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“I certainly hope not,” Montgomery stood in the doorway of the armory, dressed down to his undershirt and slacks, and his voice gravelly with the edges of sleep. His hair a disheveled mess from sleeping on his arm at his desk. “But I’m bad people Eoin and I don’t know how else to show you that I care.”
He stepped away from the door watching the younger man’s turned back, the way his eyes looked down toward the ground. He reminded Monty of the pup he called him, tail between his legs even though it wanted to wag. The very image brought a soft smile to Montgomery’s face and he stepped in beside Eoin very careful to keep his hands to himself.
“All I’ve got is money and a whole lot of baggage, the kind that gets people killed or the very least maimed. It’s why Lenna has so many dresses, they make her happy and I like seeing her happy.” Monty placed his hands flat to the table, staring down at the extra parts laid out in front of him.
“I can’t keep you safe from our work Eoin, you’re my last defense, but I can make you happy. Houses, cars and guns.” The last is punctuated with a soft laugh, Monty’s fingers idely rolling a shotgun round against the table. His head still ached and his body was stiff, shoulders tense as he slipped into a pause.
The silence was slightly edged, still so many things just lurking in it, waiting to be said, or not said.
"guns definitely make me happy," he broke the silence, placing his hand over Monty's to still it. the contact sent jolts up his arm to the warmth that was slowly starting to spread over him.
"If I didn't want to be your last defense, I wouldn't." Everyone knew how fiercely loyal he was, loyal to a fault. "I'm not asking for fuckin flowers or some romantic bromance or anything." He took in the sight of his boss at that moment. Man did he ever look like shit. Eoin wondered if perhaps he was responsible for some of that.
"After fifteen years, ya'd think we'd know how to fucking talk about shit..."
His hand stilled under Eoin’s the round between his fingers and pressed into his skin. The touch left Monty feeling uncertain and he looked to Eoin with a questioning expression.
“I know how to talk about shit Eoin,” Monty slipped his hand out from under Eoin’s and held up the round between them. “Normally it’s at the end of one of these though, even when I’m talking about love.” Monty turned so his hip touched the high table and his shoulders squared with Eoin.
“The guns not a proclamation of love though, it’s an apology Eoin. What I did wasn’t terribly fair, I know better than to push like that.” Monty lowered his hand setting the round down a little hard, the metal and plastic clicking loudly against the table. “I’ve seen you staring for years Eoin, and I know a lusty stare when I see one. Thing is I’ve wanted you close for a long time, but I never indented for our first sexual encounter to be a botched mess stemmed from miscommunication.”
Montgomery closed his eyes the headache throbbing against the back of his head dully. “I should have done it right and asked.”
Eoin digested the words and actions, mentally filing them in a place where he could mull over them at some other time.
"I didn't want you to ask, " he mumbled, "Greedy stare's aside I wasn't ready to accept what I wanted... want." He ran a hand through his hair, tangling in to the mess of it's length.
"I don't just want to be another conquered notch on your belt." Eoin turned so his back was at the table, "which is why I lost my cool I was fucking scared at what the next step meant. Cause it fucking changes our whole dynamic. You coulda been talking shop at that point and I woulda lost my cool anyways." As he spoke he pulled out a bottle of T4's and handed it to Ambrose, subconsciously noticing the thin lines between his brows.
Montgomery took the bottle with a half quirk to his lips, his pup must have been in just as much of a state as him to be carrying around medication. “Are you implying I’m promiscuous Eoin?” Monty turned the cap, shaking out a pill into his palm. “For the record I’m polyamorous, big difference, and second you are no notch in my belt.” Monty shook his head, grimacing at the mistaken gesture when his skull felt a little too small for his brain.
“Come,” he pushed from the table walking toward the armory door. “You can take that with you if you like pup, or leave it be. I need some water.”
Taking a long lusty glance at his new baby perched on the table, Eoin followed Monty in to his office. when the cup settled on the desk, but before Monty could turn back to him, Eoin stepped closer to him pressing chest to back, his hands moving from wrist to shoulders, strong pressure kneading in to the taut muscles.
"I like the piece of artillery you got for me... and accept the apology." He spoke quietly in to Monty's ear, his breath a whisper on the skin. His fingers dug in to all the places where he felt knots of tension.
"I didn't get you anything to apologize with..."
Snow grinned at the two ahead before she turned to Artemis and handed zyr, her precious laptop.
