Ryker didn’t have to be told twice. He grabbed Dylan by his hips, lifting him up and holding him still as he worked his hips like a jackhammer. He pounded his cock into Dylan’s hole, fast and hard, his only goal to come as soon as possible and fill Dylan with his knot.
“August,” Dylan demanded through gritted teeth, reaching blindly for their third. “Let me suck it, please.”
Ryker looked at August and shook his head. They’d filled Dylan’s stomach with come that morning, so a blowjob was not going to fix this.
“I’m not going to come,” August said, leaning in and keeping his voice low. He pulled off his pants and climbed up on the bed, kneeling down in front of Dylan and grabbing him by the hair. As Ryker fucked him, August held Dylan’s head steady as he smeared the tip of his cock all over the boy’s face, teasing him with the hard length and leaving a trail of glistening pre-come across his nose and over his lips.
When Ryker grunted and started to come, liquid heat shooting through his shaft and filling Dylan’s greedy hole, August pushed into Dylan’s mouth and held him down on his cock. Ryker’s knot filled Dylan’s rectum, plugging him tight and making sure that every spurt of come Ryker pumped inside of him stayed there.
Spit-roasted between them, Dylan calmed down once he had both a knot in his hole and the head of August’s cock in his mouth, but after a minute he started to wriggle with dissatisfaction.
“Do you still feel empty?” August asked, pulling his cock out of Dylan’s mouth and letting Ryker lift him up and hug him close to his chest. Ryker held Dylan against his front, impaled on his cock, stroking his stomach and feeling the bulge of his cock pressing against the inside of Dylan’s abs.
“This isn’t helping,” Dylan confirmed, squirming and clenching down on Ryker’s knot.
“Let’s see if taking August’s knot helps, okay?” Ryker said, lowering Dylan back down to the mattress and pulling his hips back to remove his knot from Dylan’s hole.
He was still inflated, Dylan’s rim forced to stretch to release his big knot, but Dylan could take the stretch.
Once he was clear of Dylan’s hole, Ryker stepped aside and let August take his place. His mate was quick about it, swinging his leg over Dylan’s body and pushing inside of him before Dylan could even catch a breath.
While Ryker had held Dylan up and fucked into him while he was standing behind the bed, August lowered his body on top of Dylan’s smaller frame and pounded him like he was trying to make him a part of the mattress.
August came with a grunt, his glutes clenching as he buried his knot in Dylan’s hole and filled him up.
Ryker wiped off his cock and climbed up on the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard and his legs spread out on either side of Dylan and August.
August lifted up on his elbow, relieving the crushing pressure on Dylan’s body and letting him gasp for air.
“Is this what you need?” August asked, his voice edging on a growl.
Dylan hesitated, taking stock of how he was feeling, and then keened.
“I’m still empty.”
He sounded despondent.
Ryker didn’t say anything, meeting August’s eye and pushing off the bed. He retrieved Steve’s come from the closet, taking off the lid and carrying it back to the bedroom.
The scent of Steve’s release filled his nose, the scent pungent but not at all unpleasant.
“I have something that might help,” Ryker said, making Dylan twist his head in an attempt to look over his shoulder and see what Ryker was talking about. “August, cover his eyes.”
August placed his hand over Dylan’s eyes, blotting out his vision. Dylan made a confused noise, which melted into a blissful moan when Ryker dipped his fingers in Steve’s come and shoved them in his mouth.
Dylan sucked on Ryker’s fingers, licking them with hungry moans of satisfaction and whimpering when Ryker pulled his fingers out of his mouth.
“I have more for you,” Ryker promised, scooping up a handful of come and letting it trickle into Dylan’s mouth.
Dylan swallowed, his throat moving before he resumed sucking on Ryker’s fingers like they were the best thing he’d ever tasted.
“More,” he mumbled, his voice sleepy and relaxed. Ryker obliged him, dipping his fingers back into Steve’s come and wiping them off on Dylan’s tongue.
Ryker had used up about half of the provided come when he removed his fingers from Dylan’s mouth and stroked his hair, asking, “Do you feel better now?”
August lowered his hand from Dylan’s eyes, leaving the boy blinking against the light and staring up at Ryker with wonder. He nodded, lowering his face to the mattress and making a happy noise of contentment.
“So much better.”
