Opening Moves

Chapter Seven

Bish woke up sometime in the middle of the night…well, it was still dark out at any rate.

It was just him and Jason in bed and he had to grin, because that meant that Rook was giving their Knight some late-night loving that had lasted into the snuggling phase, which was going to leave them both in a good mood come morning. Gave him a little time to bond with Jason, too. He had a hunch that, just maybe, despite the welcome fuck, Jason was a little shy of him. So he examined their new addition.

Fuck, but Knight could pick them. Jason really was gorgeous.

Muscled and tanned, with blond hair and sharp cheekbones, Jason looked a little like a Greek god. He reached out and traced one of the ridges of Jason’s abdomen. The skin was smooth, almost silky, and warm. He watched as Jason moaned then arched lazily. Oh, yeah. Not into sex? This man needed touching more than anyone he’d ever met, besides his Knight.

He leaned in and whispered into Jason’s ear. “We’re going to take care of you, make sure you’re never starved for touch, long as you’re with us.”

Jason’s eyebrows lowered, then the man scooted closer. Bishop grinned. Oh yeah. This man was theirs as long as they wanted him, and he had a hunch that would be for a very long time. Knight had called it right—their boy Rook was halfway in love already.

He curled his arm around Jason, fingers finding the

He watched his cock disappear into the swollen lips. Fuck, that made his balls ache. So fucking pretty. Jason kept sucking, started humming around him.

Oh, yes. A fucking natural, that’s what Jason was.

His hips started rocking—he couldn’t stop himself. He needed.

He didn’t hold Jason’s head in place, though. He let his hands drop to Jason’s shoulders instead, holding on there. Jason’s hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, his lips meeting his fingers.

“Good. Yeah. That’s good. Uh-huh. Don’t stop.” He wasn’t paying any attention to what he was saying, he was just trying to encourage more of the touches, the sucking. Jason was a quick learner, sucking him in, hands working at the base. “Touch my balls, Jay.”

Those pretty blue eyes looked up, then his sac was palmed in a gentle, gentle touch.

“Yes! Fuck!” He nodded, squeezing Jason’s shoulders tight.

He wanted to fuck those swollen lips so badly. He rocked gently, testing the waters. Jason groaned but took him. Such a good boy. He kept rocking, making sure to not go deep—which was almost as hard as trying not to rock at all had been earlier—but he kept reminding himself he wanted this to be good for Jason.

“Won’t be long,” he warned. He really got off on being sucked. That Jason didn’t pull back, pull away, said something about their new, sweet little bottom.

Anticipation, the sensations around his cock and the look on Jason’s face as he sucked all worked together and Bishop moaned loudly as he came, pouring spunk into Jason’s mouth. Jason choked a little bit but man