“I know, sweetheart. Just a moment.” I reach for the cupboard above the bed and find the lube we always keep close.
Without preamble, I pour the oil on Perri’s ass and start fingering him. I’ve already stretched him well with my tongue, but not enough to accommodate my cock.
Once I’m satisfied, I pull my fingers out and look down at Stellan’s erection. I slather the oil on his cock, too, and he moans. My hand wanders lower, over his entrance, and I swear I heard his breath hitch for a second.
Mad with lust, I align my cock with Perri’s ass and slowly nudge the ring of muscle, pushing in.
Perri gasps and shakes under me. “Oh fuck yes..!”
I hum and close my eyes. “You feel so good. Tight and perfect and mine.”
“Yes, yes, yes…” he chants, but Stellan captures his mouth and devours his sounds.
I begin to thrust in and out, gentle at first, but take up speed as soon as he’s used to me. My two tentacles writhe, eager to hold on to something. They wrap around Perri’s inner thighs, allowing me to hit harder.
Perri buries his face in Stellan’s chest again, moaning, and Stellan reaches for his backside with both hands. Our eyes meet as he spreads Perri’s cheeks for me, allowing me to admire how my cock pistons inside him, shiny with oil.
“Do you wish it was you?” I ask Stellan.
His feverish eyes lock on mine over Perri’s shoulder. “Yes…”
“Do you wish you were the one fucking him right now, or do wish you were the one being fucked by me?” Lust makes me risk it all.
His eyes widen, and his moment of hesitation is all the answer I need. I grab the bottle of lube on the bed and uncork it with my teeth. I pull out of Perri to empty half of it over Stellan’s cock and between his legs.
“Finger him,” I whisper in Perri’s ear.
Perri moans, holding himself up with one hand. “Hell yes.”
Stellan doesn’t utter a word—no denial or rebuttal—but a flush is creeping up his neck.
From my position behind Perri, I can’t see, but I can hear the wet sounds from Perri’s fingers sliding in and out of Stellan. Stellan’s eyes are half-lidded and he’s licking his lips. I bend forward, my body covering Perri’s sweaty back, and reach for Stellan’s mouth with my hand. He latches on my thumb eagerly, unable to control his oral obsession when he’s already so far gone. A pleasant shiver rakes my body as I feel his warm tongue on my skin.
My cock jerks, rebelling at the lack of friction.
“Fuck him now,” I say to Perri. “And I’ll fuck you while you do.”
Perri whines and clumsily aligns himself with Stellan’s entrance. His cock is smaller than both of ours, and he enters easily. Stellan groans around my thumb as Perri begins to thrust inside him.
“Gods, you’re both born of my wet dreams,” I say.
I pull my hand away and grab Perri’s waist. I follow his next hip thrust and enter him smoothly.
He shouts, overstimulated. “Holy sh—holy shit… It’s… I—”
From now on, I’m the one leading this dance. Every time I pound into Perri, I push him right inside Stellan. They’re both lying under me, moaning. My tentacles latch on Stellan’s cock. He has his arms around Perri’s shoulders, face buried in the crook of his neck and tongue licking his skin. I take up speed, unable to control myself, the monster stirring. I want more.
I’m fucking them hard now, and Stellan’s head hits the wall behind him. Between two thrusts, I grab a pillow and place it behind his head. He looks at me with eyes filled with so much affection, I feel dangerous words rise to my lips.
I want to kiss them both and devour their moans, but our position makes it impossible and I don’t want to stop fucking them hard.
Perri gasps. “Fuck, I’m—”
Knowing he’s about to come, I don’t stop pounding.
A shout tears from his throat as he comes inside Stellan. His arms give out and Stellan gathers him close. The smell of their arousal goes straight to my head.
“We’re not done,” I say.
