Cal moaned around my cock, the vibration making me shudder. He pulled off with a gasp, turning to Ethan, taking him in deep, choking a little but never shying away. Ethan growled, fisting Cal’s hair, hips rolling just enough to feed him more, to test the edge.
I knelt close, pressing my body to Ethan’s side, letting the heat bleed between us. Ethan’s skin was fire against mine. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, licking a bead of sweat from his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
I kissed him hard, bruising, desperate. Ethan groaned into the kiss, our cocks brushing, both of us leaking precome over Cal’s eager hands.
I broke the kiss, grinning at Ethan, then bent and licked the sweat from his throat, down to his chest, tasting the salt and heat and musk. My hands roamed his body, worshipping the new bulk, the hard planes and deep ridges built in that cell. I pressed my face into his armpit, breathing deep, tongue flicking out to taste him. Ethan jolted, the surprised pleasure sparking a low groan.
“Fuck, Dom,” Ethan managed, eyes fluttering. “That’s?—”
I smiled against his skin, then reached down and guided Cal’s mouth to join us, forcing both our cocks together, heads pressed tight, and watched as Cal struggled to take us both, switching back and forth, working us with mouth and hands and desperate little moans.
“Such a good boy,” I praised, my voice like velvet and iron. “You love being used, don’t you? Love serving both of us—having our cocks all over your face.”
Cal whimpered, nodding, not daring to let either of us slip free for more than a second. His eyes flicked up, pleading, hungry for praise, for more.
Ethan reached down, thumb swiping Cal’s cheek, then fed him his cock with slow, relentless thrusts, holding him at theedge, letting Cal gag and then pulling back, giving him just enough air before pushing in again. “He’s perfect,” Ethan said, gaze flicking to me. “You ever see anyone take it like this?”
“Never,” I admitted, pride and lust thick in my voice. “He was made for this.”
I leaned in and kissed Ethan again, lips bruising, hands roaming everywhere claiming every new line of strength.
“Ready to be fucked?” I growled, pulling Cal off by the hair, making him gasp, spit and precome stringing from his lips to our cocks.
He nodded, voice breaking. “Please—please, I need?—”
“Get the lube,” I ordered, my voice a guttural snarl of command and permission. “And get behind him. Show him how good it can feel before you ruin him for anyone else.”
Ethan snagged the bottle from the nightstand, flipped the cap, and knelt behind Cal. Ethan squeezed a generous amount into his palm, spreading Cal wide with one hand and rubbing the slick over the perfect, flushed skin with the other.
“Fuck. Dom, he’s so fucking pink,” Ethan muttered, awe in his voice. “So hungry for it. You see this?”
“I see everything,” I said, pride and lust braiding in my gut. “Now eat him out. Make him lose his mind.”
Ethan bent, burying his face between Cal’s cheeks, licking from the base of his spine down to the tight, puckered hole—hot, sloppy, relentless. Cal’s whole body jolted.
“Fuck—oh my god—” Cal sobbed, burying his face in the sheets, pushing back into Ethan’s mouth shamelessly. “Please, more, please?—”
Ethan licked and sucked, spreading Cal wider, tonguing him until his thighs shook and his cock was drooling thick strings onto the bedspread. “He tastes incredible,” Ethan groaned, voice muffled. “So sweet, so ready for cock. Never seen anyone open up like this?—”
I slid beneath Cal, shifting on the bed so my face was level with his bobbing cock, flushed and leaking. I took him in one hand, grinning up at him as his eyes flew open, dazed with pleasure and hunger. My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the salt and need, then I swallowed him deep, letting his cock slide down my throat as Ethan’s tongue worked his hole above.
Cal choked on a cry, hips jerking, caught between mouth and tongue, helpless.
I loved it—loved the way his thighs tensed and shuddered, loved the way his hands fisted in my hair. “That’s it, Cal. Take it all. Give yourself over.”
He whimpered, mouth dropping open, panting. I didn’t let up—hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head, using my tongue to torment his sensitive spot just under the head.
Behind him, Ethan was relentless—rimming, spitting, licking, making obscene, wet sounds that echoed through the room. He spread Cal open, rimmed him with wild abandon, then pulled back, panting, slicking up his thick cock with lube. “He’s ready,” Ethan growled, voice thick. “Begging for it.”
I released Cal’s cock, licking up the shaft before moving so my head was right beneath where Ethan lined up behind Cal—close enough that I could feel Ethan’s heat, see the slick head of his cock press against Cal’s stretched, spit-slick hole.
“Do it,” I ordered. “Push in.”
Ethan groaned and pressed forward, his cock breaching Cal with one smooth, steady thrust. Cal screamed his whole body shuddering as Ethan sank deep, balls slapping against him as he bottomed out.
“God, he’s so tight,” Ethan gasped, holding Cal’s hips, shuddering with restraint. “So fucking tight—oh, fuck?—”
Cal could barely breathe, mouth open in a silent gasp, eyes rolling back as he took Ethan’s cock, stretched wide, ruined and wanting more.
