At the same time, I pushed Avery’s legs open a little and grasped one of testicles. I massaged him in my palm while I massaged Julian in my mouth, and they were both breathing faster by the time I paused.
I shifted over and left my primary target untouched while I took Avery’s rod into my mouth. He moaned in appreciation, and I warmed him up gradually — sealing my lips around his shaft; pulling up and down slowly enough that he could really enjoy me. I lingered at his glans, mouthing the sensitive corona at the top of each stroke. Soon I was letting my tongue slide along his urethra and lap the pre-come from his slit.
He spread his legs further to give me full access, one knee overlapping his partner’s, and he rested a hand on my head, encouraging me to keep going. He loved when I sucked him, and I loved doing it. I could have finished him in another couple of minutes, but for the purposes of this particular game, I’d have better results if I left him hard.
I pulled my mouth from his cock and licked his nuts instead, the way I’d been doing to Julian.
“Graham –” came the immediate protest.
“What?” I taunted. “You didn’t think I was going to let you come this morning, did you?”
“I mean…” Avery groaned under his breath when my tongue dipped into one of the ticklish crevices where his sack joined his pelvis. “Why can’t I?”
“You know why. The hornier you are, the hornier your hunky husband here is.”
“That’s not — really fair,” he huffed while I bathed the other crevice. It was one of his more frequent complaints, and all it meant was that I’d succeeded in finding something that got to him.
“This is your game, baby,” I said, amused. “We can call it off anytime, if all you want is share some orgasms.” I ran my tongue along the underside of his taut scrotum. “But I thought you wanted me to tease Julian until tonight.”
“I do,” he admitted, still sounding torn, and I reached my free hand over to caress Julian’s balls. They were more swollen than they had been a few minutes ago.
“Then you’re getting teased until tonight too,” I decreed with finality. I leaned up to lap the tender place just beneath Avery’s glans, which never failed to magnify his desire.
True to form, he moaned and arched into my tongue while his fist clenched uselessly against the bed. I knew how intense it felt there — so much pleasure, yet not enough stimulation to reach climax without a serious commitment of time and effort.
“I didn’t hear an answer,” I prompted in my commander voice.
“Yes, Captain Lansing,” he gasped.
“Good boy.” I stayed where I was just to prove my point, knowing it was my dominance he craved more than any specific sex act. His breathing grew rougher and there were some muted vocalizations, but he let me tantalize his weak spot, despite knowing he’d have to live with the frustration all day. I kept my other hand on Julian, rolling his nuts in my fist and sneaking fingertips down to brush his unprotected perineum, while his straining rod dripped fluid onto his belly.
“You’ve been very well behaved too, Major,” I told him when I was satisfied that Avery’s obedience had worked them both into a proper state. “I think this leaky cock deserves a little love before we go.”
I swiped my thumb through the puddle of pre-come and deliberately held Julian’s gaze while I massaged it into his frenulum. He wasn’t affected quite as much as Avery, but plenty of signal lines were buried at that junction between shaft and glans, and he was certainly getting the message. I moved closer so I could press my lips there, softly at first but developing into a full-on make out session with the most sensitive point on his body.
He kept his discipline, though; he didn’t try to thrust or even make much noise. With Julian, the suffering was mostly displayed in subtle cues: shallow inhales, tense muscles, and longing behind his sapphire irises. Plus, of course, the new drops of lubricant that surfaced while I teased him.
I gave his tip one more affectionate kiss, still staring into his tortured eyes, before crawling up his torso and settling with my knees on either side of his pillow.
“My turn, please,” I half-requested, half-instructed. I knew if he had an objection to sucking me in this position, he would raise it. But he didn’t. I nudged my quite solid organ toward his lips, and he received me without qualm.
I enjoyed giving head, but I also found it kind of hot to get a blow job when the other person was pinned beneath me. Obviously I wouldn’t try to throat-fuck someone who didn’t want it, but just the suggestion that I could was a little extra exciting.
Julian didn’t disappoint. He was quite skilled himself when it came to oral attention, something I hadn’t had the opportunity to discover for a long time, given his initial policy of focusing our encounters on Avery. He worked my swollen tool with thorough care, letting me thrust between his lips when I got close and giving me a slight nod when I asked permission to shoot. I always liked to check, because some people found it alarming to get a mouthful of jizz while lying on their back.
I’d considered waiting, but I needed my mind to be clear so I could effectively monitor Julian’s well-being until the end of this game. I’d appreciate playing with my lovers this evening just as much if I didn’t end up needing to come again.
“Thank you,” I told him when I was empty. I’d always been on the fence about whether it was weird to thank someone for getting you off, but it felt more rude not to. Especially since a kiss wasn’t going to happen until he’d rinsed my semen out of his mouth.
“Anytime,” he replied, yet the single word — and the way he looked when he said it — seemed to carry some hidden meaning that I couldn’t quite decipher. He didn’t appear upset, so I let it go with a quick caress of his head.
“Time to get up, boys,” I announced, leading the way. Avery followed, reluctantly packing his erection back into his trunks. Finally Julian rolled to sitting and grabbed the canteen.
My regular duties running Bravo Company kept me busy that day, so I didn’t have occasion to see Julian again until late afternoon. He was just returning from his usual survey of the guards and scouts when I caught up to him near the command center.
“You have a minute, Demos?” I asked. He was frequently still called “Delta” by residents of Fort Laurel, but they’d all known his actual name too, ever since I let the cat out of the bag.
He gave some brief instructions to his companions, then stepped away to join me out of earshot in the shade of a large oak tree. Early June at this latitude, combined with Deep South humidity, was already growing uncomfortably warm.
“How’s it going?” I did my best to keep my smirk confined to my voice.
“Signs of movement again to the northeast.” That actually was important, so he filled me in on the reports brought by his scouts. I’d have to cross-check those later with my own soldiers who were on patrol in that sector, and we may need to adjust security deployments, but it didn’t require any immediate action.