Mylo quietly sits up, folding his knees to his chest.
Royce climbs over the table from Mylo's back. While Ryker climbs over from the front. Both of them take off their towels before seating with Mylo.
Mylo doesn't know where to fix his eyes. He couldn't stare for too long at how well- proportioned their physique is.
He couldn't explain how pleasing their hot striking body looks. He doesn't dare let his eyes look down on the Alpha's manhood.
Even though it was in his peripheral vision.
Ryker gently placed his hands on Mylo's knees, spreading them, his fingers trailing under his knees as he stretched Mylo legs, wrapping them around his waist.
Mylo looks nowhere else, his eyes searching for something unspoken in Ryker's eyes.
Royce pours the massage oil on Mylo's body, smearing it all over his chest as he pulls closer to Mylo, his twitching cock pressing against his lower back.
Mylo bawled his fist as something so big and heavy was being pressed against him so strongly.