"Once I've plugged in the port drive it should immediately let you in to their servers. find the financial's and we'll be set. I'm sure you'll be able to handle my software."
snow bit her lip, she didn't much like leaving her laptop with anyone but, she contended, the view of Matthew's backside would more than make up for it. She gave her braid a sharp tug before she joined the other two.
"So, we are going to leave Artemis at the rendezvous point and you two are going to get me in to the building. She going to be on my open comm the entire time so things don't get too crazy, plus if we need a fast out there is an entire map of this compound right on my desktop." she placed her hand to her ear for a sound check, "Arty.. can you hear me?" she adjusted the mic in her belt, made sure she had the port drive and her gun where she could get at them.
Monty lead them to his panic room, dubbed the second office within his office. A room he liked to hide away in when work got particularly demanding. Monty liked to claim he needed to get something out of the investment of a panic room, as he hadn’t had a reason to use it yet and it was taking up space.
Throwing back the pill with some water and slight tip of his head, Monty went stalk still at Eoin’s strong touch. The man’s fingers working into his shoulders and pushing out tension. It felt good, comfortable and Montgomery wanted to welcome it except his chest went tight.
“Stop.” The order was as soft as he could make it, while keeping it firm. Monty stepped out of the cradle of Eoin’s warm body turning enough to look the man in the face and read him.
“You said you loved me in the armory there, which is sweet pup.” Monty let the pet name side in, he rarely used it in front of Eoin. “But before you go mixing signals, before I let you let me do something you’ll beat yourself up over.” Monty’s eyes flicked down Eoin’s front to between his legs, tongue licking out along his lips remembering how he’d knelt for him before. Warmth beginning to sizzle under his skin.
“I need you to know what it is you want. Tell me Eoin, how far does that love go. Do you want to be my last defense, my lieutenant at my side or do you want to get in bed with me. Lovers and everything that goes along with it.” Monty stood his ground with the statement, stepping back a small step to give Eoin room.
No more pussy footing the issue now. Time to come clean to the man. Monty was giving him ample time to decide.
"Both, " his voice cracked as he spoke. The decision made, finally. Lenna had said that it was alright to feel okay with this. She was right, he already felt lighter, "I want it all."
There was no fear in his declaration nor in his gaze as it raked over Monty, devouring him. Recalling events just a few days prior his cock twitched and this time time he wasn't ashamed of it.
"I want to be your last defense, your lieutenant at your side AND lovers.... with all that entails."
“Oh pup,” Monty felt something lift at the confession, and closed the space between them. A hand reaching out to cup along Eoin’s neck, his thumb stroking along his jaw, as he slanted his lips across Eoin’s. The touch was as warm as the day before, but felt infinitely better with real permission.
“Come here,” Monty’s other hand grabs at Eoin’s shirt tugging the younger man against him as he guides them both backward toward the single couch in the office. When the back of his legs touch the couch Monty turn them sharply forcing Eoin down onto the couch under him. His legs going to straddle Eoin’s.
Muscles bunching, Eoin grasped Monty as the couch took the weight of the two men. No longer in control of what was going on, Eoin let Monty guide him. His mouth greedily slid over Monty's, tasting, biting, gnawing. Hands trailed up his back lifting the undershirt with them.
Eoin was everywhere, nipping Monty's chin, neck, collarbone, back to his mouth. Now that the decision had been made he couldn't seem to decide on where to start and therefore tried to be everywhere. Warm hands running under the front of the shirt, grabbing and kneading the smaller man.
Finally, he let his hands fall to the loops on Monty's slacks and pulled him closer to his burning body, letting him feel exactly how much he wanted this right now.
With the perfect dress and the perfectly curled hair, Lenna could say with confidence that she'd outshone any other person in the vicinity, female or otherwise. At her side was the man who had been leading her for the past fifteen years and likely fifteen more if he kept being so damn affectionate.
"And you're going to have the privilege of taking it off too," she smirked.
She returned his kiss with one of her own on his opposite cheek, letting her fingers linger as Monty's own teased the hem of her dress. She very nearly cursed the fact that she had worn such a long dress. I have such long legs and I'm here with fabric nearly to my knees. What kind of life am I living?
When Eoin approached the table she switched her gaze to him, shooting a warm smile as he took his place at Montgomery's right. He was indeed the boss's right hand, but now he could do more than sit stiffly whenever there was a meeting. Lenna knew that the pup wasn't very affectionate, but she assumed that he would at least comfortable with the occasional brush or stroke that Monty liked to do.
