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Dale’s tongue worked slow and deliberate against me, broad and rough in a way that made my thighs shake. I lost the rhythm of what I was doing with my mouth entirely, just holding Milo’s cock against my cheek while I tried to remember how to breathe as pleasure coursed through my body. Milo didn’t seem to mind. His fingers stayed tangled in my hair, not pulling, just holding, watching me moan as his boyfriend pulled me apart piece by piece.

“That’s it,” Milo murmured, thumb brushing along my cheekbone. “Let him work you open. You’re gonna need it.”

I managed to get my mouth back around Milo’s cock, sloppy now, while Dale’s tongue pushed deeper, his hands spreading me open with a gentleness that didn’t match his size at all. Every drag of that tongue over my hole sent sparks up my spine, and I moaned around Milo’s shaft, the vibration making him groan above me.

“Christ, Dale,” Milo said, voice tight. “He’s gonna make me cum just from that sound.”

“Good,” Dale said, pulling back just long enough to speak, his breath hot against my skin. “I’ll use your cum as lube to fuck him.”

My whole body throbbed at that, my own cock leaking steadily onto the sheets beneath me, untouched and aching. Milo’s laugh turned into a groan, and I felt him swell against my tongue, his hips stuttering. I pulled back just enough to look up at him, wanting to watch his face when he lost it, and that seemed to be exactly what tipped him over. His whole body tensed, a deep sound rumbling out of his chest, and then he was cumming across my lips and chin, thick and hot, more than I knew what to do with. I swallowed what I could and let the rest drip down, too wrecked to care about being neat about it.

Behind me, Dale made a low, approving sound, and I felt him shift, lining himself up. He leaned forward enough to run his hand through the cum dripping down my neck and chest, gathering up most of it before smearing it over his cock and my hole, exactly like he’d promised.

“Breathe,” he said, voice rough, one hand splayed wide across my lower back. “I’ll go slow.”

I braced myself on my forearms, forehead nearly touching the sheets, every muscle in my body pulled tight with anticipation. The blunt head of him pressed against my hole, and even with how thoroughly he’d worked me open with his tongue, and with Milo’s cum slicking the way, I still felt the stretch of him like a long, deep burn that stole the air right out of my lungs.

“Fuck,” I gasped, fingers twisting into the sheets. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Told you,” Dale murmured, easing in another half an inch, pausing there, letting me adjust around him. “Didn’t think you’d back down though.”

“Never,” I managed, even though my voice cracked right down the middle of the word.

Milo settled in front of me again, tipping my chin up with one massive finger so I was looking at him instead of the sheets, his thumb brushing cum off my bottom lip before he pushed it past my teeth, easy as anything. He wanted me to taste every last drop. I sucked it clean without thinking twice, my eyes fluttering shut as Dale pushed in another inch behind me.

“There you go,” Milo said, soft, watching me the whole time. “Let Dale fill you up like the good boy you are.”

It took another two or three minutes before Dale bottomed out. He took it slowly, inch by brutal inch, until I felt the full and impossible weight of him seated inside me, stretching me wider than I’d ever been stretched before. For a second neither of us moved, him giving me time, and me just trying to remember how my own body worked. My thighs trembled. My cock throbbed, untouched, leaking steadily onto the sheets below me as his cock pulsed against my prostate inside me.

“Okay?” Dale asked, voice tight with the effort of holding still.

“Yeah,” I breathed. “P-Please. Fuck me.”

He did. Slow at first, testing, pulling back until just the head remained before sinking back in, and I felt every single inch of the slide, every vein and ridge of him dragging against my ring that had never been filled like this before. Milo caught my face in both hands, kissing me deep and unhurried while Dale found his rhythm behind me, the two of them working together like they’d done this a hundred times, like my body was just another instrument they both knew exactly how to play.

I didn’t last long after that. Between Dale’s cock splitting me open and Milo’s mouth swallowing every moan I made, my own release built fast and hard, until I was cumming untouched between them. I spilled onto the sheets with a cry that got lost against Milo’s lips. Dale groaned at the way I clenched around him, his hips coming to a halt.

“Put your cock back in his mouth, Milo,” Dale ordered, his voice low and gravelly. “Give him something to do while I breed him. Then it’s your turn.”

I felt a wave of anticipation flow through me at the thought. Clearly they didn’t care that I’d cum once. Or at least they didn’t plan on stopping there. And honestly, with the way Dale’s cock was throbbing inside me, I wasn’t ready to be done either.

I moaned around Milo’s cock the moment he pushed it back into my mouth, still half-hard from his first release but already twitching with interest again. The taste of him made my head spin. Dale rolled his hips, slow and deliberate, and every drag of him inside me lit up nerves I didn’t know I had.

“There,” Dale murmured, one massive hand splayed across my lower back, fingers nearly spanning the whole width of me. “Feel that? Feel how deep I am?”

I couldn’t answer with my mouth full, so I just whimpered instead, the sound muffled and desperate. I felt Dale’s cock throb in response. That was exactly what he’d wanted to hear. His pace picked up, no longer testing, no longer careful, just steady and relentless. The slap of his heavy balls against my ass filled the little room along with my own ruined moans.

Milo threaded his fingers through my hair again, guiding me and keeping me steady while Dale’s thrusts rocked my whole body forward into him. I felt strung between them, pulled tight in both directions, every nerve lit up and singing. My spent cock had already started to stir again against the messy sheets. That should have been impossible this soon, but apparently my body hadn’t gotten the memo that I’d just cum.

“Look at you,” Milo said, breathless, watching my throat work around him. “Taking us from both ends at the same time. Didn’t know you had it in you, cutie.”

I pulled off him just long enough to drag in a breath, spit stringing between my lips and the head of his cock. Dale took the opportunity to grip my hips with both hands and yank me back hard against him, burying himself to the hilt. The sound that tore out of me wasn’t a word, wasn’t anything close to language either. It was just raw and loud enough that I heard it bounce off the tile somewhere beyond the door.

“That’s it,” Dale growled, his claws pressing little half-moons into my skin. “Let them hear you. Let everybody know what a good boy you are.”

My arms gave out from under me, and I went down onto my forearms, face pressed nearly into the sheets, and from that angle all I could see was Milo’s cock bobbing in front of my mouth, fully hard again, flushed dark at the tip. I took him back in greedily, moaning around him with every thrust Dale drove into me from behind, the two sensations tangling together until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the other began.

“Gonna fucking breed you,” Dale said, voice gone rough and uneven now, his rhythm starting to stutter. “Gonna make sure you feel me for days.”