Thick fingers twisted inside Kit, before hooking up. Pulling. Kit whined, eyes stinging with overwhelm, as James’s cock pushed at the gap. It wouldn’t fit. It couldn’t fit.
“Let me in, Kit,” James murmured, and Kit’s body obeyed, relaxing just enough.
James thrust in, knocking all the breath from Kit’s lungs.
Darkness bloomed into radiant fire. Kit hadn’t truly believed this was possible. He’d known intellectually—or not so intellectually—that double penetration was possible, of course. He’d watched porn.
But that was different from truly believing James and Darius could both fit inside him. Part of him had been braced for a painful accident they would laugh about later.
He hadn’t been prepared for success. Spread open, so full his chest felt tight, every nerve singing. This was good.
So much, but good.
“You all right?” Darius growled with feral intensity.
“Yeah,” Kit managed, just as strained.
James trembled behind him. “Fucking hell, this is…” He trailed off, fingers ghosting along Kit’s flanks.
Then he rocked in, and Kit whined with impossible stimulation.
Sweat dripped between heated skin. It didn’t matter whose. Kit shook with each thrust. His own cock was only half-hard, caught between the overwhelm of penetration and the constant pressure on his prostate. Like he was chained just beneath the threshold of orgasm.
Kit felt closer to both of them than ever before.
“Fuck,” Darius growled. “I’m not going to last.”
“Don’t try to last.” Kit’s breath staggered from his lungs. He was pinned too thoroughly to move between them. “Just come inside me. Both of you.”
“That’s the plan,” James panted, grip tightening on Kit’s hips.
Nothing changed from one moment to the next. Just the breath fromclosetothere. Darius tensed—and his cock throbbed inside Kit.
Each pulse felt massive against Kit’s stretched rim. He drank in every sound, the heady scent surrounding him in the blindfolded dark.
James swore, voice ragged. His hips stilled. The moment felt like eternity. Like Kit’s soul was a drop of water clinging to its cloud.
Then James slipped out, and Kit plummeted to earth. His hole clenched down as James pulled him off Darius. Dizzy, needy. So awfully empty until thick fingers filled his gaping hole. Another hand closed around his cock.
Kit was so far gone, he couldn’t tell whose hand was where. All he knew was that he was so in love with both of them.
Tears stung with the force of his orgasm.
Afterwards, nestled between them, Kit sighed. “Okay, you win. Moving in together sounds great. Do we have to wait until James sells his house?”
James and Darius both laughed.
“You don’t have to wait for anything,” James assured him. “I’ll call the movers as soon as you let me out of bed.”
“So, never,” Kit said, cuddling closer.
They both laughed again. Horrible men.
Getting railed by two of his stupidly tall boyfriends had perks. These perks included not having to help carry any more boxes.Kit got to curl up in an armchair downstairs, fiddling with his phone as he supervised James and Darius’s efforts.
Gingerly, tenderly curled up.
James and Darius were right. A house felt more like a home after kinky sex.
