“That's it. Take it,” he said, hand possessive in my hair, guiding without forcing. “All of it. Show me you can.”
Noah glanced up, caught the way Adrian fed himself to me, and groaned deep in his chest. He sucked me down harder, cheeks hollowed, swallowing around the head of my cock until I was panting around Adrian's length, lips stretched wide, jaw aching in the best way.
Almost too much. Noah's mouth on my cock, Adrian's cock filling my mouth, both pressing in on all sides, giving and demanding, grounding me in my body in a way nothing else could.
Adrian stroked my cheek, thumb brushing the corner of my mouth where saliva was starting to leak out. “Look at you. Taking what you're given. Being so good for us.”
Noah's hand found my balls again, rolling them, tugging gently, then his fingers pressed lower, circling my hole with slick pressure. When did he get lube? I didn't care. His mouth worked my cock, tongue dancing along the underside, teasing that spot just beneath the head that made me see stars. My hips jerked involuntarily, and Noah hummed in approval, the vibration travelling through my cock and making my jaw go slack around Adrian's length.
“Fuck, your mouth,” Adrian groaned, hips rocking forward slightly. “So fucking perfect.”
Noah's finger pressed inside me, just the tip, and I moaned around Adrian's cock. The sensation was overwhelming. Noah'smouth on me, Adrian's cock heavy on my tongue, and now Noah's finger working me open with slow, deliberate pressure.
Adrian's hand tightened in my hair, not painful but possessive, keeping me in place as he began to thrust shallowly into my mouth. “That's it. Just like that. Take it. Take all of it.”
Noah added a second finger, stretching me, the burn giving way to pleasure as he crooked them just right, finding that spot inside me that made my whole body jerk. He didn't let up on my cock, still sucking, still working me with tongue and lips and throat while his fingers fucked into me with increasing purpose.
I was drowning in sensation. Every nerve ending lit up, every touch magnified. Adrian's cock sliding over my tongue, Noah's mouth hot and wet around me, Noah's fingers inside me hitting that spot over and over until I couldn't think, could only feel.
“He's close,” Adrian said, watching my face. “I can see it. Don't let him come yet.”
Noah pulled off my cock with an obscene pop, his fingers still working inside me. “Evil bastard.”
“Your evil bastard.” Adrian's voice was rough with possession. “Now get up here.”
Noah withdrew his fingers slowly, the loss making me whimper around Adrian's cock. He moved up my body, straddling my thighs, and I got a proper look at him. Lips swollen and red, pupils blown wide, his own cock hard and leaking against his stomach.
Adrian pulled out of my mouth, giving me a moment to breathe. Saliva connected my lips to his cock before breaking. He grabbed Noah by the back of the neck, pulled him into a bruising kiss that was all tongue and teeth and raw hunger.
I watched them, chest heaving, my cock throbbing and abandoned. The sight of them kissing over me, Adrian's hand tight in Noah's hair, Noah's whimper when Adrian bit his lip, it was almost enough to make me come untouched.
Adrian broke the kiss, turned to me. “Think you can handle both of us?”
“Yeah.”
“Good boy.” He reached for the lube on the nightstand, tossed it to Noah. “Get him ready.”
Noah squeezed lube onto his fingers, warmed it between his palms, then reached down between my legs. He didn't tease this time, just pressed two fingers inside me, working me open with practiced ease. The stretch burned, but I relaxed into it, let him work me until he could fit three fingers, scissoring them, making sure I could take it.
“Fuck, you're tight,” Noah breathed, working his fingers deeper. “Even after all this time, you're still so bloody tight.”
Adrian's hand wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly, keeping me hard and desperate while Noah prepared me. “That's because he spends all his time wound up like a spring. Never lets go. Never relaxes.” He leaned down, pressed a kiss to my jaw. “But he lets go for us, doesn't he? Lets us take him apart.”
I nodded, couldn't form words. Noah's fingers curled inside me, hitting my prostate, and I gasped, hips bucking up into Adrian's grip.
“There it is,” Noah said with satisfaction. He withdrew his fingers, grabbed the lube again, and slicked up my cock with quick, sure strokes. Then he positioned himself over me, one hand braced on my chest, the other guiding my cock to his entrance.
He sank down slowly, tight heat enveloping me inch by inch. His breath came out in short, sharp gasps as he took me, his body trembling with the effort of going slow when we both wanted fast and hard and brutal.
“Bloody hell, Dom,” he breathed when he was fully seated, hips flush against mine. “You feel so good. So fucking good.”
Adrian's hand slid to Noah's hip, holding him steady. “Don't move yet.” He shifted position, kneeling behind Noah, and I realised what was about to happen.
Noah's eyes went wide. “Adrian?—”
“You can take it. You've done it before.” Adrian's voice was low, commanding. “Trust me.”
Noah nodded, breathing deep, and I felt him relax around me. Adrian pressed the head of his cock against Noah's entrance, right above where I was buried inside him, and began to push in.
