He Moved Into Their Mansion, He Chose All Three Brothers novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Dressing Room

Henry kneels in the walk-in dressing room and takes Noah in his mouth, and Maya photographs Noah leaving.

Noah woke at five, out of habit, and lay in the window bed listening to three men breathe.

Nobody had said a word about the towels.

He crept down to the kitchen in his socks and found an oven worth more than his mother's whole shop.

He baked anyway.

By seven the house smelled like cinnamon, and he went back upstairs with flour on his forearms to change for class.

The dressing room was a walk-in closet the size of his old bedroom.

It had a velvet bench, a three-way mirror and a rack of suits.

Noah stripped off his flour-dusted shirt and stood there in his jeans, looking for the clean one he had hung up.

"It's on the left," said a voice behind him. "The second hanger."

Henry stood in the doorway in a pressed white shirt, his glasses in one hand.

He closed the door behind him and turned the little brass bolt.

This lock worked.

"I'm Henry," he said. "I should have said that last night."

"I know who you are."

"I know you do." Henry set the glasses on the shelf. "I'm the one who stood at the door and watched you come, and then went and lay down and read the same page forty times."

Noah's mouth went dry.

"That's a lot of times."

"I keep track." Henry crossed the room. "I make lists. It's a habit. Do you want to know what's at the top of mine?"

"Yes."

"Your mouth, then your neck, then this."

He put two fingers against Noah's bare stomach and slid them down to the button of his jeans.

Noah's breath caught.

"Sit down," Henry said.

Noah sat on the velvet bench.

Henry knelt in front of him in his good trousers and put both hands on Noah's thighs.

"I've wanted to do this since the engagement dinner," Henry said.

"Then do it."

"Good," said Henry, and undid the button.

He unzipped Noah slowly and drew his jeans and boxers down, and Noah's cock sprang free, already stiff and flushed.

Henry looked at it for a moment.

"Hell," he said quietly. "You are beautiful."

He wrapped one hand around the base and licked a slow stripe up the underside.

Noah jerked and grabbed the edge of the bench.

Henry did it again, up and over the head, and then took the tip in his mouth and sucked.

"Oh, fuck," Noah said.

His hips came off the velvet.

Henry put a hand flat on his stomach and held him down.

He went further, taking Noah in inch by inch, his lips tight around the shaft, his tongue pressing flat underneath.

His cheeks hollowed.

He pulled back slowly, wet and loud, and sank down again.

Noah's hand found Henry's hair.

It was soft and brown and already coming loose, and Noah tangled his fingers in it and held on.

"Henry. Henry, that's so good."

Henry hummed around him.

The sound shot up Noah's spine.

He bent over Henry's head and watched his own cock slide between Henry's lips, shiny with spit.

Henry's other hand came up and cupped his balls and rolled them.

"Fuck," Noah said. "I'm not going to last."

Henry pulled off with a wet pop.

"You will if I say so."

"What?"

"Not yet." Henry's mouth was red and swollen. He licked his lower lip. "I want to hear you ask."

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please suck my cock," Noah said, and his voice cracked. "Please let me come in your mouth."

Henry smiled for the first time.

It changed his whole face.

He took Noah to the root and swallowed around the head, and Noah made a sound he had never made in his life.

Henry bobbed his head fast and wet, one hand stroking what his mouth could not reach, the other pinning Noah's hip.

The mirror showed it from three angles.

Noah saw all of it.

He saw Henry's throat working and his own thighs trembling and his knuckles white in Henry's hair.

"I'm coming," Noah gasped. "Henry, I'm coming."

Henry did not pull back.

Noah came in long hot pulses down Henry's throat, shaking against the velvet, and Henry swallowed every drop and licked him clean before sitting back on his heels.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Number one," he said, and put his glasses back on. "Crossed off."

Noah laughed, helpless.

Then Henry unbolted the door, and Noah pulled his jeans up and followed him out into the hall.

Maya stood at the end of it with her phone in her hand.

She smiled at them both and lifted it in a little wave.

"Morning!" she said. "Smells amazing down there."

Henry nodded to her, polite, and went down the stairs.

Noah went after him.

At the landing his own phone buzzed in his pocket.

It was a number he did not know.

The text read: Saved this from the wedding group chat. Hope that's okay. Does your mother know what you do before class?

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