Sebastian whimpered, the position both exposing him and rendering him completely helpless.
“That’s it,” Viggo crooned, taking Sebastian’s cheeks in both hands and massaging them. As Bjorn watched from above, his cock throbbed at the sight of Viggo’s hands on Sebastian’s ass, thumbs stroking over the tight opening and making the boy shudder and whine.
Lifting up, still holding Sebastian’s ankles tightly in his grip, Bjorn scooted forward and dragged his balls over Sebastian’s face.
Electric shocks of pleasure raced up Bjorn’s spine, Sebastian tilting his head back and using his tongue to worship and lick Bjorn’s heavy nuts.
“That’s it,” he growled, scooting even further forward and lowering himself down, planting his taint right down on Sebastian’s nose, his balls dangling over his chin. “Keep your tongue out. I want to feel it.”
Sebastian licked, and Bjorn closed his eyes and lowered himself down even more, smothering Sebastian’s face and pressing his head into the mattress. He stayed like that for several beats, enjoying the sensation of Sebastian’s face beneath him, rising up when lack of air had Sebastian tapping against his thigh.
Bjorn watched Sebastian’s chest move up and down, rabbit fast as he struggled to catch his breath, his legs pulling against Bjorn’s hold with weak, ineffectual twitches.
Bjorn tightened his grip and adjusted his position, shuffling down so that his knees bracketed Sebastian’s chest and he could take a proper seat on his face. Having Sebastian’s mouth on his taint was nice, but Bjorn was ready for the ass-eating he’d been promised.
“I want to really feel your tongue,” Bjorn instructed, lowering himself down until his hole came to rest just a fraction of an inch above Sebastian’s mouth. “Tap if you have to breathe.”
Tucking Sebastian’s ankles under his arms, freeing his hands so that he could jerk off, Bjorn involuntarily clenched his cheeks at the first, tentative poke of Sebastian’s tongue against his entrance.
He ground his ass down, wanting to feel more.
“Comfortable?” Viggo asked, looking up at him from between Sebastian’s thighs. He hadn’t moved from his position groping Sebastian’s ass, thumbs still circling his hole, obviously waiting for Bjorn to get settled before he started his probing.
Bjorn nodded.
Viggo’s answering grin was pure wolf. “Then let’s get started.”
23
SEBASTIAN
Sebastian couldn’t move. He was on his back, legs lifted and ankles tucked under Bjorn’s muscular arms, Bjorn’s tight ass grinding down on his face while Viggo fingered him open with ruthless efficiency.
It was the most overwhelming experience of his life, and he never wanted it to end.
“One more,” Viggo said, tone calm and firm, the words making Sebastian clench. He already felt stretched to the limit, and if Viggo tried to push one more of his massive fingers into his aching hole, he was pretty sure it would break.
Before Sebastian could voice his complaint, Bjorn pushed his ass down against his face, smothering him completely and grinding his head into the mattress.
Viggo stroked his index finger around the three fingers already stretching his rim, testing and probing before finally pushing inside in one firm motion.
Sebastian keened into Bjorn’s ass, Viggo’s finger sharply painful, lungs burning the longer the alpha kept him trapped. Bjorn finally lifted up just enough to let him breathe, the relief of filling his lungs mixing with the over-full feeling in his hole and making him feel floaty and delirious.
“Let’s see if he can take the big plug now,” Viggo said, removing his fingers and making Sebastian feel suddenly empty. They’d tried the big plug earlier, but Sebastian had tapped out right when they’d gotten to the thickest part.
Bjorn lifted up even more, moving his hole out of reach of Sebastian’s tongue, giving the boy an opportunity to back out of Viggo’s plan by using his safeword.
Sebastian said nothing. The way Viggo stretched and forced his hole to expand hurt far more than he’d expected it to – Viggo pushing him in ways he’d never pushed himself – but it also gave him the most euphoric high.
The endorphin crash when this was over was going to be brutal.
At his lack of objection, Bjorn lowered his ass back down on Sebastian’s face. Sweaty and drenched with pre-come, Sebastian’s face was a mess. He was hot, his tongue tired and his nose hurting, but despite all that, he was in love with the experience of having Bjorn on top of him.
“How are you doing, Sebastian?” Viggo asked, slathering the plug with lube. Sebastian was pretty sure that he was developing a Pavlovian response to the sound of the pump on the bottle of lube, his hole clenching at the coming invasion.
“Good,” Sebastian mumbled, licking his lips, the salty taste of sweat and pre-come filling his mouth.
“Can you relax for me?” Viggo put his hand on Sebastian’s cheek, resting the tip of the plug against his sore opening.
