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Max’s mouth takes mine, and there’s no coordination in our kiss, just frantic need.

“Fuck sake,” Nate grits out, and his thrusts pause. “Your fucking dick is touching mine.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t pull out.

Admittedly, I’m dubious this can work at all. That both of them can fit inside me, but Nate regularly shoves all his fingers in there when it’s just the two of us, and they’re pretty girthy.

Can two of them be any worse than that? The burn intensifies, and I pull back from the kiss with a wince. Okay, maybe this is worse. I don’t think I can⁠—

“Give me the fucking bottle,” Nate demands, and a moment later he slides a little of himself out.

He pushes back in, this time all slippery and cool from the lubricant. Max starts to ease in too, and this time it’s much easier. A little uncomfortable, but not unbearable.

“Fuck. This is. Fuck, fuck,” Max stutters.

They ease their way in, both finally filling me.

“We’ve elevated the bromance. I can feel your balls on mine.”

At Nate’s exasperated sigh behind me, I erupt in a fit of giggles. Out of all of them, Max and Nate together like this was the least likely pairing I’d expect.

Max’s chest vibrates with mine as he chuckles lightly, then groans when I clench around them both. Nate’s hand grips my hip tightly.

A hand brushes back my hair, and Noah’s cerulean eyes watch me. “How’re you feeling?”

“Full. Perfectly full,” I pant. “But someone needs to start moving.”

The next few minutes, or maybe it’s seconds or hours, consist of the two of them alternating their thrusts. Hands roam my body, stroking and petting me until I’m edging closer and closer to another release.

“Your stuffed, greedy pussy is squeezing so tightly. You trying to suck the cum straight out of us, little tease?” Nate grunts crudely behind me, and my muscles clamp down even tighter.

“Honeybee, that pretty pink pussy needs to come,” Max utters, beads of sweat trailing down his forehead and darkening his curls.

They both pick up the pace, Nate’s thumb in my other hole included.

I’m dragged and thrown into the deep end as I hurtle fast into my release. It borders on painful as my internal muscles spasm around them, the space too full, too much, but so perfectly perfect.

My forehead drops to Max’s shoulder, and I let out a long, animalistic groan, panting myself through it.

“Fucking pull out,” Nate growls. “I’m going first.”

Max pulls back a touch, and Nate’s release fills me. Then Max shoves back in to the sound of Nate’s harsh, “Fuck!”

Both their releases fill me up, spilling free.

Nate huffs, grumbling beneath his breath, but I’m too blissed out to pay attention.

Eventually we all un-peel from each other, and someone softly cleans up the mess between my legs.

“Fuck, that’s going in the core memories,” Max mutters, pressing a kiss to my forehead, then shakily stands and leaves to clean up.

Nate gently captures my neck. His sharp, intent focus on me. “Always.”

I suck in a small breath. “Always.”

He kisses me, then follows Max.

I flop, star-fishing languidly on the bed as I take stock of every warm, fuzzy cell in my body. Bry’s heated eyes catch mine, and I let my legs fall open in invitation. He’s about to politely refuse, I can see the change in his expression.