"I guess she's trying to be fashionably late like all up and coming gang leaders."
Eoin’s eager touches were rushed, his hands unable to find a single place to rest until they hooked in the loops of Monty’s pants, finally stilling and tugging Monty into his broad chest. The kisses were even better, Montgomery pressed a hand into Eoin’s chest for balance and savored the way Eoin’s lips kissed and his teeth nipped along his chin, jaw and collar. Each touch of lips or skim of teeth a tiny relief that sent welcome chills through Montgomery, leaving the older mans lips as tiny moans of pleasure, soft and under Montgomery’s breath.
“Eoin,” he said his pup’s name as a whisper, leaning into his lieutenant fingers splaying, hand sliding upward. His palm pressing to Eoin’s sternum a hair away from going for the man’s throat.
Montgomery dodged Eoin’s mouth the next moment, tucking his face into the crook of his neck breathing in the smell he’d missed. Even if they had never been together Eoin’s scent was everywhere, his room, his sheets from where his pup slept while he worked or the throw blanket over the back of his couch.
Montgomery opened his mouth against Eoin’s neck tongue licking a hot, wet line along the jumping pulse. “Calm down pup, I’m not going anywhere.” He breathed hotly, teeth biting salty skin the flesh giving against the press of his teeth. It wouldn’t leave a mark, but Eoin would feel it under his skin.
Eoin's lips parted as his head craned back to give Monty permission to take more. A groan escaping his throat as he felt teeth in flesh. Sliding his hand along the ridged bumps of Monty's spine he moved to tangle and fist his hand in to Monty's hair right at the scruff allowing Eoin to pull back, effectively tipping the other man's head so Eoin could taste him again. Eagerly, and with a growl he tonged him, without granting respite until Eoin paused long enough to gulp down some air.
"F-fuck." he adjusted slightly, the pressure between his legs against the jeans uncomfortable. He grasped the hem of his shirt and drew the fabric up and over his head. His body muscular, free of an unwanted hair and at that moment, hot with desire. Every nerve tingled with anticipation. Eoin moistened his lips again, a slight flick of the tongue before he pulled Ambrose against him once more. His stomach long before now, bottomed out and every new sensation, every new touch caused his breath to hitch, and his heart to skip a beat.
His head swam, the scent of Monty cloying in his nostrils as he breathed him in. A heady scent of desire mixed with the pungent scent of sweat. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his face flushed with pleasure as he rolled his hips against Monty, a small breathless gasp accompanying the gesture. He leaned back to watch the man atop him, gaze practically begging for more.
Kersty shoved his phone into his pocket and threw open his bedroom door. He didn’t hesitated to pop his head into the office next door finding Montgomery sitting at his desk. “Taking the kids out Boss,” he said holding his hand up to make dual finger pistols at Montgomery, cheesy click sounds included.
Montgomery rolled his eyes, hand coming up to cover his eyes as he felt a building groan settling in his chest. “Don’t drug them, don’t kill anyone, don’t get anyone killed and for the love of god don’t do that.” Montgomery made a general waving motion at all of Kersty, making the gent guffaw as ze left the room.
Kersty shot up the spiral staircase to the first floor, then up to the second where he went to Matthew’s door. Kersty’s knuckles rasped against the plain door loudly. “Kay shark week get you twink ass ready we’re going out. Hup hup!” Ze barked at the closed door, throwing himself seconds later to the next spiral staircase walking to the top where he began to shout.
“Fucking Snowball you ready to get some action?”
Montgomery lit up at the bold promise his fingers sliding along the edge Lenna’s dress, over the top curve of her thigh and down the outer side before pulling away. He was a letch, but he wasn’t a chauvinistic pig with no respect for Lenna he would never disrespect her person by getting overly handsy in a way she did not condone. He knew she was certainly a bold woman, there was a time and place though and a meeting with Tally was not it.
“We do like to put on a show,” He replied warmly, gesturing to the table and empty seats. “Going to sit Pup?” He loved the way the pet name left his lips, it had been a pleasure he kept hidden all these years never using it unless in secret speaking with Lenna. Saying aloud gave Montgomery a soft tingle, reminding him of last night.
