Caesar's POV
Fuck Morgan.
Fuck this rope, f**k this agreement- I never thought I'd say it but f**k Harrison too. f**k them both.
"What's this?" I stared at Morgan blankly.
"A c**k ring."
No f*****g s**t- "Yeah, why's it around my d**k?"
"Because it's pretty." Morgan leaned over and wrapped his arms around Harrison's waist. "A little tighter, baby."
"Hm?" Harrison titled his head back after letting out a soft, questioning noise. He was straddling my torso, pretty thighs spread and hugging my sides. If it weren't for his gentle hold on my wrists, I would've kneaded the soft skin between my hands. "More? You're sure?"
Morgan settled himself on my lap, right behind Harrison, and hugged him to his chest. He peered over his shoulder and noticed how loose the rope around my wrists were. "
