“Okay, this isn’t distracting him, this is taking over and getting in my way,” August interrupted, making his voice heard for the first time since Ryker started spanking Dylan. “Move back and hand me that speculum.”
Steve was disappointed that the fun was coming to an end. He was about to tuck himself back into his jeans when he heard Ryker growl, “Open up.”
What followed had to be the sloppiest, most ruthless throat-fuck Steve had ever heard. Dylan gagged and choked, coughing and gasping for air between thrusts, Ryker feeding him his cock with all the care of a wolf devouring a chicken.
“That’s it, hold it down your throat,” Ryker growled, Dylan suspiciously quiet. “Oh no you don’t, stay on it. You breathe when I say you breathe.”
Steve held his breath, his hand moving up and down his cock at furious speed. He was leaking like a faucet, slick pre-come lubing his cock and making a wet noise every time he fucked into his hand, the sound of Ryker choking Dylan with his cock making his balls pull tight.
Ryker kept his cock down Dylan’s throat for a disturbingly long time, and Steve was debating whether he should step in and put an end to things when he heard Dylan gasping for air.
There was a wet slapping sound, and Steve realized that Ryker was smacking Dylan’s face with his cock.
“Do you like that?” Ryker asked, voice cocky and sounding almost drunk. “Fuck, take it back into your mouth. I’m going to come.”
Dylan made a sound like that was the best news he’d heard in a year. He started sucking on Ryker’s cock, noisy and slurping, and in that moment Steve would have given anything to see it.
“Fuck, I want to knot his mouth,” Ryker grunted.
Steve was moving before Ryker had even finished speaking, but before he reached the door August made his intervention unnecessary.
“Not happening.”
Ryker chuckled, the sound rueful.
“I know, I just said I wanted to. I wouldn’t do that without prepping him first.”
“I don’t mind,” Dylan piped up, sounding hungry. “If you want, you can knot my mouth.”
Steve shuddered, his hand going back to his shaft and squeezing down.
He should have grabbed Dylan when he had the chance. The second he caught his scent, he should have grabbed him and taken him back to his pack where he could claim him properly and live happily ever after.
“Fuck,” Ryker said, like it had been punched out of him. “Dylan, no. That’s not safe. Maybe-”
Whatever Ryker was about to say was cut off when he gasped. Judging by the wet sucking sound, Dylan had taken the initiative and sucked his cock back into his mouth.
“Fuck!” Ryker growled, his breaths coming in labored gasps.
He was coming, and from the sound of it, Dylan was drinking down his load like it was manna from heaven.
“He’s not missing a drop,” August commented, sounding awed.
Steve closed his eyes, hand working his cock like a machine as he leaned back against the wall and listened to Dylan drink down Ryker’s come.
“Yeah, he’s licking my slit,” Ryker said, voice rough. “Fuck, yes. Squeeze my balls like that.”
Steve came, his orgasm taking him off guard and shooting out of his balls like a rocket. It blasted out of his cock, his hand moving even faster as he worked his shaft, the thick rope of come shooting into the air and hitting the wall across from him.
Not in any state of mind to be worrying about clean-up, Steve milked his cock through his orgasm, wishing that he’d been the one to spank Dylan and feed him his cock.
“Steve is in the hall,” Ryker said, his voice pitched low and sounding amused. “He just came listening to us.”
“He did?” Dylan asked. He sounded intrigued and embarrassed, but not upset at Steve’s creeper behavior.
“He did.”
“And now I’m the only one who hasn’t come,” August broke in, sounding annoyed. “I think we’re ready to get this thing out of you. Ryker, hand me those clamps.”
