The Three of Us
Ivo licked his lips. "I thought you were attached to being in control."
At least that was what he always told Ivo. He made a point to tell him just how forward he looked to fucking him. And whenever Ivo suggested that it was going to be the other way around between them, Vice just laughed him off.
He got the impression that he shouldn't have taken him at his word.
The rush of Davi's low chuckled tickled his ear -- he hadn't moved during the conversation, and his touch on Vice's chest had grown more intimate.
"He likes the chase. He likes telling people they can't have something and then watch them fight him for it anyway."
Vice's starlit eyes gleamed, a match to his broad smile. "Except I fight dirty. I never make it easy for them."
Davi laughed again. "Don't I know that, baby?"