His words annoy me. Maybe that's why I don't stop what happens later. First, though, I slather oil on my cock, curl my fingers around Iolaus' slim calves, and lift that smooth ass up to my hard-on. Then I shove it in. Hard. The sudden, close heat almost kills my anger, especially when his eyes roll back in his head. My brother never fucked you like this...Then: "On your hands and knees. I wanna fuck you from behind." This is what he's wanted all along: Iolaus needs to be used ‘cause he feels guilty for wanting me at all. And he's gonna be used alright--but not by me. A cool rush of air, and I'm standing, invisible, beside the bed, watching as Ares spreads the cheeks of Iolaus' ass, then eases himself between them. Take that, Iolaus.
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