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Wintergreen shifted his left hand to Adeline's hip, steadying her, but his own moan at feeling Slade shift his motion was neither inhibited nor quiet. Right hand went to Slade's shoulder, steadying himself, as Wintergreen tried to meet the rhythm, rocking against the younger man's buttocks, sweat more than enough lubrication to make it so easy to teeter there on the brink of release.

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//Oh....//

Long, low moan as Addie moved and sank down on him, bit him again, moved slow enough to be almost painful as she pressed herself down, so hot, so tight and slick around his length, and it was an effort of will to be still, to let her set the pace, especially when Wintergreen moved against him, hard and hot... His arm wrapped behind Addie's back, holding her, his other hand at the hip Wintergreen hadn't already taken.

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Not strange at all that it takes this to settle me in my skin again. Slade under and in me, breath catching in my throat at the stretch and the size of him. There is power here that I gave up years ago, and it is joy to have that back now. Quiet, bubbling happiness that makes me smile against him, shift my hips against Wintergreen's hand and Slade in me, arching against Slade's hand on my back.

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Wintergreen's control was fraying, as he actively moved more, wanting release, the fell of strong muscles against his length. He bit roughly at the side of Slade's neck, marking again, sucking a livid bruise to the surface.

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Slade cried out at the bite, pressing back into it, and bucked against the shift of Addie's hips, the rock of Wintergreen's body behind him, practically clinging to his wife as he kissed along her cheek, the line of her jaw...

The feel of the curve of her smile against his skin, the next move of her body made him shudder again, and rock back.

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The bucking thrust of his hips is something nearly painful in the pleasure of it, strangled cry kept locked behind my teeth. Slade's grip on me will leave bruises and I do not care, lost in the slide of our bodies, Slade moving back against Wintergreen, Wintergreen's own motion pushing him back into me, thrust and press of my own weight rocking Slade back into Wintergreen's teeth, his body.

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The hand on Addie's hip moved, just able to lay flat between Slade and she, fingers splayed across her curls, thumb stroking down over tight flesh to add pleasure. He was too close, but not about to let go fully, nor tell Slade to take his pleasure, until the lady with them was ready as well.

"My boy," he growled, tone telling Slade just how intense Wintergreen's desire was.

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Slade whimpered again at hearing that voice again, the tones that told him how close his oldest friend, first lover, only man that had ever mastered him, was. The feel of those fingers against him, against Addie as she moved for him, them... god. He shuddered, swallowed hard, and managed to speak, ask, "Sir?"

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Wintergreen's hand a surprise that makes me shake, flare of heat and pleasure making me snarl against Slade's skin and arch into both of them.

Too hard to hear them speaking over the pounding rush of my own blood and ragged breath, in the moan I am not able to restrain when Wintergreen moves his fingers, but Slade whimpering, his voice breaking on a reply I do not catch... noise that has me biting him again just to see if he will make that sound one more time.

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Wintergreen's thumb moved harder, more insistent on Addie's clit, watching her, seeing how close she was to her edge, before he growled at his lover again.

"Yes, my boy. Give us your pleasure," he urged, feeling the tight coil of his own need.

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Slade shook in their hold, head tipping back again as Wintergreen's order slammed through his veins and took his body with it, old obedience as strong as if he'd never stopped being Wintergreen's lover, and his arms held Addie hard as he bucked up into her, careful with his strength only out of long habit.

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Edge of pain in Slade's thrust that I barely notice, far too caught in Wintergreen's ruthless hand and Slade in me, Slade shaking and breaking between the two of us. Choked-off cry and I cannot stop shuddering myself, pressing into Wintergreen's thumb, razored pleasure close to shattering me.

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"There, my boy...god but I have missed the feel of you against me like this," Wintergreen rumbled. "So beautiful," he whispered, hips flexing hard, rocking, until there was no choice, and he let go that iron control to come.

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Slade was still lost between them, feeling Addie shaking against and around him, the hot spill of Wintergreen's release against him so intimately, scent/feel/sound of them both too much to stand and he held his wife down against his body tight, shudders running through him over and over.

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Focus through the knife-edged heat in my blood, coiling tight and needy in me, enough to lift my head, catching the quiet satiation on Slade's face, on Wintergreen's.

Ragged, uneven sound of my own breathing in my ears making it impossible to hear anything else, tremors in my hands where I have not let go of Slade, but I can (barely) think enough to note their expressions, and to be grateful for anything bringing Slade so much peace.

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Wintergreen had paused, only briefly, in his own release, from caressing that hard nub of flesh with his thumb. He continued, eyes fixing on Addie's face to see her as she enjoyed the aftershocks of Slade's body against hers.

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Slade shuddered again, aware enough to feel Wintergreen's hand still moving, Addie shaking in still leashed control--//oh, unfair//--and he stretched up enough to kiss her hungry and deep.

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