Dylan gagged, wrenching his head away to escape the intrusion, but August chased him with his cock, reaching down and pushing his head back into position before sliding into his mouth again.
“Take it into your throat,” August growled, keeping his cock inside Dylan’s mouth when he tried to move away again. “I know the angle is bad, but you can take it.”
Dylan gagged, but August managed to push past the resistance and bury his cock in Dylan’s throat. He lowered his body down, sighing in pleasure as he pinned Dylan’s head to the mattress with his cock. Then, with a roll of his hips that had Dylan making a choked sound of panic, he took Dylan’s leaking shaft into his mouth and sucked.
Ryker watched August slurp on their omega’s cock, savoring it and being intentionally messy, while his hips pumped the length of his shaft in and out of the boy’s esophagus with sharp little thrusts that kept most of his cock buried and made it impossible for Dylan to breathe.
“Are you going to let him up for air soon?” Ryker asked, crouching down at the end of the mattress and placing his hands on Dylan’s beautiful butt. He squeezed his cheeks, loving the way his pink little hole winked at him. Stroking his hole with his thumb, Ryker probed the tiny opening and marveled that something so small could take his whole cock inside of it.
“In a second,” August said, lifting his mouth off Dylan's cock and licking his balls. “This just feels so good.”
Ryker leaned over and glanced at August’s cock where it stretched Dylan’s lips wide open, and he wasn’t surprised to see the beginnings of a knot.
It was a miracle that August hadn’t dropped fang or popped his claws, given how worked up he was.
“Do we have any lube?” Ryker asked, pushing his dry thumb against Dylan’s hole.
“I didn’t bring any,” August said, lifting his hips up and letting his cock slide out of Dylan’s mouth. Dylan gasped for air, a thick string of spit dangling from August’s cock and connecting with the inside of his lip.
“Dylan, do you have any lube?” August asked.
“Of course he doesn’t,” Ryker said, at the same time as Dylan shook his head. “But I have an idea. Stay like that.”
Ryker moved to the side of the bed so that he was standing next to Dylan’s head, the boy still gasping for breath after letting August fuck his throat.
“This will work nicely,” Ryker said, reaching over and grabbing August’s cock. It was wet and slick with the saliva from Dylan’s throat, coating the inside of his palm in a thick layer of natural lubricant. He pushed the fingers of his other hand into Dylan’s mouth, making him gag and coating his fingers in more saliva.
With both hands dripping, Ryker had more than enough slick to get started fingering Dylan’s hole. He moved back into position behind him, coating his fingers in Dylan’s throat-lube and shoving his index, middle and ring finger inside of him.
Dylan jerked – three fingers was more than Ryker usually started off with – and his thighs trembled as Ryker curled his fingers down and massaged his prostate.
“He opens up so easily,” Ryker mused, spreading his fingers apart and lodging a wad of spit into the gorgeous little hole. “He starts off so tight, and then he justyields.”
“He’s perfect,” August agreed, pushing his cock back into Dylan’s throat. “Like he was made for us.”
August lowered his head down and sucked Dylan’s cock into his mouth, letting his spit drip down the boy’s taint and land on Ryker’s fingers where they worked on opening him up.
“I can’t wait to see Steve work him over,” Ryker mused, pulling his fingers almost all the way out and then adding his little finger when he pushed back in. With four fingers inside of him, Dylan jerked, almost managing to dislodge August’s cock from his throat.
“No, you don’t,” August growled, slamming his hips down and pinning Dylan’s head to the mattress. He kept his cock buried, Dylan’s nose nestled into his balls, holding him down and grinding his cock into him.
“I think that’s enough stretching,” Ryker announced, standing up and pumping his cock. He was rock hard, the veins running up his shaft in stark relief against his skin. “Spin him around so that I can lube up.”
August scooted back, his cock slipping from Dylan’s lips with a wet slurp, and together he and Ryker spun Dylan around until his head was dangling off the edge of the mattress, right in front of Ryker’s pulsating cock.
Dylan blinked up at Ryker, eyes watery and lips swollen, looking like a debauched angel.
Grabbing a hold of the base of his shaft, Ryker bent his knees and aimed his cock at Dylan’s lips. Dylan opened his mouth on instinct, his tongue pushing out and acting like a welcome mat to ease the entry of Ryker’s member.
“Slut,” Ryker rumbled, the sheer submissiveness of Dylan’s instincts blowing his mind.
He traced the slit in the tip of his cock over Dylan’s puffy lips, coating them in a shiny layer of pre-come, and then pushed inside toward the back of his throat.
He met no resistance, his cock moving past the bend of Dylan’s soft palate and into his esophagus like he was fucking into a cock-sleeve.
“Holy fuck,” Ryker growled, his hips stuttering as his balls slammed into Dylan’s eyes and forehead. “Moon-fucking bitch that feels good.”
August grinned, sitting back and stroking his cock with languid strokes as he watched Ryker fuck Dylan’s throat.
