Marie Harte - Hayashi's Hero

Jules's rock-solid body began moving over Morgan, sliding over his cock in ways that took Morgan's breath away.

“Mmm,” Jules moaned and kissed Kisho's neck. “I want to see you fuck his mouth, Kisho.

Come on. Let's bend him over and slake the lust. Let the need flow, and use it.”

“Wait,” Morgan said on a breath as the pair of them tried to manage him. “Hold on. Jules, why don't you—”

Jules growled and yanked Morgan up by his hair. “You don't order anyone around, not now. I'm in charge. You submit to me, the way your mate submits to me.” He shoved Morgan back to the bed and motioned for Kisho, who'd slid off the bed and stood on the floor, to come closer. When Kisho did, Jules kissed him hard and grabbed his dick, stroking with a hard, punishing grip.

“Please, Morgan. I want…you…to…belong…to me.” Kisho panted as Jules pleasured him while studying Morgan.

“Watch him come. All over my hand,” Jules ordered.

In moments Kisho shot hard, his thick cum making the sexual energy around all three of them potent.

“Fuck. That's so hot.” Morgan leaned close to Kisho and licked him clean, making his lover groan and squirm, still caught in Jules's hand. Morgan licked over that hand, and a sense of ease turned his vague hostility into a pleasurable need.

“That's it. Suck his cum off. Get all of it.” Jules purred, the rumble reminiscent of Kisho's contentment.

Kisho continued to stare down at him, his eyes wide, his breathing fast, as he combed his fingers through Morgan's hair. “So pretty. So mine.”

Morgan nodded. He took Jules's finger in his mouth and sucked harder.

“Nice,” Jules's murmured. “Oh yeah. I'm really hard right now. And I need to spend inside you. Right up that tight ass.”

Kisho nodded, flushed and growing erect as he watched Morgan work Jules's finger.

More than ready to come, Morgan slowly positioned himself at the edge of the bed and presented Jules with his ass. Kisho growled his assent, and before Morgan knew it, Jules slid inside him, filling him with a hot, thick cock.

Kisho didn't leave them alone to watch. Instead, he stood close by, his hard dick in hand.

Jules nudged Morgan forward, surging so deep, they both groaned. Then Morgan had Kisho's dick right in front of him. He opened wide and took that hard, thick shaft in his mouth.

Sandwiched between the Circs, he nearly lost his mind when Jules grew larger inside him.

He swallowed another mouthful of Kisho's seed, the sex and belonging forging stronger ties than he could have imagined.

Jules groaned and shuddered, and Morgan felt a rush of hot liquid sliding down his ass and thighs. The scent of Jules seeped into him, tying him to the larger male on a level beyond the physical. The bond snapped him in place, finally allowing Morgan fully into Kisho's world.

Thrilled to have overcome yet another obstacle keeping him from his lover, Morgan grew even more excited.

His groin throbbed, his cock hard and aching, and still without relief.

“Stay there,” Kisho growled. “Don't move.”

Morgan wanted to argue, to show his mate who was in charge, but Jules started moving again. Except this time, the bastard hit that sweet spot inside him, and he groaned.

“Up,” Jules urged, and pulled Morgan upright, off his hands. They knelt together, still joined, but at an awkward angle. Yet now Kisho could access Morgan's erection. And access it he did. While Jules continued to pump inside him, Kisho took Morgan to the back of his throat.

The dual sensation of taking and being taken washed over him in a huge wave of pleasure.

Morgan shouted and came hard. He literally throbbed as he exploded, jetting into Kisho's mouth.

Jules scratched his hips and stilled, coming as well.

The scent of Circ seed and man and pheromones filled the air. But nothing could mask the overwhelming rightness Morgan experienced, the intense belonging to something more.

“Oh man, you two are lethal,” Jules said with a moan and withdrew from Morgan's body.

“I have the room next door. The one you thought you rented,” he said to Morgan. “Why don't you two use it while I clean up and keep an eye on Delancey.”

“You don't need to watch them.” Morgan coughed to clear the hoarseness from his voice.

“I have informants on speed dial, watching up close.”

“Good. Don't want to lose the fucker before I personally watch the life leave his eyes.” Jules in a mad was scary. But Morgan didn't have time to worry. Kisho lifted him in his arms, and Morgan realized he'd shrunk back into his normal six-four frame.

“I've got you, mate,” Kisho whispered and kissed him. The most perfect, if surreal, moment of his life.

Morgan hadn't been carried in anyone's arms like this since he was a small child.

They walked through the adjoining door into the room that Morgan had paid for to ensure it remained empty. Two large duffel bags sat on the floor beside the king-size bed. Trust Jules to flout security.

Kisho walked him into the large bathroom. “Glad you paid for the nicer rooms. The shower's still going to be tight but manageable.” He set Morgan down on his feet and started the shower. As he did so, he changed back into his man's form. “Wait. I'll be right back.” Morgan leaned against the wall, worn out, but too stunned by tonight's events to know what to say.

Kisho returned after a moment, and they both entered the shower. Kisho wouldn't let him lift a finger. He washed him, dried him, and then led him back out to the large bed. Kisho joined him in bed, and they lay on their sides, studying each other.

The quiet words Kisho spoke, as much as the loving expression on his face, transfixed him.

“When I was two, my mother died. The loving daughter of a tyrant simply faded away, lost because she'd been forbidden my father, the man she loved.” Morgan didn't speak, his heart breaking all over again for Kisho's loss.

“I never understood why my grandfather hated me so much. It wasn't until a few years later, when he kicked me out of the house because I was a 'half-breed bastard,' that I knew. I was five and had no place to go.”

“Five?” Morgan stared, stunned. “So young.”

“My grandmother tried to help. She found a shelter for me when friends refused to help, scared of my grandfather. And she helped me to understand that at least my mother had loved me. To be honest, I never expected to know my father. No one talked about him. Then one day, he was just there. He found me living on the streets. I was sixteen when he brought me home to America.”

“Shit, Kisho. How did you live? What did you do?”

Kisho frowned. “I remember the scorn, the jeers, the hatred in my grandfather's eyes whenever he'd see me on a street corner. But the day-to-day details are now just a blur. I was smart, even then. I knew who to watch out for, who to trust. And I loved books. I lost myself in the volumes of text a very kind woman loaned me. I had flashes of foresight when I hit puberty, and it helped reinforce the notion that education would be my key to escape.”

“What about your dad?”

“My father never knew he'd gotten my mother pregnant. My grandfather made her stop seeing him. The Hayashi family turned my dad away whenever he'd visit, until he stopped trying to see her and was transferred back to the States. Not until years later, when his mother told him to look, did he find me. My grandmother had visions, same as I do. I get the psychic crap from my dad's side of the family.”

Morgan ran his hand over Kisho's chest, marveling at the inner strength there. “Your abilities from your father, your name from your mother?”

“I kept Hayashi just to piss off my grandfather, so he couldn't pretend I didn't exist.” Kisho sighed. “My dad was a good man. He'd have taken me with him if he'd known about me. It always hurt him that I'd spent my childhood on the streets. Paul Leads was a Master Chief in the U.S. Navy, a fair man, but one that didn't tolerate failure or differences well.”