O'Grady took something from his pocket then shrugged off the robe entirely. He held out his hand to Dylan, offering him the foil-wrapped packet he'd retrieved.
"Put it on me."
Dylan took the package and used his teeth to open it, just as he would for himself. He hesitated for only an instant before pressing the latex over the glistening head of the other man's cock and rolling it on. O'Grady felt as hard as iron, hot to the touch. He grunted as Dylan's fingers lingered, making sure the condom was fully deployed. Before Dylan could pull away, O'Grady's hand wrapped around his so they both held his condom-covered shaft. He bent his head to Dylan's and took his mouth, tongue thrusting inside. His kiss wasn't like a woman's at all. It was hard and soft at the same time, as passionate as Khariss's, if not as loving. But Dylan didn't need that from this man. He closed his eyes and enjoyed his first kiss from a male lover.
O'Grady pulled back, his breathing a little ragged, but still far more controlled than Dylan's.
"I'd love to see what your mouth would feel like doing cock." He released Dylan then urged him to face the wall beside the massive mirror. "Brace yourself," he murmured in Dylan's ear, guiding his hands into position against the wall. Dylan gasped and flinched slightly as O'Grady leaned into him, the slight coolness of the condom over his cock feeling alien as his erection settled between Dylan's thighs.
"Perfect fit," he muttered in Dylan's ear. Dylan wasn't listening, though, because O'Grady's arms were around his waist, one hand fisting his cock, the other tugging his balls almost roughly in counterpoint. Oh, fuck, Dylan thought. No woman had ever handled him like this. But a man knew exactly how much force he could take. Helplessly, his hips began to thrust with O'Grady's rhythm.
"No, no, no. No moving, Dylan. You're a long way from coming."
Dylan startled when O'Grady raised his voice, only belatedly understanding who he really addressed when he said, "Darling, get the black jar out of the nightstand. No, the other one. That's it. Now bring it and your sweet self here."
Dylan watched under his lashes as Khariss left the bed and walked toward them with long-legged grace. She held out the requested jar and O'Grady released Dylan's sac to take it. When Khariss started to return to the bed, O'Grady said, "Hold on, darling. I'm going to need a hand here." He tilted Dylan's cock suggestively. Without instruction, Khariss went to her knees and eased between Dylan and the wall, balancing herself against his thighs. He felt her panting, excited breaths ruffling the dark pubic hair around his cock and bit his lip. What were they doing to him?
O'Grady leaned close enough to scruff the beginnings of his returning beard against Dylan's neck, gaining his immediate attention. "Turn your head the other way," he instructed. "Watch the mirror."