The pressure was insane. I could feel Adrian's cock pressing against mine through the thin wall of Noah's body, feel the stretch as Noah took both of us, his hole stretched obscenely wide around both our cocks.
Noah's whole body shook, a high whine escaping his throat as Adrian worked himself in alongside me. “Fuck, fuck, fuck?—”
“Breathe,” Adrian commanded, one hand on Noah's hip, the other on his shoulder, holding him steady. “You can take it. Just breathe.”
Noah did, chest heaving, and slowly, inch by agonising inch, Adrian seated himself fully inside. We were both buried in Noah now, cocks pressed tight together, Noah stretched impossibly full between us.
“Oh my fucking god,” Noah gasped, head falling back against Adrian's shoulder. “I can't—it's too much?—”
“You can,” Adrian said firmly. “You are. Look at you, taking both of us. So fucking perfect.”
I couldn't speak, couldn't think. The pressure was incredible, the heat, the feeling of Adrian's cock pressed against mine inside Noah's body. Every small movement sent shockwaves through all three of us.
Adrian moved first, pulling out slightly, then pushing back in. The friction was unbelievable. Noah cried out, caught between us, impaled on both our cocks. I gripped his hips,helped him move, finding a rhythm where one of us thrust in as the other pulled back, keeping Noah constantly full, constantly stretched.
“Fuck, fuck, this is—” Noah couldn't finish the sentence, just moaned as we fucked him together, his cock trapped between his stomach and mine, leaking steadily.
Adrian's hand found Noah's throat, held him gently but firmly as we moved. “Tell Dom how it feels. Tell him what we're doing to you.”
“So full,” Noah gasped. “Can feel both of you, every thrust, so deep, can't think, can't—fuck?—”
I thrust up harder, and Noah keened, his body clenching around us. Adrian groaned, hips snapping forward, and the three of us found a rhythm that was brutal and perfect and overwhelming.
The wet sounds of our bodies were obscene. Skin on skin, the slick slide of cocks in Noah's hole, his desperate gasps and moans, Adrian's low grunts, my own harsh breathing. It was filthy and raw and exactly what I needed.
“Touch yourself,” Adrian commanded Noah. “Want to watch you fall apart with both of us inside you.”
Noah's hand scrambled between us, wrapping around his cock, stroking frantically. His hole clenched tight around us, making us both groan.
“That's it,” Adrian growled. “Come for us. Show Dom what he does to you. What we do to you.”
I was close, so bloody close, the pressure building at the base of my spine. Noah's body was hot and tight around me, Adrian's cock pressed against mine creating friction that bordered on painful. Every thrust drove me closer to the edge.
Noah came first, shouting, his body clenching impossibly tight around both our cocks as he spilled across my stomach andchest. The pressure was too much. I thrust up one more time and came hard, filling him, my vision going white at the edges.
Adrian followed seconds later, groaning low in his chest, his hips stuttering as he spilled inside Noah alongside me.
For a long moment, we stayed like that, locked together, breathing hard, bodies trembling. Then Adrian carefully withdrew, and Noah collapsed against my chest, both of us still inside him, come leaking out around my cock where we were joined.
“Fuck,” Noah breathed. “That was—fuck.”
Adrian curled around us both, arms tangled, bodies slick with sweat and come and satisfaction. The only sounds were our breathing, the fading thrum of pleasure, and soft, satisfied laughter that bubbled up from somewhere deep.
For a long moment, none of us moved. Just lay there, skin cooling, hearts slowing, utterly wrecked.
Adrian broke the silence first, his hand sliding over Noah's hip. “Better?”
“Don't know.”
“Honest, at least.” Noah reached across to take Adrian's hand, lacing their fingers together over my chest. “You don't have to know. Just stop acting like you're bloody invincible.”
“Invincible doesn't break.”
“No. It just cracks. Slowly. Till there's nothing left.” Noah's voice stayed soft, but steel ran beneath it. “That what you want?”
I didn't answer. Couldn't.
Adrian shifted, his hand leaving my chest to stroke Noah's hair. Then his voice hardened. “Shower. Both of you. I'll sort breakfast.”
