Jean watches, transfixed, his cock dripping fresh pre-cum onto my hip.
“I need to—”
“You need to be inside him properly this time,” Hessou finishes for him, withdrawing his fingers and guiding Jean’s hips back toward me. “Slow. Make him feel good.”
“Come on,” I urge. “Fill me up again. I want to feel you fucking me open.”
I bite my lip as Jean sinks deeper, his cock pulsing, already leaking fresh heat inside me.
“Christ,” Jean chokes out, his hips trembling. “You’re—still so tight—”
Hessou chuckles, his palm rubbing soothing circles on Jean’s lower back. “Easy now. Don’t waste it this time.”
Jean nods, his jaw clenched, and begins to move—slow, deep thrusts that drag every inch of his cock against my insides. The friction is unbearable, my body clenching around him instinctively, and I toss my head back, my fingers digging into the sheets.
“Dieu—feelsso good!”
Hessou’s dark eyes lock onto Jean’s thick cum streaked across my belly, pooled in the dip of my navel, spattered over my ribs, and then he lowers his head and drags his tongue through it. He gathers every thick string onto his tongue, his lips sealing around glistening patches to suck them clean.
Jean groans above me, his thrusts faltering as he watches.
“Fuck,” he pants, his cock twitching inside me. “You—you’re going to make me— Hessou—!”
Hessou ignores him, his tongue flicking over my skin until my stomach is nearly clean. Then he leans over me, his fingers pressing against my chin, forcing my mouth open. He holds me there for a breath, looking down at my parted lips. Then his own mouth softens, and a thick string of spit and cum falls from his lips onto my waiting tongue. It’s not a flick, not a drop—it’sa slow pour, a transfer of everything he just gathered from my skin.
Feels like sacrament.
I moan, compliant, as the warm salt of it curls over my taste buds, and I swallow greedily, my cock throbbing in my fist.
“Take every drop he gave you,” Hessou murmurs, his thumb swiping over my bottom lip to catch the spill. He presses it back into my mouth, and I suck hard, craving every last drop.
My thighs tremble around Jean’s hips, my hole clenching around his cock, and he lets out a broken noise above me, his rhythm stuttering. I tighten my grip on my own cock, squeezing hard at the base to stave off my climax.
Not yet. Not before they’ve both had their fill of me.
Jean’s rhythm falters, his breath coming in ragged bursts, and Hessou pulls back just enough to glance at him, a smirk playing at his lips.
“Don’t stop,” he orders, his hand sliding down to palm Jean’s ass, urging him deeper. “He loves it like this. Look at him.”
Jean obeys, his hips snapping forward, his cock driving into me with such precision that pleasure sparks white-hot behind my eyelids.
Hessou leans down again, his mouth capturing mine in an open kiss. I can taste the remnants of cum still lingering, and I suck his tongue greedily, my hips bucking up to meet Jean’s thrusts. The room fills with the wet sounds of our bodies—skin slapping against skin, lips parting and meeting, the slick drag of Jean’s cock inside me.
“You love tasting him on my tongue, don’t you, my sweet thing?” Hessou breathes against my lips, his hand sliding down to wrap around my cock, his thumb smearing pre-cum over the head.
I can only whimper in agreement, too lost in sensation to form words.
Jean’s movements lose all restraint, his cock swelling inside me, and I know he’s close again—know by the way his thighs tremble against mine, by the desperate, fractured sounds he makes with every thrust.
I feel the mess he’s making, feel it drip down, feel him push it back in with every thrust, and my body opens like it’s been waiting for this exact kind of ruin.
“God,” Jean gasps, leaning over me to drag his mouth over my cheek and jaw, folding my body however he wants. “You’re—fuck! You’re so soft inside, sowet—Louis, I can feel it…”
“More. I want all of you…”
“You feel so good—I can’t—your hole’ssuckingme in! Louis,please—!” he babbles, his cock twitching inside me, his voice cracking into pure want.
Hessou leans down to kiss Jean’s temple while Jean sucks a bruise into my chest; then Hessou turns to me, kissing my forehead, his lips dragging wet across the sweat-slick skin of my face until he reaches my mouth.
