James slapped his cock across Kit’s face. “Be a good boy and answer him.”
Fuck, that was hot. Kit jerked, clenching down on Darius’s cock.
Darius chuckled. “Do you like being a good boy, Kit?”
“Shut up.” Kit couldn’t hide his flush, not with James holding his head up. He didn’t want to, though. He liked the soft, hungry look in James’s eyes. “Yeah, I guess.”
“I like when you’re a good boy too,” Darius said, finally sliding out again. Just a couple of inches, before he slowly thrust back inside Kit. “I can’t give you what you want if you don’t tell me.”
Kit couldn’t look away from James, but he was still hyperaware of Darius’s every breath and movement. Behind him. Inside him. He imagined he could feel every thick vein of Darius’s cock rubbing inside his ass. “I want you to fuck me. A lot faster than this.”
“Are you sure?” Darius asked, tracing Kit’s arm. Tugging the cuffs. His voice lowered, sending shivers down Kit’s spine. “I thought you wanted us to take control.”
Kit whimpered, jerking against the cuffs. The metal bite was a welcome pain, accentuating the pleasure sparking through his entire body as Darius set about fucking him in earnest.
Darius hardly moved any faster than before, but he braced one foot on the floor for better leverage. He pulled out farther and shoved in deeper, working Kit into a panting, breathless mess.
Kit moaned against James’s cock, which poured precum all over his cheeks. His mouth hung open, and he felt empty still. He wanted James’s cock so much. But even more than that, he wanted to wait. He wanted to let them control him.
He wanted to be good.
They hadn’t even touched Kit’s cock, and he was already so fucking close. His cock bobbed, leaking, every time Darius shoved all the way in. Every thrust angled Darius’s thick cock against Kit’s prostate, and Kit’s nerves tingled sharply, nearly ready to spill.
Nothing hurt. Everything was perfect.
Except it couldn’t be perfect yet, because when James finally slid his cock into Kit’s open mouth?Thatwas perfect.
Kit closed his lips instinctively, suckling on James’s cockhead. He was clumsier than usual, too distracted and overwhelmed, but that was okay. James liked Kit sloppy and clumsy. James liked Kit however he was, and Kit was too far gone right now to disparage James’s terrible taste in messy emo boys.
“Don’t suck me,” James rasped. “Don’t do anything. Just let me fuck you, babe.”
Even better. Kit closed his eyes, let his mouth hang open. And James did exactly as he promised.
There. That was exactly what Kit needed. Darius slowly turned him inside out, and James forcefully controlled his every breath. Kit didn’t know how he’d ever gotten through an emotional crisis before he had this.
Truth was, he hadn’t. Before this, he’d just gone numb and empty, until parts of him were missing.
Kit couldn’t be empty right now. He couldn’t be numb. He couldn’t be anything but full and incandescent and alive. Being small and vulnerable never felt so good before. His body and lips both stretched around the two massive cocks, but the men’s intense focus pierced him even deeper. Like they were filling Kit’s gaping need for attention.
They kept talking to him. Darius kept asking how he felt, if this was good, even though Kit couldn’t answer. James praised his dirty mouth, how perfect and red his lips were. How slutty he looked with cum on his face.
Kit just surrendered to their words. Whatever they thought he was, that was what he wanted to be right now. A good boy. A dirty little slut. Gorgeous.
“Three seconds,” James said, and stuck his thumb between Kit’s teeth, holding his mouth open.
Jaw straining, Kit blinked his eyes open. James waited for eye contact before sliding deeper, deeper into Kit’s mouth—all the way down his throat.
Kit choked and swallowed helplessly around James’s cock. Tears welled in his eyes. He couldn’t breathe. His balls tightened, pleasure racing electric through his entire body, until—the three seconds were up. James withdrew as promised, before Kit could come.
Gasping, Kit had just enough breath left to demand, “Do that again.”
He’d never seen James’s grin quite that feral before. “Whatever you want, babe,” James purred. He gave Kit another moment to breathe before thrusting deep into his throat again.
Kit’s eyes watered as he choked on James’s cock. Nearly too large to fit inside him, just like Darius filling his ass. Kit’s lips stretched around James’s girth, and the shock made him clench down harder on Darius too. He was completely full, completely surrounded. Euphoria bubbled through his hazy mind. He didn’t have any room left for anxiety in his hammering heart.
Each painful-perfect moment seemed to last forever. As Kit’s vision fogged dark, James pulled out—at the same time as Darius reached around to tug Kit’s cock. Between his hand and the cock grinding into Kit’s prostate, Kit didn’t care about trying to make this last. Lighting up with oxygen and touch, he gave a strangled cry and came all over Darius’s hand.
“Did he just come?” James asked, addressing Darius directly for the first time in a while.