Artemis took the laptop with careful hands. Snow’s attachment to it was clear as day. Nothing would happen to it. Ze was nowhere near as skilled as Snow, ze could easily navigate through a piece of a software. “I’m sure I won’t have any problems,” he said with a smile. It really would be a shame if ze found evidence of thievery. It had been good, easy business; the kind that she preferred. Ze hoped that this would lead to clear trail for some answers.
As he joined the others, ze was immediately surveying what he could see of the compound. It felt like a relief to see it was relatively small building. The compound looked clear with no one on the premises. There was no doubt that the three would be able to get in and out without having to shoot anyone. The plan sounded solid. There was less of a chance of being caught if ze was out of sight.
Artemis touched her fingers to the ear piece when it crackled alive. “I can hear you loud and clear.” Communication between them was going to be key, especially if anything went wrong. The weight of his gun and knife were almost comforting. "Let's get this over with." The sooner they were in and out the better.
Snow shook her head a moment as she heard Kersty bellow out. Leaning in towards the mirror she finished drawing the line of kohl under her eyes. she turned to the left, the to the right admiring her dress that cost her over a month's worth of salary. As a fringe member she didn't get paid all that much, at least the rent was free.
Grabbing up her clutch that held her necessary phone, snort bottle and a wad of cash, she headed out the door pausing as she passed the threshold. Biting the inside of her cheek she looked at the satchel casually draped over the chair, it held her precious computer. She had a wrenching feeling in her gut, and an indecisive moment. Should she leave it here? After several moments of apprehension she grabbed the strap and went to the closet where her personal safe was.
She placed the equipment in the box, ran her hands over it gently and with a gut wrench, closed the safe door. Pivoting on her heel she rushed from the room and down the spiral steps to the main floor.
"alright, I'm ready and sure as hell not driving. I plan to be very out of it for the rest of the evening." She adjusted the dress giving it a tug to make sure nothing that shouldn't be showing was tucked in nicely.
Offering his arm to Tally, Adeon grinned, "Looking as lovely as ever." He always thought this was the best part of his job. His good looks and jovial manner, not to mention long history with Tally, always seemed to land him on the arm of the very beautiful Tally Huntington.
Tonight he wore his Armani suit with his hair appropriately styled, mussed up with a strong hold gel. He had even taken the time to shave and splash on his olde spice aftershave.
He led them in to the restaurant and was instantly glad he had insisted on joining Tally. she would have been completely outnumbered.
"You still think this is a good idea?" He leaned in close, speaking near her ear, smiling as a gentleman should, "Seems to me like Eoin is setting a trap to lure you here." Of course, they both knew that was exactly what this was. A distraction to keep them all occupied while Monty's minions tried to find proof that Tally was skimming off the top.
Montgomery lost his control for a moment, Eoin grabbing him by the hair so tightly, tugging at his head until he pulled back. Mouth releasing the warm flesh between his teeth wetly. The sensation struck a white hot pang straight through him, from the fingers yanking at dark hair down to his cock pressed between their bodies.
Eoin ravished his mouth, the same desperation as before still there regardless that Montgomery wasn’t leaving. So when Eoin finally tugged off his own shirt exposing his smooth chest void of unwanted hair, Montgomery took his moment of relief. He sucked in a shuddering breath to steel his resolve.
The floodgates were opened, permission a solid tether between them, and Eoin wanted it all. His hands and mouth everywhere at once and never lingering. It was enduring, sweet and if they had time Montgomery would have let his eager pup have him just the way he wanted, climbing over him to explore.
They didn’t have time though and Montgomery knew better. Sure he had pined for the young man, but he had the benefit of never denying himself the pleasure of admitting he wanted Eoin. His pup had denied and hidden, and he had no practice.
Montgomery pressed his palm flat to Eoin’s chest, fingers splayed wide and pressed his weight into the body beneath him. “Pup,” he said with a stern voice, strong and demanding of Eoin’s attention. “Relax and allow me.” Montgomery ran his other hand over Eoin’s abs, through the sheen of sweat on his skin and smiled above him.
“We don’t have a lot of time, but allow me this pleasure.” Montgomery bent his fingers until his nails dug dully into Eoin’s skin, raking four thin red lines into his skin from the lower sternum down to the treasure trail peeking from his jeans sitting low on his hips.
Montgomery lowered himself down then pressing a kiss to Eoin’s chest. “Put that hand back were it was,” he added, scalp tingling imagining the harsh tug of Eoin’s fist in his hair.
