Heads he's mine, tails he's yours

Chapter Fourteen

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No one's pov

The sun hung low over the city, casting a warm orange glow that spilled through the large windows of Von's penthouse.

The shimmer of early evening light danced on the polished hardwood floors, reflecting the modernity and elegance of the space that Von had meticulously designed.

Each piece of furniture, artwork, and décor spoke of his taste—sophisticated, but not ostentatious. This was a sanctuary for him, one that encapsulated both style and power, echoing his dominant nature. Von was extremely happy his father had gifted the building to him so he made sure he spent as much as he could to make his apartment-his penthouse- look the way it did. Only he took up the last floor, that was why the larger man had a good time exploring his sexual life.

Von stood by the window, his arms crossed over his broad chest, eyes trained on the street below. The city pulsed with life; cars moved like restless rivers, and pedestrians traversed the sidewalks with purpose. He loved this vantage point, the sense of superiority it provided. From here, he could survey his domain.

But today was different. Today, there was a palpable tension in the air, a mixture of excitement and uncertainty.

In just a few moments, his Dylan would be arriving with Micheal.

A few nights back he and Dylan had spoken about Micheal and Dylan's obvious attraction and feelings for the light skin, tatted curly headed man.

He knew Dylan wouldn't mind being in a relationship with just him but he also knew the shorter man liked Micheal and did form a relationship with him first.

And despite how hard he wanted to fight it, he also took a liking to the other large man.

That night at the hotel, when he had him in full submission, when he had him on his back, on his knees begging for him..

HIM

Micheal had pleaded for him to pleasure him, to touch him, he had pleaded to let him cum.

He also remembered how Micheal looked so beautiful all panting , out of breath, he felt his not so junior him twitch at the memory of the light skin man at his mercy.

The things he would do to the other large man.

He had suggested Dylan tell Micheal about his relationship with him-Von- because he wasn't going to let Dylan go.

He would have to fight for Dylan if it got to that. He really did like Dylan and it wasn't just because he was a very good submissive.

Over the time they had to bond, he had found himself falling for the shorter dark skin man.

Dylan was literally made for him. He was like his other half.

But he also did feel a little something for Micheal, hence why he didn't mind sharing Dylan with the light skin man.

And given their history, he hoped Micheal would either agree to being a third in their relationship or he'll have to accept that his boyfriend has a boyfriend.

Von's gaze drifted, a flicker of anticipation sparking in his chest. He turned away from the window, striding through the spacious room adorned with contemporary pieces. A plush leather sofa anchored the living area, strategically positioned to enjoy the cityscape.

He glanced at the drinks he had laid out—two glasses of whiskey on the rocks waiting patiently, alongside a bottle of bubbly that was a promise of celebration—or perhaps a negotiation.