My Ladder to the Stars

"Angel..." Ezra says with more patience than his soldier boy. "I understand your fear. Nature has provided humanity with a spectrum of genitalia almost as unique to a person as the fingerprint. And you're worried that we may not be attracted to this hidden and unique realm of your body." He cups your mound with his hand. "But we already are attracted to it, because it is a part of -you-."

"That doesn't make any sense! How do you know if you haven't seen it yet?"

Frankie shakes his head, frustrated but smiling. "Because we just know! We know it's gonna be good!"

You cross your arms, unconvinced.

"What he's trying to say is that we have faith, alright, angel?" He moves his hand from your mound to your cheek. "We've tasted your mouth." He kisses you, licking your tongue. "We've tasted your skin." He sucks your neck. "We've smelled your scent and your sweat." He scoots back a little so he can press his nose into your armpit.

You laugh and cover your mouth, embarrassed. "Oh my god, Ezra," you bemoan as your cheeks burn.

"It's not bad," says Frankie. "It's just... you."

"Mmhmm," Ezra hums into your neck. "That's pheromones. Our bodies are attracted to each other. They have found a sense of familiarity within the other. We are simply asking for your mind to trust what your body already knows."

"My body already knows?"

He looks deep into your eyes. "Yes, angel. Your body has already drawn us in, seduced our senses and the like. Now, Frankie and I already trust what our bodies are telling us."

"Look at me, sweetheart." Says Frankie, palming the erection in his jeans. "I don't get hard for just anybody."

You roll your eyes. "But guys... guys get erections all the time. You wake up with an erection. The slightest touch can get you hard."

Ezra smirks at you. "There are times when the human body will have simple... reactions to certain stimuli, yes. But this, right here and right now between the three of us, is not one of those times." He grabs your hand and puts it against his hardness. "This is for you, angel. All of it."

Your eyes go hazy, feeling how thick his cock is beneath his sweatpants. Warmth pools between your legs.

"There--right there," he says pointing at you.

"What?"

"Your jaw went slack and now you're biting your lip."

with your other hand, you touch your cheek. "It did?"

"What's your body telling you when it does that? What do you think it's trying to communicate? Tell me. Is there also a build up of saliva on your tongue?"

You fingers graze your lips. "Maybe."

"She's hungry," says Frankie with a laugh.

"That's right, angel. And tell me. How did it feel when you sucked my dick before? When you first had a taste? Was that all you wanted? Just a lick of my meaty flesh? Or did you want more? Did you want all of its weight in your mouth, pressing down on your tongue?"

You were lost in a trance remembering the first time you sucked Ezra off. "I wanted more."

Ezra grinned. "That's right, angel. And that's what we're asking of you today. To satisfy our desires to continue to taste and consume you. We hunger for you the way you hungered for us." His hand finds its way back onto your mound, fingers pressing into your cleft through the fabric of your shorts. "Allow us to devour your fruit, angel." He bites and tongues your neck. "And drink down its sweetness."

Frankie kisses his way up your inner thigh. "Please," he says pitifully. "Please," he repeats.

Ezra tugs on your shorts, pulling the fabric taut between your lower lips. Your breaths are short and high in your chest. "Look at him begging like a hungry dog."

Frankie rubs his nose against the thin fabric wedged between your pussy. Then he sticks out his tongue and strokes the same spot up and down. All while his big, sad eyes are staring up at you.

Ezra tugs the fabric again, making you squirm. "He needs it, angel."

Frankie nods.

"Look how desperate he is," Ezra whispers. "Give him a taste."

"Please," Frankie repeats. His tongue wets the fabric of your shorts.

"O-okay," you answer, too hot and bothered to wanna wear any clothes at all anymore anyway. You reach down to your waistband and lift your hips. You pull your shorts down to your thighs, feeling vulnerable and exposed.

But Frankie doesn't waste time. He doesn't even take a second to just -look- at you. Even after all that convincing it took. He yanks your shorts off your legs and dives in mouth first, licking and sucking and tonguing you. He has one hand pressing down your hip and the other unbuttoning his jeans.

Ezra chuckles. He reaches down and runs his fingers through Frankie's curls, pushing them back and away from falling into his face. "Does that look like a man who is doing you a favor out of pity? Or does it look like a man who aches in soul to get his mouth on you?"

Your eyes are half open, you can barely respond through the overwhelming sensations of Frankie's agile tongue on your hole and clit. He's moaning down there, too, and you can feel the vibrations of his vocal chords. "Well... he don't look unhappy."

Ezra laughs. "No. No, he sure don't." He starts toying with your nipple through your shirt. "I may have to kick him off of you, if I'm ever gonna get a taste for myself."

"Okay" you respond, surrendered in pleasure.

Ezra hums in amusement. "I told you, angel. We had faith. And now he's got faith dripping all down his neck." He presses his tongue hard down your neck and pulls your shirt up over your chest. He squeezes your left breast and sucks on your nipple, dreaming of the day when nectar pours from this part of you too. Because he wants all of you. He and Frankie both. He just knows it.