He licked his way down Eoin’s chest, over his trembling stomach to hollow of one hip. His hands following suit while leaving nice nail marks, before reaching for the button Eoin’s jeans the coppery metal easily slipping open. The folds of fabric parting at Montgomery's insistent hands expose exactly what he wanted to see.
Tally hooked her arm through Adeon’s holding him close to her side, smiling to the hostess as they passed into the bowels of the restaurant. The young woman gave them a sweet smile, lips the shape of a tiny heart painted deep red. Tally returned the smile with one of her own and rested her head against Adeon’s shoulder as he spoke.
“It is never a good idea to cross Montgomery love,” she whispered back to him, squeezing the arm between hers. “It’s the best we can do on such short notice though. If Montgomery intends to move then we follow his lead and dance.” She forced them to pause before reaching the table, slipping her arm free to step in front of Adeon.
Her second in command was a handsome man, tidy and neat with a disarming smile that left her breathless. There were very few people Tally had ever fallen in love with, Adeon had been one of them. She loved his strength, his resolve, but most of all she adored his loyalty to her. Like Montgomery with Eoin, Tally had Adeon.
She adjusted Adeon’s collar, taking a greedy moment to brush her knuckles along his jaw. “If this goes south promise me you have a plan.” She murmured for only him to hear.
Eoin turn to Monty, curling his lip back in a pleased grin. He pulled the chair back from the table and settled in the seat, hand brushing slightly against Monty's leg. Boldly he winked at the man before he sat back in his chair.
He liked the fact that Monty ordered for him, picking out a meal was a headache he didn't want to contend with, especially since the menu was in french. He'd probably end up ordering the entire chicken side of the menu by accident.
Gazing up across the table to the right he immediately recognized the red hair of Tally and her arm candy, Adeon. "Glad you could join us!" he raised his voice a little loud to get their at attention.
Adeon rested his hands on Tally's hips as Eoin spoke, leaning in to kiss her neck just below her ear.
"If things go south, we could always have the kitchen make something special and nab us a bargaining chip." he whispered to her before allowing her to turn to the guests already seated
"Eoin, Lenna." he paused to pull out the chair for Tally, "Montgomery." he flashed the man his winning smile.
"Don't we all look debonair tonight? Especially you Montgomery, you have this... glow about you." his eyes cut to Eoin briefly, "You all do, Celebrating?"
Eoin scoffed, "Needing a well deserved night out." He strategically placed the books on the table, right near Tally's elbow, "perhaps a little business before dinner arrives?" He didn't like Adeon. The man was always smiling, Eoin wondered if he did that while pressing a gun to someone's head. creepy.
As if to prove Eoin's suspicions Adeon grinned, "I'll order the wine."
Eoin whimpered slightly as Monty's hand splayed over his chest. His body yearning to have him pressed close. He quivered as hands slowly ran over his abs, lips caught in teeth as Monty's mouth pressed to his chest.
He reached up, grasped Monty's hair once more, digging his fingers in to a fist. Eoin growled out as nails left long trails of red over his abs, grasping tighter on to Monty's head as the made their way down.
As soon as the fabric gave way, he sprang free, member large and engorged with lust. Breath quickened as he looked down at his throbbing manhood, standing proud, twitching with anticipation.
His bicep bulged as he resisted the urge to push Ambrose to his lap, forcing him to take his thickness down his throat. He let out a little strangled cry as he held back. As much as he wanted to delve right in, he wanted Monty to fawn and praise over his prominent cock even more.
The subtle touches and the not-so-subtle brushes were proof that the three of them were all on the same page, all concentrated on fulfilling each other's emotional needs and keeping each other safe as far as the meeting went. Truthfully, Lenna hadn't been given the dirty details about the night before (nor had she planned on asking for them) but whatever took place assured Lenna that her "lecture-them-to-confess" method of counseling still held true.
In the distance Tally and Adeon, her second-in-command, approached the table with an almost criminal elegance as though she wasn't aware that she was late. Eoin boldly greeted them as Adeon pulled a chair out for Tally (He's quite the gentleman isn't he?), allowing Lenna time to think as well as answer the two.
"A good day's work deserves a celebration wouldn't you agree?" she asked.
The African-American woman discreetly checked her phone, but no news of Huntington had come in aside from heading to the restaurant (already known) and the informant who ratted on Kersty was yet to be identified by face. Jen was lagging, but just this once Lenna might forgive her. They had Tally here while the others were scoping out her estate and hopefully getting work done so she merely needed to play the part of the alluring, vaguely suspicious arm candy of one Ambrose Montgomery.
