Viktor’s cock pressed to my cheek, heavy and leaking. His hands guided me down, palm cupping the back of my head, fingers carding through my hair, a gentle threat. “Open your mouth. Take me. Show Dom how greedy you are.”
My lips parted, tongue out, welcoming the taste of Viktor’s cock, the thick head pressing past my lips, the salt and heat of him overwhelming. I sucked him deep, hollowing my cheeks, throat stretching as he filled my mouth, Viktor’s groan rumbling through his chest, pride and approval tangled in every sound.
Dom’s hands squeezed my ass, thumbs digging into the crease, spreading me wider, tongue fucking me slow, deliberate, savoring the way I trembled and moaned around Viktor’s cock. “Such a good boy,” Dom praised, voice muffled by my flesh, breath hot as he tongued me open. “You love this, don’t you? Love being used, being made a mess.”
I couldn’t answer. My mouth was full, my ass was full, every inch of me taken, worshipped, owned. Dom’s tongue pressed deeper, his nose buried in my crack, spit dripping down my thighs, every wet, filthy sound making my cock jerk, making Viktor hiss with pleasure as I moaned around him.
Dom pulled back, breath coming hard, and slapped his cock against my ass—heavy, thick, the smack sharp and obscene. The weight of him pressed to my hole, teasing, threatening, not entering yet, just letting me feel how much he could give, how much I’d have to take. “You feel that, Sebastian?” Dom taunted, rubbing the slick head over my rim, tapping, slapping, smearing spit and precome everywhere. “You’re going to take all of it. You’re going to open up for both of us and beg for more.”
Viktor’s hands tangled tighter in my hair, his hips bucking up, cock sliding over my tongue, fucking my mouth with slow, punishing thrusts. “Don’t stop. Keep sucking. Make a mess. Show us how much you need it.”
I worked him deeper, spit pooling at the corners of my mouth, cheeks burning, every breath a gasp, a sob, a prayer. Dom’s hands kept my ass spread, his cock slapping my hole, spit dripping from his lips as he pressed in again, tongue fucking me, then pulling back to spitdirectly onto my rim, fingers circling, teasing, not letting me close, not letting me escape.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Dom growled, one hand squeezing my hip, the other working over my lower back, tracing the arch, the shiver of my spine. “Can’t wait to feel you clench around me. Gonna ruin you, pretty boy. Gonna make you scream.”
Viktor’s cock slid deeper, the head pressing against the back of my throat, his grip relentless but gentle, eyes watching me, pride and hunger and something darker burning in the silver depths. He slowed, letting me breathe, letting me worship him, tongue working over the shaft, lips swollen and wet, spit and precome slicking every inch.
Dom spat again, thick and messy, smearing it with his thumb, the sound making me ache, making me desperate. His cock slapped my ass, marking me, branding me, making me crave the stretch, the burn, the fullness I knew was coming.
Their voices tangled around me, praise and promise, filth and hunger. Viktor beneath me, cock in my mouth, hands on my hips. Dom behind me, tongue and fingers working my hole, cock heavy and leaking, breath hot on my skin.
I was nothing but need—shaking, sweating, stretched between them, mouth and ass full, desperate for more, for everything.
Dom bit down on the curve of my ass, tongue flicking my rim one last time before he pressed the head of his cock against me, not entering yet, just letting me feel the heat, the promise, the threat. “Beg for it, Sebastian. Beg for us to ruin you.”
My voice came out as a sob, mouth full of Viktor’s cock, hips grinding back, desperate for the stretch, the pain, the pleasure. “Please. Please. I need it—need you, both of you, want to be filled, want to be broken, want to be yours.”
Every muscle shook, held taut between Viktor’s cock in my mouth and the thick, urgent promise of Dom behind me. Spit, sweat, and the heat of their bodies blurred the world down to sensation and hunger.
Viktor’s hand left my hair, reaching out, palm up, never taking his eyes off mine. “Lube,” he commanded, voice low and sharp. Dom fumbled on the nightstand, tossed the bottle to Viktor withoutbreaking contact with my ass. Viktor pressed it into Dom’s palm, their fingers brushing, electricity snapping between them, the air charged with intent.
“Get him ready,” Viktor ordered, voice rough, proud, full of hunger.
Cold slick poured into Dom’s palm. He smeared it over my hole, fingers working it deep, slow, relentless, the burn fading to stretch, to pure, molten want. Every circle, every twist made me whimper, made my hips roll back. Dom coated the thick length of his cock, more lube than necessary, letting it drip over the head, spill down my cleft, making a mess of both of us.
“Ready for it?” Dom rumbled, voice vibrating through my spine.
“Please,” I begged, unable to keep the need out of my voice. “Need it—need you inside me, want to feel all of it.”
Dom’s cock pressed to my rim, slow and devastating, the first push stealing the breath from my lungs. Inch by inch he filled me, the burn sharp, bright, then giving way to perfect fullness. My fingers clawed at Viktor’s abs, nails digging crescents into his skin, every muscle straining to take it, to give more.
Viktor grinned down at me, smug and radiant, pride and arousal blazing in his eyes. His free hand stroked my hair, his other flexing a bicep near my face, veins standing out under golden skin. “Worship me,” he commanded, his accent thickening, dark and possessive. “You want to be ours? Prove it. Use your mouth. Show me what you crave.”
Dom’s cock ground deeper, hips rolling, holding me open as Viktor spread his arms behind his head, stretching, the lines of his body carved from shadow and candlelight. I dragged my tongue up his abs, licking the salt from his skin, tracing the deep cut of muscle with desperate, reverent strokes. His skin tasted of sweat, clean and sharp, the heat of his body burning under my tongue.
Viktor flexed for me, his bicep tightening, chest rising as I buried my face in his pit, breathing in the heady musk, licking deep, greedy for every drop, every taste. The scent went straight to my cock, the taste making me whimper, hips grinding back onto Dom’s cock, body caught between worship and surrender.
Dom’s hands dug into my hips, pulling me back, fucking into me with a slow, punishing rhythm, every inch filling me, opening me, making me ache for more. His breath was hot on my spine, his voice thick with need. “You feel so fucking good. So tight, so perfect. Clenching around me like you never want to let go.”
Viktor’s chest heaved, sweat slick under my tongue as I licked and sucked at his pit, savoring the salt, the tang, the primal scent of him. His hands guided my mouth lower, pressing me to his bicep, making me kiss and lick the hard muscle, tongue tracing veins, worshipping every inch. He flexed for me, every movement a show of strength, of dominance, of ownership.
“Keep going,” Viktor murmured, voice pure command. “You don’t stop until I say. I want you to taste every inch of me. I want you to remember this every time you close your eyes.”
My mouth slid up to his shoulder, biting, sucking, marking him with bruises that would last. My tongue traced the line of his neck, tasting sweat and skin, my teeth nipping at the pulse pounding there. Viktor’s hands kept me in place, his cock nudging my lips, smearing precome over my mouth, demanding attention, demanding worship.
Dom’s cock slammed in harder, his hips slapping my ass, the weight of him relentless, the stretch perfect. His hands roamed up my sides, twisting my nipples, pulling a gasp from my throat, making my body clamp down, milk his cock. “You like this, don’t you?” Dom taunted, voice low and hungry. “Being split open, used, fucked and worshipped at the same time.”
I nodded, mouth full of Viktor’s skin, every muscle straining, desperate for more, for everything.
