock in his mouth.

For a moment, Vincent seemed to lose himself in the sensations Bryce drew from him, his eyes fixed on Bryce’s face before closing involuntarily.

Then he suddenly pulled away. His body trembled, and an unrestrained moan escaped his lips as he released onto the floor, his voice blending with Dave’s.

"Why won’t either of you let me swallow when you’re always swallowing mine?" Bryce complained between heavy breaths.

A faint smile touched Vincent’s lips. "You want to?"

Bryce frowned, his face twisting with disbelief. He had not expected that to be a question. They had both tasted him, so why wouldn’t he want to taste them in return?

Even throughout all those years, Dave had never allowed him to, although he had done it to Bryce occasionally.

Now that Vincent had done the same, Bryce was beginning to wonder whether there was a reason behind their reluctance.

"Yes," he answered shortly, unwilling to say more when he was certain his words would dissolve into moans.

Vincent ran a finger over the tip of his shaft, still wet with release, then brought it to Bryce’s lips. Bryce did not hesitate. He licked it from Vincent’s finger at once, a satisfied smile spreading across his face.

The sight drew a smile from Vincent in return. He leaned down and kissed Bryce, their lips meeting as Bryce’s body moved with each of Dave’s thrusts.

Vincent remained close enough for Bryce to hold on to him.

Behind him, Dave leaned forward, pressing kisses along Bryce’s back. His movements had grown more urgent, and Bryce recognized the familiar signs that he was nearing his climax.

Dave had always become especially tender affectionate during those moments.

"I love you, Bryce." he murmured against Bryce’s back, "I’ll never take this second chance you gave me for granted."

His arms tightened around Bryce.

"Thank you."

The softness and gratitude in his words, combined with the relentless rhythm of his movements, finally pushed Bryce beyond his limit.

He released hard, his body shuddering as Dave followed almost immediately.

They trembled against each other, caught in the aftermath of the moment, while Vincent remained close, still holding Bryce.

After a moment, Dave finally pulled out of him. He turned Bryce’s head slightly and kissed him before collapsing onto the bed, still breathing heavily.

Bryce felt exhausted, a deep sense of contentment settling over him after everything he had shared with Dave. Something inside him had been reached, something he had needed more than he realized, but a part of him still remained unsettled.

Vincent’s touch felt different. There was something about it that made Bryce feel as though Vincent possessed the missing piece capable of quieting whatever remained restless inside him.

"Do you want to rest?" Vincent asked, his voice barely above a murmur.

Bryce did not answer. Instead, he leaned backward onto the mattress and pulled Vincent down with him, making him fall on top of his body.

Bryce told himself that he had never slept with them only once and then stopped. They did it again and again.

And having Dave and then Vincent would simply be another round.

This time, however, it was not exactly the same. He already knew they felt different, each satisfying something within him in their own way, and both reaching places he could not compare.

Vincent leaned down and kissed him. Bryce’s legs parted instinctively, making room for him, and the silent invitation seemed to undo whatever restraint Vincent had been trying to maintain. Although he had intended to wait, his body moved before patience could prevail.

When Vincent finally entered him, the sensation sent a fresh wave of pleasure through Bryce. Vincent was slightly larger than Dave, and the unfamiliarity of him made it feel almost as though Bryce were experiencing it all for the first time that day.

Their moans tangled in the room until Bryce reached his climax again, his body shuddering beneath Vincent, who allowed himself to follow only moments later.

Vincent leaned down and kissed him, the kiss almost hungry in its intensity, though still tender.

"I love you so much," he whispered against Bryce’s lips.

Something inside Bryce finally settled, he felt completely satisfied.

When Vincent eventually pulled away, he gathered Bryce into his arms and carried him toward the centre of the bed.

He laid him down gently before settling beside him, while Dave moved to the other side. Both men remained close, their bodies forming a protective warmth around him.

Vincent pulled the covers over them.

It was still daytime, but the exhaustion brought on by their countless sleepless nights finally caught up with them, and the all three gradually surrendered to sleep.