Almost with relief, I realise Michael is fully inside me. He makes a couple of slow thrusts, settling in. His gaze slants over my shoulder again. "That's me snugly in place. I think that makes it your turn, James."
Fuck...
In thrall to my Golden Lover's ramrod of a boner, I'd forgotten that to the rear, my Master has so far only fingered me open, mere foreplay to the main event. "Thank you, Michael..." His voice is calm, but his chest quivers with suppressed laughter.
His arm and shoulder pump, once, twice, thrice. The finger circles inside again, easing me further open. He murmurs, "As Michael said, you started this. I'm looking forward to finding how you accommodate us, fucking you together as we're going to."