He grinned, wicked and proud. “That’s what I thought.” Viktor slid out of my mouth, stroking himself slowly as he stepped back. His hand fished his phone out, thumb flying across the screen. “Stay right there. Keep those pretty lips wet for us.”
I stayed on my knees, pulse racing, suit rumpled, mouth slick with spit and precome, aching for whatever came next.
A knock sounded at the door. Viktor’s voice, calm and low but edged with promise, said, “Come in.”
The door opened, and Malik—a tall, broad-shouldered member of Viktor’s team, with warm brown skin, sharp eyes, and a quick smile—stepped in, closing the door quietly behind him. I remembered Viktor introducing us at the start of the night, his tone hinting at trust, respect, something more.
Malik took in the scene in a single glance—me on my knees, Viktor stroking his cock, the air thick with need and secrecy. His eyes darkened, the corner of his mouth curling in hungry approval.
“You sure about this?” Viktor asked, voice soft but clear, one hand on my shoulder, the other beckoning Malik closer. His gaze locked to mine, seeking nothing but my want.
“Yes,” I whispered, voice hoarse, heart pounding, cock throbbing in my trousers. “Want it. Want both of you.”
Malik’s voice came low, velvet and heat. “You’re sure?” He knelt down beside me, his hand coming to rest on my thigh, the warmth steady, real, grounding.
“Want to be used,” I said, breathless, looking up between both of them. “Please.”
Viktor smiled, pressing a kiss to my hair. “Good boy.”
He leaned back, eyes never leaving me as he watched Malik step forward, hands moving with calm confidence to undo his own trousers. Malik’s cock was thick, long, a perfect complement to Viktor’s, already half-hard and swelling as he watched me, want blazing in his eyes.
Viktor guided me, hand still possessive in my hair, pulling my faceto Malik’s cock, the other hand stroking himself slow and tight. “Open for him,” he murmured, voice a command and a promise. “Show him how good you are.”
I obeyed, mouth parting, tongue flicking over the head, tasting him, letting my lips slide down his length as Malik’s hand found the back of my neck, gentle but insistent. His cock filled my mouth, stretching my lips, the taste of him dark and new, muskier than Viktor but just as addictive. I moaned around him, savoring every inch, every pulse, every sound Malik made as I took him deeper.
“Goddamn,” Malik groaned, his hand threading into my hair, his hips rocking forward, feeding me his cock with careful, hungry thrusts. “He’s perfect, Viktor. Fucking perfect.”
Viktor watched, stroking himself, his eyes burning with pride and lust. “Told you. Our prince loves being used. Loves pleasing us. Isn’t that right, Sebastian?”
I nodded, mouth full, cheeks hollowed, spit dripping down my chin as I worked Malik’s cock, letting myself go, desperate for more, for everything.
Malik let me set the pace at first, his voice a steady rumble of praise. “Just like that. Take it. Take all of me. You look so good on your knees, so hungry. Don’t stop, pretty boy.”
Viktor moved in behind me, kneeling, one hand sliding around my waist to squeeze my cock through my slacks, grinding his own cock against my hip, his breath hot on my ear. “Want to see you messy for us. Want to see you come without either of us touching your cock.”
I whimpered, hips rocking back, mouth working Malik’s cock as Viktor’s fingers pressed harder, teasing me, squeezing, never giving enough. Malik’s hand slid over my cheek, thumb smearing spit over my lips, pushing deeper, voice trembling with restraint.
“Fuck, he’s so good, Viktor. So fucking good.”
They traded glances above me, wordless understanding passing between them, hands and cocks and praise making me dizzy, high, desperate for every touch, every filthy sound.
Malik pulled out, letting me gasp for breath, spit running downmy chin. “You want to taste both of us?” he asked, voice thick with heat.
“Yes,” I begged, eyes glazed, need burning through every inch of me. “Please. Use me. Want you both.”
Viktor grinned, nodding to Malik. “Let’s give our prince what he wants.”
They switched places, Viktor’s cock pushing into my mouth, Malik’s hand stroking my hair, his other hand sliding down to knead my ass, squeezing, fingers pressing against the seam, making me shudder.
Viktor fucked my mouth slow and deep, Malik whispering filth in my ear, both of them owning me, making me their plaything, their prize.
“Such a good boy,” Viktor groaned, cock leaking precome onto my tongue. “So fucking beautiful like this.”
“Take it,” Malik murmured, voice velvet and thunder. “Take all of it. Show us who you belong to.”
I took it all, letting myself be lost, letting myself be found in their hands, their voices, their cocks. The danger, the thrill, the wild freedom of being wanted by both of them—everything I’d ever craved, right here, right now.
Viktor’s hand gripped the back of my head, guiding me deeper, his cock pulsing on my tongue. The taste of him flooded my senses—salt, musk, pure want. Malik’s palm slid down my neck, thumb caressing my jaw, keeping me steady as Viktor’s thrusts grew sharper, every muscle in his thighs trembling with restraint.
