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“Quit talking about me like I’m not here.”
Before Rodrigo could think of something funny to say to cut the tension, Severin straddled the bench and lined the head of his massive cock up with Rodrigo’s asshole. He could feel his Prince Albert piercing.
The head of Severin’s cock was poised to drive into his ass.
His mind stuttered over the thought, unable to process it.
Severin Leduc was about to fuck his ass.
A very unmanly whimper escaped him as his cock twitched and an involuntary mini-orgasm shuddered through him. “Fuck, fuck, fuck...” he chanted under his breath as Severin pushed. The burning stretch, unpleasant and frightening, made him want to fight.
A hand closed over his nape, spanning it and holding it roughly. Possessively.
“Shh. Don’t fight me, Rodrigo. It’ll only hurt more if you fight me,” Severin rumbled. Was that meant to be a recommendation or a threat?
“Yes, Sir.” He set his jaw and let Sev do what he had to.
Stretching wider. Taking more.
Impossibly fucking huge.
He panicked, his mind scrambling for his now forgotten safeword. He opened his mouth to yell stop, when his ass closed over the head of Severin’s cock. It still fucking hurt, but at least that was the worst of it, right?
Severin pulled out, and for a moment he had the joy of pretending Sev had decided against doing this today. Unfortunately, he was only adding lube.
“I don’t want to be bisexual anymore,” Rodrigo confessed to Minnow, who started to laugh again. Distantly he knew her pussy clenching around his cock felt good, but then Severin was thrusting the steel brand of his dick back into his raw asshole, and that commanded his full attention.
“Fuck. You’re as tight as she is,” Severin murmured under his breath, forcing his way into Rodrigo’s body with short, breath-stealing thrusts. One last withdrawal and shove and he was all the way in, swearing in Rodrigo’s ear, his hips hard against Rodrigo’s ass.
“Breathe,” Minnow ordered, tapping his cheek.
He drew a ragged breath, like he’d run a marathon, his heart hammering wildly and his ass aching. Why did people do this? Why did Minnow let them do this to her?
Severin gently rolled his hips, convincing Rodrigo’s body into submitting to his cock’s invasion.
“Son of a bitch,” he mumbled thickly, feeling drunk. He felt pried wide, so full he was sure Severin’s Prince Albert was nudging against his fucking tonsils.
“That’s a good boy,” Severin grunted, his thrusts getting harder. “I love not having to be as careful with you.”
He moaned. Even though it still hurt, there was something else building. A pleasure that made him weak and feverish. Garbled Spanish words escaped him, but he wasn’t sure what he was trying to say, if anything. Mostly profanity. Every thrust jolted him forward into Minnow’s pussy, and they were both helpless to do anything other than take what Severin was giving them.
“Yeah, that’s it, pretty boy.” Minnow wriggled beneath him, finding leverage somewhere to meet his unintentional thrusts. “You like him deep inside you like that.” She moaned and angled her hips to take him deeper. “Fuck. I wish I had a camera. You two are the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Kiss the bitch and shut her up,” Severin ordered.
Rodrigo lowered his mouth to hers, taking her lips possessively. She sucked his tongue and Severin bit his neck and the pressure in Ro’s balls built to the point of pain.
“Please,” Rodrigo begged, but it was too late to wait for permission. The orgasm sucker-punched him. Every muscle in his body seized for long, irregular heartbeats, then released to spasm in a blinding flash of pained ecstasy. Minnow whimpered, clawing at his arms as she bucked under him, her own release milking the come from his balls as Severin’s cock plunged hard and deep into his tender asshole. He bellowed helplessly, skewered between them, agonizingly aware of every pulse of come they conspired to force from his body.
“Fuck,” Severin choked out. His teeth locked down on the back of Ro’s neck, the rhythm of his hips becoming fitful, his breath hot, but the come shooting into him hotter yet, dripping to mingle with his own come that he could feel sliding from Minnow to coat his thighs. He shuddered and both Minnow and Severin clung to him, kissing him. He felt completely raw and vulnerable and empty, but Minnow seemed to know and wrapped her legs around his body once Severin had slowly withdrawn. Sev left for a moment, but came back, wiping come from Ro’s ass with a cold cloth that made Rodrigo try to edge away by thrusting harder into Minnow.
“Good thing you’re at half-mast or that would have left a mark,” she teased, kissing him with unhurried pleasure, as though the wooden bench was more than comfortable enough for her.
“You’re not bleeding. Come on.” Severin coaxed him up, but only to guide him to one of the biggest tables in the room. It was only marginally more comfortable than the bench, and only because it was harder to fall off of. “I probably should have waited for a bed.”
“Oh hell no,” Minnow said, glaring. “I got the floor in the fucking ballroom. If Rodrigo had gotten a bed for his first time I’d be lodging a grievance with the union.”
“The submissive’s union?”