"Should we order wine already Adeon?" she asked with a smirk, "we've barely gotten to the books."
Montgomery smiled up at Adeon, the slight curve of his lips a bitter looking line across his face, his eyes held no happiness seeing Adeon in front of him or the way he handled Tally. Of all of Montgomery’s lovers Tally was the only one that never agreed to Montgomery’s policies. She willingly held relationships with people beyond Montgomery’s control or knowledge. She was independent of him, not reliant of his love and affection, uncaring whether Montgomery simmered in his jealousy. Adeon was a thorn in his side, he was Tally’s true love, partner in almost every way that Montgomery never was and would never be allowed to be. He hated the man for it.
“Oh Lenna love, I think wine would be wonderful. Get something classy, a nice cabernet sauvignon if you wouldn’t mind. Eoin and I are having a stake.” Montgomery settled back in his seat and watched Adeon guide Tally to her seat. She sat down with a soft knowing smile, she knew the tension the men shared and she loved to watch it play out.
“A cabernet sauvignon would be delicious, something from Beaulieu Vineyard if they have it Adeon.” Tally reached a hand up and gripped Adeon’s arm at the elbow. “Go to the kitchen and make sure it’s an unopened bottle. I want something fresh.”
Montgomery nodded his agreement, looking over to the books on the table. Tally waved off her second and also looked to the books. “I see you came prepared,” she noted taking one of the books off the top and flipping it open. “If it is business you want to talk then let’s get to it. What exactly are you so concerned with Eoin, which shipment has your numbers mixed up?” She flipped through the pages toward the back of the book, eyes skimming over each page with a disinterested and unconcerned look on her face.
Kersty clicked his tongue against the back of his teeth resting his weight against Matthew. “Kid them two been fucking since the dawn of time. Thing is about romances like theirs they’re never healthy or some fucked up bullshit.” He scratched a hand through the kid’s hair. “Them two can’t possibly be sane people doing the work we do, just imagine that between the god damn sheets. I bet she wrecks that dick and leaves him crying into the sheets.” Kersty chuckled to himself and pushed off Matthew, shoving the kid in front of him with his hair in Matthew’s hair.
“The fucker is sleeping with us both Matty, how much of a mental case is Monty dating shark week and serial killer magoo!” Kersty looked over to his side at Snow. “Think it’s a good idea to leave one of us alone? I mean this place looks fucking dead, but you never know who is going to show up.”
Kersty flicked his eyes over his shoulder at Artemis and pursed his lips together. “I know Arty is a good shot, I trust the white bombshell, but that leaves one of us to patrol around alone. You okay with that beautiful?” Kersty hooked his hands into his pockets, leaving the implicit questions of ‘you okay going alone for a tiny bit’ lingering in the air, because he knew she knew that Matthew was going to be at hip the entire time.
Monty presses a kiss into the hollow of Eoin’s hip, tipping his head to the side, cheek pressed to skin, and hissed pleasantly at the way Eoin tugged his hair. The cock in front of him was hard, thick and dark with blood colouring the cut head, the gland glistening with come. Montgomery groaned happily closing his eyes briefly to savor the warmth of Eoin’s skin against his own.
“God look at you,” he breathed to himself. Fingers trailing down to brush finger tips over the wet head smearing the bit of come gathered there around the head of the gland. The texture was silky smooth, Eoin’s cock throbbing under the gentle caress of his fingers. A mere few seconds later Montgomery presses his lips to Eoin’s cock, tip of his tongue licking out over the pink surface to taste the salty and bitter come on the skin.
“Fuck,” Montgomery’s lips parted the head of Eoin’s cock slipping into his mouth until the underside of the glan rubbed against the flat of Monty’s tongue. The older man barely contained a deep throaty groan, the taste heady, but the weight of thick cock against his tongue made his head feel warm and his body relax.
Having Eoin under him, inside his mouth, filled Montgomery with a warm trusting feeling in his chest. A tightness that constricted his heart, made it thud hard inside his chest releasing a wave of cool sensation that flooded through him leaving him breathless.
Montgomery pressed a hand to Eoin’s side his nails scratching lightly, palm occasionally patting, to encourage his lieutenant. Giving the man under him silent permission to move and press into him slowly.