“Do you need a hand?” Karim grit, “or will you come like this, just from my cock?”
The words seared where they landed, and Luis’s arms collapsed under him. Karim didn’t stop, only took the deeper angle, fucking relentlessly into him.
He teetered at the edge. He’d never come untouched, but he was so, so close–
“Come for us,” Julien said, and his hand tightened in Luis’s hair, his tone heavy with demand.
It pushed him over.
The towering pleasure collapsed, and Luis cried out, spilling in hot pulses all over the sheets as it shook through him. Karim sucked at his throat savagely, and that roughness drew Luis’s orgasm out, making him whimper through shock after shock of it. Karim’s hips pulsed against that spot inside Luis, driving every ounce of pleasure through him.
It was a haze of white, a blur of tangled sensory feedback.
“Karim,” Julien’s voice cut through like a knife.
Karim made a desperate sound, and then he was coming too. Luis felt the twitches inside him, the covetous way Karim clutched at him, riding out his pleasure. It made Luis dizzy, that he could do that to Karim.
When Karim slid out of him, the hand in his hair softly turned Luis’s head. He was still on his knees, but barely. He blinked eyes open to look at Julien.
“Should I let you rest, or keep going?” He asked.
Luis’s eyes immediately dropped to his lap, where Julien was still hard.
“K-keep going,” Luis said. His voice was rough, but he meant it. He wanted both of them.
Before he could process it, Karim and Julien had him up and in Julien’s lap. Strong arms came around him, and then he was being guided down, Julien’s cock slipping easily into his wet, loosened hole.
Luis sighed, giving himself over to it. He was floating in the post-orgasm chemicals, and being filled back up just felt right.
“There you go,” Julien said, carding his sweaty curls out of his face.
Luis tipped his head forward onto Julien’s shoulder, wanting the closeness.
“Sweet thing,” Julien crooned. His hands smoothed up and down Luis’s back. “Did Karim make you feel good?”
Yes, he tried to say. Instead, he kissed Julien’s shoulder.
“He’s perfect,” Karim said. Another hand trailed up and down Luis’s spine.
“Mm.” Julien shifted his hips, like testing the waters. Luis curled in further. He was oversensitive, but even that was nice when it was in Julien’s hands. “I want to keep him,” Julien said softly, like it was a secret.
Luis gasped, his heart tender and swollen all at the same time.
“Would you like that?” Julien asked, whispering it into his hair. “Do you want us to keep you?”
Inexplicably, there was a burn in the corner of his eyes like tears. He’d never been wanted like this, as wholly himself. He couldn’t wrap his mind around how these two men could want that. How they could make it sound so simple.
He nodded, unable to speak.
The arms around him squeezed. “Oh sweetheart, are we feeling soft?” Julien asked.
Luis didn’t know what to call it. Subspace or subdrop or some kind of combination of both. He was just grateful Julien kept holding him and Karim kept stroking his back. Both of them stayed close.
“He’s so down,” Karim said.
“He is,” Julien said. “Should we stop?”
Luis’s hands tightened. He didn’t want to stop, didn’t want this to end. He must have said something to that effect, because then Julien was squeezing him.
