“I'm dead,” Kris pointed out. “Pretty sure I can take it.”
“Humor me,” Eli said, slicking his fingers. “I want to see Hunter's face when he watches me finger you. Plus, you're about to take a cock for the first time. Better to stretch you properly.”
The first finger made Kris gasp, his cock jumping. “Oh fuck, that's… I can feel everything!”
“Good,” Eli said, adding a second finger quickly, working them in and out. “That's the point.”
I watched Kris's face transform. His eyes went wide, pupils blown, mouth falling open in a perfect O of surprise and pleasure. His hands gripped my thighs for balance as Eli worked him open, fingers moving faster now.
“It's inside,” Kris panted. “Something's inside me. I can feel the shape of your fingers, the way they move, the pressure when you press—oh god, what is that?”
“Your prostate,” Eli said, crooking his fingers again, hitting that spot deliberately.
Kris actually levitated three inches off the bed, his whole body going rigid with pleasure.
“Holy shit,” I breathed. “You're floating.”
“Can't help it,” Kris gasped, settling back down. “Feels too good. Oh fuck, is that two fingers?”
“Three,” Eli corrected, stretching Kris wide. “You're taking them so well. Natural bottom.”
11:59.
“Ten seconds."
Kris positioned himself over my cock, just the tip pressing against his stretched hole. Eli lined up behind me, his cock slick and ready against my entrance.
“Five.”
The air shimmered.
“Three.”
My heart was racing. Three years leading to this moment. Two men wanting me. About to be connected to both of them.
“Two.”
Eli's cockhead pressed more firmly against my hole, and I took a breath, trying to relax.
“One.”
Midnight.
The change was instant. Kris became completely, absolutely human—warm, solid, real. The boundary between life and death snapped away.
“Now,” Kris gasped, and dropped down onto my cock in one smooth slide.
The sound we both made could've raised the dead. Which, technically, we'd already done.
Heat. That was the first thing I registered. After Kris's cool touches, his hole was scorching, tight, perfect. Every nerve ending in my cock lit up like Christmas lights. I could feel every ridge, every clench, every flutter as his body adjusted to having me inside.
“Fuck, you're tight,” I groaned, hands gripping Kris's hips. The heat of him, the way his hole clenched around me. It was perfect. “So fucking tight.”
“You're inside me.” Kris sounded wrecked. “Actually inside me. I can feel every inch of you. You're so thick, stretching me so good.”
That's when Eli pushed into me, one long, steady slide until he was balls deep. God, he was big. Thicker than anything I'd taken before, longer, filling me completely. The stretch burned for just a moment before pleasure took over.
The sensation stole my breath. Fuller than I'd been in years, that edge of too-much that bordered on perfection. My body remembered this, welcomed it, my hole clenching around Eli's thick cock.
