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With the shared penetration, their movements shared the same rhythm, their gasps and grunts falling in unison. It was beautiful.

The ball pressed in further, and then there was another one at his entrance, larger this time. Jamie exhaled, pushing out and willing himself to relax.

There was a flash of pain as his unwilling muscles gave in to the pressure, and then it was in, filling and stroking him from inside.

“There we go,” Daddy rumbled, sounding pleased. “So beautiful.”

Daddy did something that jostled the beads a bit. The handle of whatever it was settled against Jamie’s balls, a cool, hard line.

For a moment, Jamie just rested there, basking in all the sensations. He ignored the rustling noise, probably Daddy cleaning his hands with baby wipes.

With gentle care, Daddy stroked down both of their sides. He wrapped Neil’s knee around Jamie’s leg, tangling them together.

“How are you doing?” Daddy asked.

Jamie didn’t answer because the question wasn’t meant for him. After nearly a decade together, Daddy didn’t need his words to know exactly what he needed and when to stop.

“I’m good, Sir. Very, very good.” Neil shuddered again, unconsciously thrusting and setting off an answering reaction in Jamie’s ass. It was like Neil was… not quite fucking him, but working those beads around to tease and torment him, tugging at him in unexpected ways.

“Anal hooks,” Jamie burst out. That’s what they were. Daddy had connected the two of them together somehow.

Daddy ruffled his hair. “Clever Dragonfly. Oh, and I forgot something.”

Jamie could hear the squelch of the lube as Daddy coated his hand and then reached between them to jerk their cocks together.

“Fuck,” Jamie cursed, just as Neil let out an inarticulate cry.

It was impossible not to move. Yet every movement tugged the balls inside him and set off the echoing sensation in Neil, which just started it all again.

When Neil thrust and pulled back particularly hard—ah, there it was—there was a sharper, dark pleasure as the hook tugged against him and positively nailed his prostate. It was just on the edge of too much.

No, definitely too much. Too strong. Too intense. Too painfully pleasurable.

And then it was over and Jamie was already craving the next time it happened.

Jamie jerked his hips backward, diving into the overwhelming sensation again, just to see what Neil would do.

“Oh…. ohhhhhh!” Neil’s eyes went wide and frantic in the shadowy space between them. As Jamie kept on pulling, he started to whimper and his fingers clenched hard against Jamie’s.

But he never asked to stop.

When Jamie rolled them back together, Neil met his mouth in a needy kiss.

“My sexy boys,” Daddy cooed. “I think we’re ready to get started.”

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Neil

Neil was lost in pleasure. Every inhalation was Jamie’s body tied to his in an intimate embrace of rope and sweat and cocks that he never wanted to escape from. Every exhalation was Sebastian’s voice and firm hands, directing and guiding him as the ecstasy built and built until he was floating in it. Lost.

Jamie rocked against him, a melody that sung from their entwined legs, to the bright spark of pain and glorious stimulation deep inside him, to the luxurious slide of their cocks together, and up to the hungry give and take of their lips.

He squirmed helplessly, delighting in the bindings along his chest and arms that made him feel secure and small. Completely Jamie’s and also completely owned by Sebastian.

There was so much feeling welling inside him with nowhere to go. So he rocked back against Jamie, driving them both higher.

He wanted, needed, to come.