Dom nudged the head of his cock in, slick and hot, pressing against Viktor’s shaft, pushing past the tight resistance, stretching me wider, fuller, a burn that made my whole body shake. My hands flew to Viktor’s chest, nails raking over his pecs, desperate for something to hold, something to anchor me as my body fought to open.
Viktor’s voice cut through, low and commanding. “Breathe for me. Take it slow. You’re doing so fucking well.”
The pressure built, Dom working in, inch by inch, Viktor holding me steady, Dom’s hand sliding up my back, soothing, grounding, until finally the head popped past the ring, both cocks seated inside, my body stretched to the edge of breaking. I sobbed, pleasure and pain swirling, sweat pouring down my back, thighs shaking from the effort of holding myself open.
Dom groaned, hips pressed flush to my ass, Viktor buried beneath, the fullness overwhelming. “So tight. So fucking tight, Sebastian. You’re perfect—feel both of us, feel how deep we are inside you?”
I couldn’t answer. My mouth hung open, drool pooling at my lips, head lolling forward, eyes rolling back as my body adjusted, muscles fluttering and clenching around them. Every little movement mademy vision blur, pleasure shooting up my spine, fire licking through my veins.
Viktor flexed under me, cock pulsing, his hands stroking my thighs, urging me to move. “Ride us,” Viktor demanded, his accent thick, words slurred by need. “Show us how greedy you are. Show us what a mess we’ve made of you.”
Dom’s teeth bit my shoulder, hard enough to leave a mark, hips rocking shallow, letting me feel the stretch, the impossible pressure. His hand wrapped around my chest, pinching my nipple, dragging a filthy moan from my throat. “Move for us, pretty thing. Work those hips. I want to watch you fuck yourself on both our cocks.”
I rocked forward, every nerve on fire, the sensation of being filled so completely nearly too much. Viktor’s hands guided my pace, Dom’s hands roaming everywhere—thighs, hips, chest, neck—claiming every inch. They set a rhythm, slow at first, letting my body open, then faster, rougher, the heat building, the friction delirious.
Every time I dropped down, both cocks ground against that spot inside me, a jolt of electricity that made my cock throb, precome leaking over Viktor’s abs, sweat dripping from my chin, my chest, their bodies slick and hot against mine.
Dom leaned in, mouth to my ear, voice a rumble. “Feel that? Feel how full you are? Two cocks splitting you wide, making you ours. You’ll never forget this—never take anyone else like you take us.”
Viktor grinned up at me, pride and hunger and challenge in his eyes. “You were made for this, Sebastian. Made to be ruined, made to be worshipped.”
My body shuddered, legs trembling, hands clawing at Viktor’s flexed biceps, the muscles hard and bulging under my grip. Viktor flexed for me, showing off, sweat slicking every ridge, the taste of his skin still heavy on my tongue. Dom’s hand tangled in my hair, yanking my head back, forcing me to look down at Viktor, spit trailing from my lips to his mouth.
“Feed him,” Dom growled. “Feed Viktor your spit, give him everything, let him taste how much you want this.”
I spat into Viktor’s open mouth, a messy, desperate offering,Viktor’s tongue lapping it up, his lips crashing to mine, kissing me filthy and hard, swallowing every gasp and sob and confession.
Their cocks pistoned in and out, Viktor thrusting up from below, Dom grinding down from behind, my body stretched to the limit, every nerve burning, pleasure building with every slap, every grind, every wordless moan.
I was nothing but sensation—sweat, spit, desperate friction, two cocks inside me, Viktor’s body flexing under my hands, Dom’s voice in my ear, their hands everywhere, my own cock untouched and leaking, my body shaking, ruined, owned.
Bodies tangled, sweat-slick and burning, the heat between us built until the world felt too small to contain it. Viktor and Dom moved in perfect, ruthless rhythm, cocks sliding in and out, their hands never leaving my body, grounding me in pleasure, pinning me in place.
Dom’s breath ghosted over my ear, voice a ragged, reverent growl. “Time to see your face. Turn over. Want to watch you fall apart for us.”
They eased out together, every inch dragging a wild sound from my throat, the sudden emptiness a sharp ache, a hunger that made my whole body strain for more. Viktor flipped me, strong hands sliding under my thighs, dragging me flat on my back, legs spread wide, cock and balls slick with spit and precome. Dom crouched behind my head, hands framing my jaw, Viktor lined up again, guiding the thick head of his cock to my battered, spit-slick hole.
Dom bent down, lips meeting mine, tongue fucking deep, sharing spit and sweat and every shattered sound I made. Viktor thrust forward, burying himself to the hilt, the stretch brutal, perfect, body arching as the fullness overwhelmed me. Dom pressed his forehead to mine, eyes wild, then shifted lower, lining up next to Viktor, cocks sliding together, splitting me open again.
Both of them started moving, Viktor’s hands gripping my thighs, Dom’s arm hooked under my knee, spreading me wider, pinning me to the bed. The sensation blurred pleasure and pain, Viktor’s cock pounding up into me, Dom grinding deep, cocks rubbing together inside me, every thrust sending sparks shooting up my spine. Sweatdripped down my chest, their voices a chorus of praise and filth, every word a brand.
Viktor’s thumb slid over my lips, forcing them open, spitting into my mouth, demanding I swallow it, his other hand stroking my cheek, eyes locked on mine. “Come for us, Sebastian. Let us feel you milk our cocks. Let go.”
Dom’s hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my breath catch, his hips slamming forward, the edge of release in every motion. Their cocks pistoned in and out, Viktor’s voice a low snarl, Dom’s teeth dragging along my jaw, the pressure mounting with every brutal, desperate thrust.
The rhythm faltered, Viktor’s body shuddering, Dom’s voice dissolving into a string of curses and praise. Heat exploded inside me, Viktor’s cock twitching as he emptied himself deep, Dom’s cock pulsing, filling me so full I thought I’d burst, their cum spilling out around their shafts, leaking down my thighs, soaking the sheets. Their groans blended together, a sound so filthy and triumphant it made my toes curl, my whole body arching off the bed.
Neither of them let me fall. Viktor pulled out slow, mess leaking from my ruined hole, Dom slipping free and sliding down, mouth finding the slick, licking up the combined spend, worshipping the place where their bodies had owned me.
Viktor caught my cock in his fist, the head angry red, leaking and untouched for so long I nearly sobbed at the relief. Dom’s mouth replaced his hand, tongue swirling over the tip, sucking me deep, Viktor kneeling beside him, both men crowding around, mouths and hands everywhere.
Dom swallowed me down to the root, nose pressed to my curls, Viktor’s tongue licking the shaft, the base, his hand squeezing my balls, rolling them, milking every drop of pleasure from my overstimulated body. My hands tangled in their hair, hips bucking helplessly, desperate for release, desperate to mark them the way they’d marked me.
Viktor’s mouth replaced Dom’s, lips stretched wide, tongue fucking the slit, Dom’s mouth moved lower, licking my balls, suckingone after the other into his mouth, both men groaning, their faces smeared with spit and sweat and the scent of sex.
My orgasm built like a storm, every nerve burning, every muscle locked. Viktor’s lips sealed around the head, Dom’s hand stroking my shaft, his tongue still working my balls, the filthy praise in their voices a constant, inescapable command.
“Give it to us, Sebastian,” Dom growled, mouth pressed to my inner thigh. “Come for us. Mark us. Let us see you lose it.”
