"Zero—"
"You feel both of us in there now. Don't you?"
"...yes—"
"Tell me."
"...I—I feel both of you,fuck—"
He starts to fuck me.
It isn’t slow. It isn’t patient. It’s exactly what he warned me about—hard, deep, brutal. Just what I got from him in the basement before I knew what being fucked by Zero meant. Every stroke drives the ache deeper into me. Every stroke is its own small bright pain that comes up the underside of my spine and settles in my teeth. He fucks me like he wants to break me, and his hands at my hips are bruising and his cock is hittingsomewhere in me that makes me see stars, but the pain and the pleasure have stopped being separable. They’re one feeling. They’re happening to me at the same speed.
"Christ, baby. You're so loose for me. He really did stretch you out for me, didn't he?" He slams into me.
"...Zero—"
"Mm. I should thank him."Thrust.
"Zero, please—"
"Please what, sweetheart?”Thrust.
"Please—"
He shifts the angle, pulling out almost all the way out and slamming back in at a different pitch, deeper, harder, and the spot inside me lights up like a match and I am suddenly two strokes from coming.
“Oh,God, fuuuck…”
"Hands behind your back."
I pull them out from under the pillow.
He grabs both my wrists with one hand. Holds them at the small of my back. His other hand fists in my hair and pulls my head off the pillow, and I am bowed, arched, pinned, andso closeto coming I’m silently sobbing.
"You're gonna come on my cock untouched, baby. Same way you did for Atlas."
"...how—"
"He’s my brother. I imagine he’s just as good at fucking you as I am."
He fucks me harder. I can’t breathe. My wrists are locked. My hair is fisted. My cock is dripping onto his sheets and every thrust hits the place inside that is both raw and lit-up and I am—
"Now, baby. Come."
I come.
Hands pinned, hair fisted, untouched, the ache turning the orgasm into something almost too much—I sob into theduvet, I cry out his name, my whole body locking and pulsing around his cock, my release striping his sheets under me. He doesn't stop. He doesn't let up. He fucks me through the aftershocks while I am still shaking, still crying, still trying to breathe.
"That's one." He slams into me and empties the air from my lungs.
More? How could I possibly give him more? I already feel like my asshole is going to break… "Zero—"
"That's one, baby. We're getting another."
He fucks me through it.
Through the oversensitivity. Through the twitching. Through the moment I try, weakly, to squirm forward and away from how much it is. From how muchheis. He holds me still by the wrists and just keeps going. The ache becomes pleasure becomes ache becomes a new place I haven’t been, and Zero is talking the whole time. Telling me how good I am. Telling me how filthy. Telling me what he wants me to do for him tomorrow. Telling me he could keep me here for hours.
