Now, Rus lay on the bed completely naked with his hoodie bunched over his face.
“Oh, fuck,” Rus said with a muffled groan when someone licked his shaft.
Dylan lifted the hoodie so Rus could breathe, but immediately pinned his thighs over Rus’ shoulders, straddling his chest. It weighed heavily on him.
“Open,” Dylan demanded, pushing the head of his cock into Rus’ mouth.
Obediently, he took the dick, gurgling as he went to work sucking Dylan off from this angle. Despite the pleasure he got from Kaiden deep throating him and the comfort he got from lying down, Rus struggled to take in Dylan’s cock.
“That’s it, baby.” Dylan ran his fingers through Rus’ curls, grabbing a fistful of hair and yanking his head back and forth.
Rus choked, bobbing up and down Dylan’s dick, taking in inch after inch. The thicker cock proved hard to wrap his mouth around, but Dylan’s assertiveness didn’t relent.
Unable to hold his neck in this position, Rus pulled back just enough to ease the tension. Dylan seemed to understand, lightly caressing Rus’ face as he adjusted his placement. After a moment, Dylan started pumping his hips and pushing his cock back into Rus’ mouth, deeper and deeper with each thrust.
His balls slapped Rus’ chin. The head of his dick pressed against the roof of Rus’ mouth, pushing further back with each pump. Rus’ throat constricted around Dylan’s cock, barely able to handle the girth wedging its way deeper and deeper.
“This is what you want, isn’t it?” Dylan bucked harder, faster. “To feel this inside you. To buckle under the command of my strokes.”
Rus gurgled, hands pressed to Dylan’s thighs to ease the brutal pumps into his throat. As he gagged and gasped to choke in a few breaths, Rus slowly guided his hands to Dylan’s sides, cupping his ass and encouraging the rough thrusts.
Just as Rus believed he couldn’t handle it any further, the face fucking eased. He prepared to quite literally tap out, informing Dylan he needed a break, but it seemed Dylan had other plans.
He hadn’t climaxed, Rus didn’t expect him to finish in his mouth, but a nervous part of him would’ve been okay to put off his curiosities a bit longer.
As Dylan slid off Rus, he retrieved a bottle of lube from the nightstand. Rus sat up, wiping drool from his chin and moaning a bit as Kaiden continued sucking him off.
“I gotta be real,” Rus panted, lost in the pleasure of his blowjob. “I don’t know if my ass can handle that level of enthusiasm.”
“Don’t worry.” Dylan sat upright at the head of the bed, back pressed to the wall. “We’re going to start at your pace.”
Dylan continued lubing up his dick, then nodded for Rus to come closer. Kaiden stopped what he was doing and made his way to the foot of the bed. Rus crawled over to Dylan, who instructed him to sit on his lap.
With only a quick shot of his gaze, Dylan’s eyes said so much. No, commanded so much.
Rus sat on Dylan’s lap, quivering as the head of his lubed dick slid between his cheeks, just barely grazing his hole.
“Relax.” Dylan moved one of his hands behind Rus, easing the lubed fingers into Rus’ hole.
“Fuck,” Rus panted, immediately taken aback by the odd sensation.
The pressure didn’t hurt but did make him a bit uncomfortable. As Dylan worked his fingers in and out of him, gently helping Rus adjust, Kaiden slipped behind the nervous guy. Kaiden pressed his chest against Rus’ back, helping him relax. As Rus leaned back, he allowed Kaiden to brace his stance.
Kaiden kissed Rus’ neck, sweet and distracting. The leading kisses worked their way down his shoulder, over his collarbone, and along his back. The tenderness of Kaiden’s affection helped relax Rus as Dylan continued fingering him deeper.
“You ready?” Dylan asked, locking his gaze onto Rus, who nodded nervously in response.
After a moment of patience, Dylan guided his dick and lined it up against Rus’ hole. He clenched the second the head pressed there.
“Relax your body,” Dylan instructed. “Ease your way onto it and just let it inside.”
Rus tried to obey, resting on the dick. The pressure hurt something fierce in comparison to the fingers. He whimpered as the head entered him, nearly retreating altogether.
Kaiden’s gentle kisses and the light touch of his hand massaging Rus’ shoulders kept him in place, but goddamn howeasy it’d be to jump right off Dylan’s dick. Instead, he continued resting on it, letting it sink an inch or so more inside him.
“That’s it, baby.” Dylan wrapped a hand around Rus’ back, pulling him closer.
Rus tensed as Dylan rocked his hips upward, easing his way in further. He used his hand to guide Rus’ body, encouraging this small thrust back and forth.
