Holly let out a desperate tiny noise; his hips moved.
“Our Holiday,” John said, and stepped forward; Ryan’s hand wrapped around his shaft, so large and full, and guided it to Holly’s mouth.
Holiday, kneeling for them both, opened up and took John’s entire supersoldier girth and length without flinching. His eyes were damp, but that was from emotion; Holiday Jones had also learned about s*x and seduction as part of that demanding curriculum, and was, in his own words, quite good at quite a lot of it. Ryan and John had several multilayered emotions around this subject, and had had several discussions regarding consent and what Holly genuinely liked versus practiced skill sets, early on and whenever necessary after that. They’d worked it out; they worked, together.
Holly relaxed into hands
