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“Please,” I managed around Milo’s cock, barely a word at all.

Dale’s grip tightened on my hips hard enough to bruise, and his thrusts turned erratic, deep and punishing, and I felt the exact moment he lost himself, a low broken sound rumbling out of his chest as he buried himself to the hilt and stayed there, cock throbbing and spilling deep inside me, filling me to the brim.

“Fuck,” he growled, still pumping away as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm. “Goddamn that ass is tight.”

Milo pulled out of my mouth, moving around to my ass. He leaned over, kissing Dale sloppily on the mouth. “My turn baby.”

Dale grinned, easing out of me, cum rushing out behind his cock. “Breed him, baby. He loves it.”

I barely had time to catch my breath before Milo’s hands found my hips, his broad palms covering my entire lower back. I felt the blunt press of him right where Dale’s cum was already leaking out, my hole sloppy and used.

“Still with us?” Milo asked, and there was a thread of genuine concern under the hunger in his voice that made my chest fill with warmth.

“Barely,” I admitted, voice wrecked and raw from moaning. “Don’t stop though. Please don’t stop.”

Dale crawled around in front of me, settling back against the headboard, and pulled me up by the shoulders until I was straddling his thigh. I was close enough that I could feel the heat still radiating off him. He brushed sweat-damp hair back from my forehead with a gentleness that didn’t match the brutality of his fucking, and I leaned into the touch without meaning to.

“Go easy at first,” Dale said to Milo, over my head, like I wasn’t the one about to take the brunt of it. “He’s been through a lot already.”

“I’m always easy,” Milo said, and I felt him grin against the curve of my shoulder.

Then he was pushing in. Easy was a relative term when it came to something that size. I cried out, grabbing fistfuls of Dale’s fur for something to hold onto, my whole body bowing as Milo worked himself deeper by degrees. He was thicker than Dale had been, if that was even possible, and every inch felt like it was carving out space inside me that hadn’t existed a minute ago.

“Breathe,” Dale murmured against my ear, one massive hand splayed flat against my sternum. “You’re doing so good.”

I turned my face into his neck, breathing in that same earthy, rain-soaked scent, and let the words wash over me while Milo bottomed out inside me. He was grinding in slow circles that lit up every raw nerve Dale had already left behind. The stretch of it bordered on too much, right up until it didn’t, until my body gave way and just melted around him instead.

“There we go,” Milo said, voice gone thick. “You love big cocks, don’t you?”

I didn’t have words left for an answer. I just rocked back against him on instinct, chasing the feeling of him inside me. Both of them made low approving sounds like I’d given exactly the right response.

Dale caught my mouth with his, kissing me slow and deep while Milo set a rhythm behind me, steady at first and then building, his grip firm on my hips to hold me steady between them. I was cradled, held, owned in a way that should have felt like too much and instead felt like exactly enough. Pleasure coursed through my body as my prostate was abused over and over again, driving me closer to the edge.

“Gonna cum again,” I gasped against Dale’s mouth, barely a warning at all. “Fuck, I’m gonna⁠—”

“Do it,” Dale said, reaching down between us to wrap one huge hand around my cock, stroking in time with Milo’s thrusts. “Let us feel it.”

I came with a broken sound, spilling over his fingers, my whole body clenching tight around Milo until he groaned something unintelligible. Then he followed right behind me, hips stuttering as he filled me up on top of everything Dale had already left there. For a long moment none of us moved, just three bodies connected together, breathing hard, the room thick with the smell of sex and musk and sweat.

Milo eased out first, slow and careful, and I felt the mess of both of them slide free, warm and absurd and strangely satisfying. Dale caught me as I slumped, boneless, guiding me down to lie between them on the ruined sheets.

“So?” Dale asked, voice rumbling low against my ear, and I could hear the smile in it without even looking up. “How do you feel?”

I took a couple of breaths before answering. “Like a hollowed out corndog.”

What started as a surprised gasp quickly shifted into full-on belly laughs between the three of us.

“A hollowed out corndog,” Milo repeated, still laughing, one big hand coming to rest on my hip like he couldn’t help but keep touching me even now that the main event was over. “Never heard that one before.”

“You can see it though,” I said as I stretched out, feeling every ache settle into my muscles, deep and satisfying. “You know exactly what I mean.”

Dale reached over the side of the bed and came back with a towel, pressing it gently between my legs, cleaning up the mess without being asked. There was something almost tender in the way he did it, nothing like the rough, possessive energy from a few minutes ago. I let him, too wrung out to do much more than lie there and watch.

“You always this attentive after?” I asked, propping myself up on one elbow to look between the two of them.

“We like taking care of people,” Milo said, like it was obvious. “Doesn’t feel right just rolling over and going to sleep.”

“Especially not after that performance,” Dale added, tossing the towel aside and settling back against the headboard, pulling me in against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world. “You held up better than I expected.”