From Magic So Green

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In his office, Duncan sensed a building pleasure elsewhere in the house. Ah, Keira and Val. He smiled to himself. It was good that those two were reinforcing the bond between them with physical intimacy. As close to broken as Val was, he needed to get used to the knowledge that he could access comfort and support from Duncan or Keira at any time. Sex fostered an ease in touching.

Duncan leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes. He opened all his senses, and allowed himself to “eavesdrop” on the pleasures the other two were sharing. It was tempting to get up and go watch, but he suspected that Val might be uneasy with that.

He shifted in his chair, uncomfortable, his body responding to the dual arousal of his bond-mates. Damn, he hadn’t anticipated that having both of them, involved with each other, was going to have a certain level of over bleed. Duncan’s original intention had been only to observe, metaphorically anyway, but now he was rapidly becoming aware that he had very little control over his physical response. He groaned and squirmed in the seat, muttering eight different expletives under his breath. He was so hard it ached. Trying to focus on a shred of logic, he confirmed that the blinds were drawn over the windows and the fact the office door was shut, if not locked. Duncan pushed back from the desk and unbuckled his belt. He unzipped his fly and lifted his hips enough to shove his slacks and briefs down a bit. Fuck, he was so aroused he was leaking copiously, soaking a spot in the front of his briefs.

Elsewhere, Val and Keira were taking it up another notch, Duncan could feel tension and pleasure and exploration all wound together. He stroked himself, groaning at his own touch. His pulse was climbing and he gave in to what his body wanted, jacking himself with hard fast motions. Oh lord, it felt so amazingly good. His balls tightened and come spurted against his belly, and the edge of his shirt as he gasped. Ride the tiger or it rides you. Spent, he sagged back in the chair and groped for a tissue box that sat on the window sill. What an unexpected side effect.

Self help, yeah that kind.

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