“What are you doing?” he mumbled, August’s grip pushing him into Ryker’s body.
“Nothing,” August mumbled, sliding his hands down and framing Dylan’s ass. He pushed him up, tilting him forward and exposing his butt. Dylan clutched at Ryker’s shirt, fingers pulling at the sleek cotton, a startled moan escaping his mouth when August pushed his face into his ass and breathed into his crack.
“It’s not noth-”
Dylan’s protest was cut off at the sensation of August’s fingertips sharpening, claws digging into his cheeks and making him freeze. August moved his thumbs, finding the top of Dylan’s crack through his jeans, all the while he mouthed at Dylan’s jean-clad butt.
He realized what August was about to do a second too late to stop him. The sound of ripping denim filled the room, and Dylan let out a whine of protest as his most comfortable jeans that still looked nice enough to wear in public were ruined.
August’s mouth on his hole, tongue pushing into his ass with aggressive thrusts, turned Dylan’s whine into a moan of pleasure. He pushed his face into Ryker’s pecs, writhing and trying to move his ass back into August’s mouth, but the two alphas held him immobile between them. There was nothing he could do but take it, the pleasure building as August’s ministrations got sloppier.
Ryker grabbed him by his hair, yanking his head back and bending down to kiss him. Ryker’s tongue filled his mouth, pushing past his teeth and laying claim to his mouth, stealing his breath and making him feel invaded and dominated as the two werewolves spit-roasted him with their tongues.
Things only got better when August lifted one of his hands and brought it down hard on Dylan’s partially exposed cheek. The pain was a sharp contrast to the pleasure of being eaten out, coming out of nowhere and making Dylan feel like a wanton whore at the way it made him moan and arch his back for more.
August delivered, the sound of his palm smacking down on Dylan’s ass mingling harshly with the grunting, sloppy noises of the two alphas tongue fucking his ass and mouth.
Dylan’s cock was rock hard, pushing into Ryker’s lower stomach, trapped in his jeans and pulsating with every thrust of August’s tongue on his hole.
“Greedy boy,” August mumbled, appreciation filling his voice. He pulled back and delivered his harshest spank yet, making Dylan cry out around Ryker’s tongue in his mouth. He followed the slap up with a harking spit, the wet lump of saliva hitting the top of Dylan’s crack and sliding down to his hole where August pushed it into his ass with the pad of his thumb.
The penetration sent shudders down Dylan’s spine, his ass trembling with arousal as August’s thumb slid inside of him.
August’s thumb was removed, the alpha immediately replacing them with another wad of spit and his pointer and index fingers. The two digits were significantly thicker than his thumb, the penetration bringing with it the barest hint of pain.
Spitting again, August pumped his fingers in and out of Dylan’s hole until the pain disappeared and nothing but pleasure remained.
Dylan was incredibly relieved that he’d cleaned himself out thoroughly before coming over. It had been totally worth the detour home after leaving the lab.
August added a third finger, the stretch making Dylan wince and almost bite down on Ryker’s tongue in his mouth. He turned his head, breaking away from Ryker’s mouth and holding his breath as he tried to get used to the increased width.
“Look at that pretty little hole,” August growled, spitting again and curling his fingers to rub against Dylan’s prostate. He attacked the sensitive gland with the tip of his fingers, and if he kept it up, Dylan was going to come in his pants. “Come on, open up for me.”
August added a fourth finger, and with nothing but spit smoothing the way, the stretch was intense. Dylan clenched his eyes shut and pushed his face into Ryker’s chest while the alpha stroked his hair.
“There’s lube in the cabinet,” Ryker said, making the words an order.
August pulled his fingers out of Dylan’s ass and jumped to his feet, though Dylan didn’t get any rest for his hole. Ryker reached down and pushed two fingers into his ass, pumping them in and out and tugging at Dylan’s rim much more cruelly than August had.
It hurt, but there was enough pleasure that Dylan didn’t want him to stop. Before it could become too much, August returned and slapped Ryker’s hand away. Dylan listened to the sound of the lube being uncapped, and then a second later he was startled by the sensation of August’s slicked up cock pushing at his hole.
He’d expected fingers! Dylan had no time to adjust his expectations before August pushed inside of him, his thick cock forcing his hole to stretch wide open and accept the intrusion.
August buried his cock in one stroke, and when he pushed his mouth into the back of Dylan’s neck, he could feel the sensation of sharp teeth scraping along his skin.
Moving his hips back, August pulled out a few inches from Dylan’s ass before slamming his hips forward, the force of his thrust pushing Dylan into Ryker’s body. Dylan tried to move his hands down to his crotch – to reach his trapped cock – but there was no space. All he managed was to paw at Ryker’s waist.
Giving up, Dylan tried to move his hips instead, but there wasn’t enough room to do that either. It was fine. Every time August fucked into him, the force of his thrust pushed Dylan into Ryker’s body, and once he started up a rhythm, the stimulation was more than up to Dylan’s satisfaction.
“Is he tight?” Ryker asked, grabbing at Dylan’s ass and pulling his cheeks apart for August’s cock to have easier access.
“So fucking tight,” August grunted, fucking harder. “Feels amazing.”
August increased the speed of his thrusts again, his cock sliding over Dylan’s prostate and filling him up just right, and then the next thing Dylan knew, the two alphas were locked in a kiss right over his head. He lay wedged between them, head caught in a trap of their bulging pecs, ignored and used in equal measure as the two alphas made out and grunted words of encouragement to each other.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” August snarled, pulling away from Ryker’s mouth and grabbing Dylan by his waist.
Ryker leaned back, holding Dylan against his chest and playing with the shell of his ear as August’s thrusts grew harder, faster and more erratic.
