“Julien did a good job getting you ready,” Karim said.
Luis cursed, dropping down to hide his face in the comforter at what Karim must be looking at.
“But I’m still pretty thick, you sure you want this?” To illustrate he pressed against Luis’s backside, his cock rubbing against the crease.
Luis shuddered. He’d taken Karim in hand a few times this week, knew the thickness and weight of him. The idea of it being inside him, filling him, made him shivery with desire.
“Yeah,” Luis said, “I’m sure.”
The water shut off in the bathroom and then Julien returned. Julien slid neatly onto the bed in front of Luis, and they encouraged him back up onto his hands.
“Can you hold this position?” Julien asked, hand pushing Luis’s curls out of his face.
“Yeah,” Luis said. “I’m good, I’m ready.”
“Start slow,” Julien said to Karim. There was the click of a cap, fresh lubricant, and then Karim’s fingers slipping inside him. Luis gasped.
Karim didn’t dawdle. With more slick applied, he pulled out and a second later the blunt head of his cock touched Luis’s hole.
Luis bit his lip in anticipation. Julien traced down Luis’s cheek and to his lip. Luis parted his lips and the finger slipped in, tasting vaguely of soap.
“I’ve got you,” Julien said, fingers swirling across the flat of Luis’s tongue. It was strangely grounding.
Behind him, Karim held his hips and started to push in. He went slow, and despite the prep, Luis still felt the resistance, the burn of the stretch.
Butfuck,how he wanted it.
“Breathe,” Julien said.
Luis breathed in and out through his nose, sucked softly around the fingers in his mouth. His eyes met Julien’s and held there as Karim slid in deeper. The burn eventually coalesced into a moan, the sound muffled by the fingers.
“You’re doing so fucking good,” Karim said. He bent over Luis and dropped a kiss on the nape of his neck. Luis’s belly fluttered at the affection.
It went on for a long time, the pressure and burn. Luis sucked at Julien’s fingers and moaned through it as the pain slipped further and further toward pleasure.
Finally, Karim stopped. His hips settled against Luis, fully inside him.
Karim made another low sound. “Mine,” he growled.
“Ours,” Julien corrected, slipping his fingers out of Luis’s mouth. “Go ahead.”
Karim started moving, a slow push and pull that made Luis feel every bit of him. Luis’s head hung down, eyes squeezed shut at the tangling pleasure inside him. He was molten, already so close to the edge.
The rhythm picked up, building steadily. Karim got the angle right, and it was more sparks. He cried out, eyes fluttering open to see Julien in front of him. His hand was on his own cock, teasing the tip.
“You’re doing so good,” Julien said. He reached with his other hand to pet over Luis’s hair. Luis’s eyes kept sticking to where Julien was thumbing over the tip of his cock, smearing wetness caused by watching them. His mouth filled with saliva and Luis almost asked if he could taste it.
Arousal climbed and climbed, painting him over. He was grateful for Karim’s strength because he was wobbly on his hands, threatening collapse. Sounds of pleasure came one after another, spilling from his lips.
“That’s it,” Julien said softly. Fingers traced the shell of his ear and back behind where he was sensitive. “Feeling good?”
Luis couldn’t speak, but tried to nod.
“So sweet for us, so perfect.”
Luis’s hands fisted in the sheets, trying to hold on as the ricochets of pleasure reeled him higher. Karim dragged his teeth over the back of Luis’s neck, and Luis felt the edge. He was trembling, spun tighter than he could ever remember being.
“P-please,” he said, high and needy.
