My tongue pressed flat against him, slow and deliberate, tasting him fully before narrowing to tease. I licked him long and wet, then sucked gently, then harder, listening to the way his entire body reacted—how his back bowed, how his thighs trembled, how his cock leaked onto the sheets beneath him.
“Dom—holy shit—oh my god—” he sobbed around Ethan’s cock.
I pulled back just long enough to land a hard smack on his ass.
The sound echoed.
Cal cried out, choking on Ethan’s cock, the vibration making Ethan curse and thrust deeper. I spanked him again—harder this time—then soothed the sting with my palm, fingers digging in possessively.
“Take it,” I growled against his skin. “You want this. Want us using you.”
“Yes—yes—fuck—please—” Cal babbled, drool slicking his chin, eyes glassy with need.
I went back to his hole, tongue relentless now, licking and sucking, pushing him right to the edge without ever quite giving him what he wanted. I could feel him opening under my mouth, feel the way his body offered itself without hesitation.
Ethan started fucking his mouth properly now—steady, deep thrusts, his hand tight in Cal’s hair, controlling the angle, feeding himself to him inch by inch.
“Such a good fucking mouth,” Ethan groaned. “Taking me so well—look at you?—”
Cal’s sounds were obscene—wet, needy, wrecked. His hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, as he took everything we gave him.
I slipped two fingers into him without warning.
Cal went rigid, then melted.
“Oh—fuck—Dom—yes—there?—”
I scissored my fingers, slow and cruel, curling just right, spank following thrust following lick, keeping him suspended in that perfect, unbearable place. Every time Ethan bottomed out in his mouth, I pressed deeper, worked him open, made him take it.
“Listen to you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh before biting it lightly. “So filthy. So desperate. You sound like you were made for this.”
Another smack. Another broken moan.
Ethan was breathing like an animal now, thrusts getting rougher, his hips snapping forward as Cal struggled to keep up, gagging and taking it anyway.
“Fuck—I’m close,” Ethan warned, voice strained.
I looked up, met Cal’s eyes. Tears streaked down his face, mouth stretched and perfect, body shaking.
“Not yet,” I said firmly. To both of them. “You hold. Both of you.”
The discipline in Ethan was instant—thrusts slowing, jaw clenching as he fought it. Cal whimpered in protest, needy and wrecked, but he held too.
Good boys.
I kept Cal spread, devouring him until he was shaking and sobbing, his body slick with spit and sweat. He was wrecked—beautiful, needy, every muscle trembling as I finally let him catch his breath. I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked at Ethan over Cal’s heaving back.
“Get up here,” I ordered, voice thick with command and hunger.
Ethan understood immediately. He pulled out of Cal’s mouth, cock slick and glistening, and knelt beside me at the head of the bed. I manhandled Cal upright, pushing him onto his knees between us. Cal’s hair was a mess, lips swollen and red, eyes wild and shining with tears and lust.
“You know what to do,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “Show us how much you want it.”
He obeyed—of course he did. He reached out, both hands trembling as he wrapped one around my cock, the other around Ethan’s. His mouth opened, greedy and desperate, tongue darting out to lap at my leaking slit, then over to Ethan’s, tasting us both.
We let him take his time, watching him hungrily as he worshipped us—licking, sucking, moving between us as if he couldn’t choose. He sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, tongue swirling, and I let my head fall back with a groan, threading my fingers through his hair, guiding but not forcing.
“Look at him,” Ethan muttered, voice rough. “He loves this. Fucking loves it.”
