Eli
By 3 AM, we'd fucked on every surface in Hunter's apartment.
The kitchen counter (Kris bent over it while Hunter fucked him and I fucked Hunter). Spread eagle on the floor, getting my ass eaten out by two men. Against the wall (where Kris's supernatural strength meant he could hold Hunter up while I fucked him from behind).
“Shower,” Hunter had gasped after the wall incident, all three of us sticky with cum and sweat. “We need a shower.”
The bathroom was small, the shower smaller, but we made it work. Hunter turned on the water, adjusting the temperature while Kris and I pressed against him from both sides.
“This is cozy,” Kris said, his hands already exploring Hunter's ass.
Steam filled the small space quickly. Hunter stepped under the spray first, head tilted back, water cascading over his face and chest. Watching him like that, vulnerable, relaxed, beautiful, made my spent cock twitch with renewed interest.
“Room for two more?” Kris asked, already stepping in.
It was tight. The shower was barely big enough for two people, let alone three. But that just meant we were pressed together, skin sliding against wet skin, hands everywhere because there was nowhere else to put them.
“I have an idea,” Kris said, that mischievous gleam in his eyes. “Want to try something.”
“You've already tried most of the Kama Sutra,” I pointed out. “What's left?”
“Remember how I can phase through things?” Kris's grin was absolutely filthy. “Watch this.”
He dropped to his knees in the shower, water streaming over his back, and took Hunter's cock in his mouth. Hunter groaned, hands going to Kris's wet hair.
Then Kris started to go translucent.
“Holy fuck,” Hunter gasped. “What are you—oh my god!”
I watched, fascinated, as Kris phased just enough that Hunter's cock slid deeper—impossibly deep—without any resistance. No gag reflex, no physical limitation, just endless wet heat.
“How does that feel?” I asked Hunter, my cock hardening again.
“Like… fuck… like he doesn't have a throat,” Hunter panted. “Like I could just keep going forever. It's insane. It's—Kris!”
Kris pulled back, solidifying, and Hunter's cock slid out of his mouth with an obscene pop. “Good?” he asked innocently.
“You can't just… that's not fair,” Hunter said. “Nobody's mouth feels like that.”
“Advantage of being formerly dead,” Kris grinned. “No gag reflex required. Want to see what else I can do?”
He went translucent again, but this time he moved forward, pressing his face against Hunter's groin. And kept pressing. His face literally phased into Hunter's body, and from the wayHunter's eyes rolled back, Kris was doing something impossible inside him.
“He's—oh fuck—I can feel his tongue on my prostate,” Hunter gasped, gripping the shower wall for balance. “From the inside. He's licking me from the inside!”
My cock was rock hard now, watching this ghost porn play out in front of me. Kris pulled back, solidifying again, looking pleased with himself.
“Your turn,” he said to me.
“My turn for what?”
“I want to see if it works both ways.” Kris positioned himself between us, still on his knees. “Both of you. At the same time.”
He opened his mouth for Hunter, then gestured for me to move closer. I positioned myself at the angle he indicated, and then Kris went translucent again.
Hunter pushed into his mouth from the front. I pushed in from the side. And somehow, impossibly, we were both in Kris's mouth at the same time. I could feel Hunter's cock sliding against mine, could feel the wet heat of Kris's mouth around both of us, could feel Kris's tongue doing impossible things.
“Jesus Christ,” I groaned. “This is—fuck, Kris—”
