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rim. It was exactly what he wanted.
    A Christmas fucking miracle.
    That might have been out loud, too, but
Alexei stopped the stupid shit from pouring from his mouth by capturing it in a
kiss. Mike hadn’t even realized Alexei had let go of Mike’s ass until his hands
wrapped around his jaw and cheeks and held him steady as Erik’s thrusts picked up
speed and force.
    Mike kissed Alexei back, furiously,
incapable of stopping the noises being forced up from his chest with every
thrust. His body slid over Alexei’s, sweat easing the friction between them, his
cock gliding along the crease between Alexei’s hip and thigh, otherwise forgotten.
Which was for the best, since it would take almost nothing to set him off.
    Alexei tore his mouth away. “Spread your
legs further,” he coaxed, and Mike obeyed, his feet skittering across the floor.
Alexei’s hand pressed to his back. “Tilt your ass higher.”
    Mike did that, too, and howled as the full
power of Erik’s thrust nailed the head of his cock against Mike’s prostate like
a pile-driver.
     
     
    “Harder, Erik,” Alexei barked, his ears
ringing from Mike’s cries.
    Erik listened. Alexei wasn’t sure whose
demands Erik was responding to, but it got the job done.
    Soon Mike was panting against Alexei’s
neck, his fingers bruising Alexei’s arms, his vocabulary honed down to just one
word. Over and over.
    “Please.”
    Alexei wanted to give his boy what he
wanted, but he thought Mike would like it even better, enjoy it even more, if
he waited just a little longer.
    Also, Alexei was fucking dying to come,
too. He raised his feet and planted his heels on the edge of the table,
clamping Mike’s ribs in his thighs and rolling his hips up to thrust his cock
against Mike’s trembling abs.
    Alexei’s hips jerked harder, faster, but it
wasn’t fucking enough. He thrust so hard his ass lifted off the table, the
muscles in his thighs burning, and that was better. More friction, and Erik’s ever-more-powerful
thrusts moving them both.
    Heat pooled at the base of his spine,
tightening the muscles in his ass and thighs, which shook as he continued to
thrust. He was about to reach down with one hand when Mike beat him too it,
shoving his arm between them and curling his fingers around Alexei’s aching
cock.
    Alexei came with a shout, his thighs
squeezing Mike as he bucked up against him and spilled onto his own belly.
Shockwaves of pleasure washed over him, whiting out his brain while Mike rocked
above him from Erik’s relentless fucking.
    Alexei collapsed back onto the table. When
he could manage to control his own limbs again, he pressed his hand low on
Mike’s back and brushed his lips against Mike’s ear. “My boy,” he whispered in
hoarse Russian, knowing that Mike would be able to translate this much without
effort. “Is this what you wanted?”
    “Yes,” he gasped.
    “Are you close?”
    Mike’s only response was to whimper.
    Alexei smiled. “Come.”
    Mike growled, his back arching as he shoved
himself back on Erik’s cock. Erik almost stumbled, grabbing Alexei’s hips and
driving forward until the three of them were slammed together. Alexei didn’t
need to hear Mike’s howls of pleasure to imagine how that felt, to be so full
and stretched so wide.
    Mike’s hands convulsed around his arms
once, then his entire body went rigid and warmth spread across Alexei’s belly.
    Erik gasped. “Alexei, please.”
    Alexei jolted, a little ashamed of himself
for forgetting about Erik. He just hadn’t been able to think about anything but Mike.
    “Yes, Erik. You, too.”
    Mike groaned when Erik continued to thrust
into him. Alexei’s head felt light just thinking about how sensitive Mike must
be. How sore.
    Erik shouted something in Swedish, too
garbled for Alexei to decipher, and curled over Mike, his shoulders bowed and
head hanging down as he shook, his hips grinding into Mike as he came.
    Alexei lay on the table, still panting, as
Mike slowly lifted his