“Going to fill you up, prince,” Viktor growled, voice thick, words slurring with the promise of release. “Swallow it for me. Let Malik see what a good boy you are.”
The first pulse hit the back of my throat, thick and hot, Viktor’s hips pinned tight to my lips as he emptied himself into my mouth, every broken sound a reward. I swallowed greedily, not wanting to waste a drop, needing to give him everything he wanted, everything I had.
No sooner had Viktor pulled out, stroking the last streak of cumover my lips, than Malik pressed forward, cock thick and urgent, his voice a rumble in my ear. “Open up, beautiful. My turn.”
My lips parted, tongue wet and eager, Malik’s cock filling my mouth in a single, hungry thrust. His hand never stopped stroking my throat, gentle but unyielding, hips rocking as he chased his own release. The taste of Viktor lingered, blending with Malik’s heat, the flavors and the praise making me dizzy with need.
Malik’s breath stuttered, a deep groan echoing from his chest. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he muttered, his other hand cradling the back of my skull, guiding me to take him deeper. “Take it all. Want you to remember the taste of us all night.”
He shuddered, cock jerking, and spilled into my mouth, thick and heavy, the pressure making my eyes water. I swallowed around him, feeling every throb, every pulse, every wordless growl as he emptied himself, filling me with proof of his want.
Malik let go slowly, hand stroking my hair, a silent promise in every touch. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered, pride and hunger tangled in his voice. “You did so fucking well.”
I sagged between them, mouth tingling, lips swollen, the mess of both men slick on my tongue and chin. My own cock strained in my trousers, desperate and aching, the friction of fabric nearly unbearable.
Malik’s arms slid around my chest, strong and reassuring, hauling me back so I sat flush against him, thighs spread wide, body open and shaking with need. His hand wrapped around my throat, thumb stroking under my jaw, his voice low and possessive at my ear. “Let us take care of you now. Let us see you fall apart.”
Viktor dropped to his knees in front of me, eyes blown wide, lips parted as he leaned in, hands deftly undoing my trousers, dragging the zip down slow, pulling the waistband over my hips and freeing my cock. The rush of cool air sent a full-body shudder through me, my cock springing free, red and leaking, desperate for touch.
Viktor’s mouth wrapped around the head, hot and wet, his tongue swirling, licking up the mingled flavors of precome and hunger. His hands splayed over my thighs, holding me open, pulling me closer tothe edge of the rug. Malik’s arms tightened, keeping me pinned, chest pressed to my back, cock still hard where it rested against the curve of my ass.
“Fuck, you’re gorgeous,” Viktor whispered, mouth still wrapped around my cock. “Could watch you fall apart for us all night.”
Malik’s voice rumbled in my ear. “Let go for us, prince. Give us everything.”
I moaned, helpless, hips bucking up into Viktor’s mouth, cock throbbing as Malik’s grip grew tighter, his lips brushing the side of my neck, teeth scraping the skin, grounding me in the whirlwind of pleasure and want.
Viktor swallowed me down, taking me deeper, tongue flicking over the sensitive ridge, sucking hard, cheeks hollowed with effort. My thighs shook, toes curling, every nerve set on fire, every muscle straining for release.
Malik’s hands slid down, tweaking my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending sparks shooting through my core. Viktor’s mouth never let up, working me, worshipping me, coaxing every filthy sound from my lips, every gasp, every sob, every desperate plea for more.
“Please, Viktor, fuck, please, I’m so close—” My words broke off into a moan as Malik pinched harder, lips finding my ear, whispering filth and praise, everything I needed to tip over the edge.
“That’s it,” Viktor groaned, sucking harder, tongue swirling over the head, hand stroking the base. “Come for us, prince. Show us how much you need it.”
Malik’s grip never faltered, his hand wrapped around my chest, pinning my arms, his teeth grazing my throat as Viktor sucked me through the building pleasure, the raw need, the wild ecstasy of being seen and wanted and used by both men.
My body snapped, pleasure crashing through me, cock jerking, spilling into Viktor’s mouth. He swallowed every drop, moaning his approval, never breaking eye contact as I unraveled for them, hips stuttering, thighs trembling, chest heaving.
Malik held me tighter, murmuring praise, hands soothing andproud, anchoring me as the aftershocks rolled through, Viktor licking me clean, tongue soft and reverent, lips kissing every inch, every bruise, every mark.
My breath came in ragged gasps, sweat cooling on my skin, the taste of them still on my tongue, the proof of their hunger still smeared across my mouth, my chest, my cock.
Viktor pressed a last kiss to the tip, Malik’s arms never letting me fall, both of them wrapping me in warmth and worship and filthy, perfect satisfaction.
For a moment, we simply stayed there—tangled and breathless, the hush in the room loud with the aftermath. Malik’s hand stroked my hair, thumb brushing my jaw, and Viktor’s lips pressed to my hip, reverent, grateful. The world outside the door didn’t matter. Not for these precious stolen seconds.
Viktor was the first to speak, his voice quiet but carrying weight. “No one can know of this,” he said to Malik, gaze steady and unyielding. “Not a word. Not to anyone. Not ever.”
Malik met his eyes, the promise clear. “You have my word, boss. This doesn’t leave this room.”
A pulse of gratitude, of trust, passed between them. Malik squeezed my shoulder one last time, a warm, grounding touch, then got to his feet and started adjusting his trousers, fast and efficient. Viktor offered him a nod—something more than thanks, less than dismissal, but it was enough. Malik slipped out the door, leaving nothing but the memory of heat and pleasure and wild, hungry satisfaction.
I sagged against Viktor’s chest, boneless and high, a lazy smile tugging at my lips. “We’re going to be late, you know,” I murmured, voice a broken whisper. “You’re going to have to explain this one to the whole palace if they notice.”
Viktor snorted, tucking himself away, hands gentle as he started helping me clean up—fetching tissues, fixing my shirt, straightening my tie, smoothing back my hair with careful, tender fingers. “Worth it,” he muttered, a rare smile ghosting over his lips, all pride and wickedness and love. “Absolutely worth it.”
I grinned, still a little breathless, every inch of my skin tingling with satisfaction and the secret that now bound us even tighter. “Time to put on a show?” I asked, voice teasing as I tucked myself back into my trousers, fingers trembling only a little.
