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Duncan rocked down to meet his probing fingers, and he moaned lightly. “Yes, please. Mm, open me up, baby.” He wanted to ask Malt how he knew to do this, but that was definitely a conversation he wasn’t worried about having right now. Not when Malt’s finger was pushing inside of him so smoothly.
Malt’s thrusts were slow and steady, and his tongue continued to squeeze around Duncan’s cock. His finger was so long that it made Duncan groan low when Malt pushed in to his knuckle, and he broke out in a hot sweat all over. Malt’s spit was sticky and slick, and it was actually a fantastic lubricant.
Duncan was fighting the urge not to come already, and he clawed at the pillow behind his head as he took several deep breaths. “God, that’s good,” he said, gasping as Malt’s tongue unraveled from his dick. “Mmm, it’s so good.”
“I cannot wait to be inside of you,” Malt murmured as he added a second finger. He continued to push with steady strokes, and he nuzzled Duncan’s thigh.
“I’m ready.” Duncan grunted, fucking himself eagerly on Malt’s fingers. The burn had faded fast, and he was surprised how open his body was already. “Mm, so ready, baby.”
Malt pulled his fingers out, and his long tongue shot out to lap over Duncan’s soft hole, leaving a wad of gooey spit in its wake. He moved up onto his knees and then scooted between Duncan’s legs.
Chest heaving, Duncan slid his hands over Malt’s shoulders and invited him closer. The head of one of Malt’s cocks was right there at his hole, and he could feel the other one teasing his ass cheek. He nodded, drawing Malt in so he could nuzzle and kiss his cheek. “Come on, baby. Give it to me.”
Malt turned so his lips caught Duncan’s lips in a soft kiss, and he pressed forward, his cock sinking inside of Duncan’s asshole.
Duncan tensed momentarily, but he breathed through the intrusion. Malt’s cock was girthy, hot, and it felt like it kept going on and on until Duncan was ready to shout. He continued to pant through the heavy feeling, and then he moaned as Malt withdrew, the friction creating the most wonderful electric sensation that made him ache deep inside.
He arched up into Malt’s growing thrusts, and he had never felt anything better. The drag of Malt’s cock was making his thighs shake, firing off nerves with overwhelming surges of bliss he’d never known were even possible. He loved Malt’s weight on top of him and tangling his fingers in his soft fur, and he couldn’t enough of the slow, deep fucking.
His legs rose higher until they were on Malt’s shoulders and his knees were pressing into his chest, drawing out a low whimper. Duncan could still feel Malt’s other cock flexing against his ass cheek, and he wanted it. He couldn’t explain the ravenous urge coming over him, but he knew he wanted that other cock inside of him now.
Duncan reached down, scrambling to get his fingers around the blunt head. He aimed it toward his hole, and he whimpered. “Yes… come on.”
“Duncan,” Malt breathed his name reverently, and he tilted his hips to help ease his second cock in alongside the first. “Breathe for me. Just breathe—”
“God!” Duncan gasped, the wild stretch taking his breath away and causing the pressure in his loins to surge. He was suddenly right there, overwhelmed by the passionate ache, and he sobbed as he came. He groaned, frustrated that it had happened so fast but desperate to make the most of his unexpected orgasm.
He clung to Malt’s chest, sobbing as he grinded down to ride out the dwindling pulses. “F-fuck… Malt.”
“You are so beautiful,” Malt whispered, cradling Duncan close. He kissed his forehead. “Look at you…”
“Sorry.” Duncan fought to catch his breath. “Fuck, I can’t believe I came like that.” He grinned sheepishly. “Your dicks are pretty fantastic, just saying.”
“Those were only my claspers,” Malt said with a shy chuckle as he gently pulled out. He lay beside Duncan, rubbing his stomach. “They are what assist in mating because our mates are often… wiggly.”
“Wiggly.” Duncan took a long moment to take in exactly what Malt was telling him. “Wait, so those weren’t actually your dicks?”
“No. They are my claspers. They become rigid when I am excited and can be used for pleasure, but—”
“Where are your dicks then?” Duncan blurted out.
“Oh. Here.” Malt rolled onto his side as he lifted his claspers, and there were…
Two juicy heads emerged, side by side, wedged between the claspers, and they continued to grow outward. Each was as thick as both of the claspers combined and almost twice as long, and they were a glistening crimson that grew darker until they were jet black at the base.
Duncan had only ever seen dildos this big, and he grunted out loud.
“Are you all right?” Malt asked worriedly.
Duncan’s mouth filled with spit. He had to swallow it back before replying, “Oh. Yes. I’m good. Soverygood.”
Malt smiled. “Are you ready to take me?”
“How about, uh, we start with one at a time?” Duncan laughed. “Because,woof, that is a lot of dick.”
“You don’t need to take both of them at once!” Malt sputtered, clearly alarmed. “I’m sorry if you thought—”
“We’ll just see what happens, okay?” Duncan tried not to smile.
