With Viggo, the tip was the hard part.
“Maybe not the whole tip?” Sebastian bargained.
“We’ll see.” Viggo rose up, his cock just inches from Sebastian’s face. He reached behind Sebastian and cupped Bjorn’s face. “You think you can hold him for me?”
“Yeah,” Bjorn rumbled, grabbing Sebastian under his arms and lifting him up. He turned him around, manhandling him with ease, bringing him back down to straddle his lap. Legs forced to spread wide over Bjorn’s tree-trunk thighs, Sebastian suddenly found himself with his face pushed into the glistening dip between Bjorn’s slab-like pecs. Bjorn had one arm pressed over his back like a bar, the other coming up to cup his head and cradle it against his chest.
Sebastian couldn’t move, and when he tried to reach down and block Viggo from probing at his hole, an instinctive response to the stinging pain, Bjorn easily gathered both his wrists in one hand and pinned them against the small of his back.
“Hold on,” Viggo said, rushing from the room. For a moment it was just Bjorn and Sebastian, Bjorn’s grip impossible to escape, their breaths synchronized as they sat there chest to chest. Viggo came back with a tube of lotion or cream in his hand, which he uncapped before crouching in front of Sebastian’s exposed ass.
“This should feel better,” Viggo said, smearing something icy cold against Sebastian’s abused rim, working his fingers all around the edge and inside. The cold feeling was quickly followed by a numbing sensation, and the sharp pain in Sebastian’s hole faded away to something much less pressing.
Exhaling, Sebastian relaxed into Bjorn’s chest in relief.
“That’s not going to feel good,” Bjorn said, and Sebastian was confused until he realized Bjorn was talking to Viggo.
“It’ll feel interesting,” Viggo said, standing up. He put his hand on Sebastian’s shoulder, steadying himself, and bent his knees until his cock lined up with Sebastian’s numbed entrance.
Holding his breath, Sebastian gritted his teeth as Viggo’s cock slowly pushed the over-stretched muscle of his anal ring open. It felt impossibly huge, and Sebastian didn’t want to think about what it would have felt like without the numbing cream.
“Fuck,” Viggo growled, his grip on Sebastian’s shoulder turning painful. “He’s so fucking tight.”
Another push, this one cutting right through the numbing cream, and Viggo was inside. He trembled, panting and huffing at Sebastian’s back like a racehorse, his massive cock throbbing against the walls of Sebastian’s rectum.
“Love you so much,” Viggo mumbled, and for a second Sebastian’s heart surged until he realized Viggo was talking to Bjorn. The two alphas pushed closer, Sebastian’s head trapped between their pecs, and met in a kiss right above Sebastian’s head.
The movement jolted Viggo inside of him, his cock slipping in another inch.
Suddenly Sebastian didn’t feel good. His hole hurt, too full, and Viggo and Bjorn weren’t even paying attention to him.
“Back off!” he cried, the words spilling out of his mouth before he even knew he’d decided to say them.
Viggo jumped away, his cock sliding out of Sebastian’s hole with a gross squelch, while Bjorn released his arms and dropped the hand pushing at the back of his head.
“Shit, are you okay?” Viggo asked, Bjorn sliding him off his lap and pushing him to his feet.
Sebastian looked around, feeling suddenly very stupid and like he’d ruined everything. Viggo and Bjorn had just been kissing. Sebastian was an asshole for getting upset over that.
Unable to stop it, Sebastian started to cry.
Viggo and Bjorn froze, watching him with wide eyes. Then Viggo jumped into motion, pushing him down and laying him on the bed with brusquely clinical motions.
“Sebastian, are you hurt?” he asked, gently prying his cheeks apart to look at his hole. When Sebastian didn’t reply, he glanced at Bjorn. “He’s not torn.”
“I’m okay,” Sebastian managed, wiping his cheeks and stopping the flood of tears. “I’m just being stupid. It’s nothing. We can continue.”
Viggo looked at him like he’d suggested decapitating a chicken and drinking its blood.
“We are going to dial this all the way back, make sure you’re okay, and then if you feel up to it, talk about how that went wrong.”
That was the last thing Sebastian wanted. He couldn’t admit that he’d started to cry out ofjealousy.
“Did I squeeze your wrists too hard?” Bjorn asked, the question bursting out of him like he’d been holding it in for a while. Viggo shot him an angry look, but Sebastian shook his head.
“No, that was nice,” he said. It was true. He’d enjoyed sitting on Bjorn’s lap, legs spread and utterly helpless. The way his arms had been immobilized had felt good.
Bjorn looked momentarily relieved, but then his mouth turned down and he stared at Viggo.
