I gather some of the leaking cum and push it back in, sliding my thumb inside along Landon’s.
Parker shivers, then lets out a sigh. “We can do that again, right?”
“We can definitely do that again. And we can damn sure switch it around. I’m not gonna let you have all the fun.”
Landon and Parker both laugh, but Parker’s cuts off when their hole contracts around our thumbs.
“Hell,” they gasp, and when we pull our thumbs free, more cum drips out.
Landon moans, then ducks his head and licks it away. “Oh, fucking fuck,” Parker nearly yells. “Are youtrying to kill me?”
Landon pops back up, eyes wide. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have done that without asking.”
I blink at him because, really, it’s fucking unreal how hot that was, and my brain isn’t quite up to speed.
Parker laughs. “No. Don’t be sorry, Lan. I didn’t say stop. I said, ‘Oh, fucking fuck.’”
I watch in fascination as Landon and Parker stare at each other. Landon’s chest heaves, then he leans back over, dragging his tongue across Parker’s cum-slick hole.
My cock thickens, and Parker moans. What Landon’s missing in experience he makes up for in enthusiasm, and it’s not long before Parker is digging their fingers into Landon’s hair and writhing on the bed.
I can’t let Landon have all the fun, though, so I nudge his shoulder, and when he gets the memo, I dive in with him. Parker gasps and groans, their hole contracting against my tongue.
“Fuck,” they pant. “Fucking fuck, I’m gonna come. How is this gonna make me come?”
They’re babbling barely coherent words as Landon and I tangle our tongues together, licking and sucking on their hole. I can taste myself and Landon, and when I work the tip of my tongue inside, Parker nearly sobs.
“Close, close, close.”
Landon’s grinding his dick against the bed below him, and my cock is pulsing with each beat of my heart.
With a choked-off moan and a raspy whine, Parker convulses. I pull away in time to watch their untouched cock jerk, pearly stripes of cum shooting out and landing on their heaving chest. Landon moans, burying his face deeper as Parker thrashes around like they’re trying to get Landon to give them more.
I can’t take it. I push myself onto my knees and grip my cock, stroking it quick and hard. Landon cries out, his ass flexing as he fucks against the bed. Goddamn, he’s coming. Just from that. It takes less than ten strokes before my cum is joining Parker’s on their chest.
I crash to the bed, so fucked out and exhausted I can’t even think about sitting up anymore, and roll onto my back, holding my arms open. “Come here, you two.”
Parker rolls into my side, resting their head over my chest, and without a fight, Landon maneuvers himself up to my other side, sinking against my body and catching Parker’s hand with his own. They both snuggle closer, resting their clasped hands on my lower stomach.
We lie in comfortable silence together. We’ll eventually have to clean ourselves up, but the sheets and Parker are already ruined, so there’s really no rush.
“You know what I was thinking?” Parker asks abruptly, sitting up and looking down at me, keeping their fingers tangled through Landon’s.
I hum. “What were you thinking, Cotton Candy?”
“You need a nickname.”
Landon chuckles softly. “Yeah, he does, doesn’t he?”
I shake my head. “Nah. I don’t need a nickname.”
“Youdo,though.” Parker raises an eyebrow at me. “I’m Cotton Candy and Lovebug, and Landon is Cutie—”
“Don’t forget about pretty baby,” Lan chimes in.
Pink dusts Parker’s cheekbones. “Yes, and pretty baby. But you don’t have a nickname.”
“I don’t need one.”
