What Remains #5
I dropped to my knees behind him.
Cal’s ass was perfect like this—round, flushed, already twitching with every sound Ethan pulled from him. I spread him open with my thumbs, leaned in, and buried my mouth between his cheeks.
Cal screamed.
My tongue pressed flat against him, slow and deliberate, tasting him fully before narrowing to tease.
I licked him long and wet, then sucked gently, then harder, listening to the way his entire body reacted—how his back bowed, how his thighs trembled, how his cock leaked onto the sheets beneath him.
“Dom—holy shit—oh my god—” he sobbed around Ethan’s cock.
I pulled back just long enough to land a hard smack on his ass.
The sound echoed.
Cal cried out, choking on Ethan’s cock, the vibration making Ethan curse and thrust deeper. I spanked him again—harder this time—then soothed the sting with my palm, fingers digging in possessively.
“Take it,” I growled against his skin. “You want this. Want us using you.”
“Yes—yes—fuck—please—” Cal babbled, drool slicking his chin, eyes glassy with need.
I went back to his hole, tongue relentless now, licking and sucking, pushing him right to the edge without ever quite giving him what he wanted. I could feel him opening under my mouth, feel the way his body offered itself without hesitation.
Ethan started fucking his mouth properly now—steady, deep thrusts, his hand tight in Cal’s hair, controlling the angle, feeding himself to him inch by inch.
“Such a good fucking mouth,” Ethan groaned. “Taking me so well—look at you—”
Cal’s sounds were obscene—wet, needy, wrecked. His hands clawed at the sheets, knuckles white, as he took everything we gave him.
I slipped two fingers into him without warning.
Cal went rigid, then melted.
“Oh—fuck—Dom—yes—there—”
I scissored my fingers, slow and cruel, curling just right, spank following thrust following lick, keeping him suspended in that perfect, unbearable place. Every time Ethan bottomed out in his mouth, I pressed deeper, worked him open, made him take it.
“Listen to you,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of his thigh before biting it lightly. “So filthy. So desperate. You sound like you were made for this.”
Another smack. Another broken moan.
Ethan was breathing like an animal now, thrusts getting rougher, his hips snapping forward as Cal struggled to keep up, gagging and taking it anyway.
“Fuck—I’m close,” Ethan warned, voice strained.
I looked up, met Cal’s eyes. Tears streaked down his face, mouth stretched and perfect, body shaking.
“Not yet,” I said firmly. To both of them. “You hold. Both of you.”
The discipline in Ethan was instant—thrusts slowing, jaw clenching as he fought it. Cal whimpered in protest, needy and wrecked, but he held too.
Good boys.
I kept Cal spread, devouring him until he was shaking and sobbing, his body slick with spit and sweat. He was wrecked—beautiful, needy, every muscle trembling as I finally let him catch his breath. I pulled back, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and looked at Ethan over Cal’s heaving back.
“Get up here,” I ordered, voice thick with command and hunger.
Ethan understood immediately. He pulled out of Cal’s mouth, cock slick and glistening, and knelt beside me at the head of the bed. I manhandled Cal upright, pushing him onto his knees between us. Cal’s hair was a mess, lips swollen and red, eyes wild and shining with tears and lust.
“You know what to do,” I murmured, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “Show us how much you want it.”
He obeyed—of course he did. He reached out, both hands trembling as he wrapped one around my cock, the other around Ethan’s. His mouth opened, greedy and desperate, tongue darting out to lap at my leaking slit, then over to Ethan’s, tasting us both.
We let him take his time, watching him hungrily as he worshipped us—licking, sucking, moving between us as if he couldn’t choose. He sucked the head of my cock into his mouth, tongue swirling, and I let my head fall back with a groan, threading my fingers through his hair, guiding but not forcing.
“Look at him,” Ethan muttered, voice rough. “He loves this. Fucking loves it.”
Cal moaned around my cock, the vibration making me shudder. He pulled off with a gasp, turning to Ethan, taking him in deep, choking a little but never shying away. Ethan growled, fisting Cal’s hair, hips rolling just enough to feed him more, to test the edge.
I knelt close, pressing my body to Ethan’s side, letting the heat bleed between us. Ethan’s skin was fire against mine. I pressed my mouth to his shoulder, licking a bead of sweat from his skin, breathing in the scent of him.
I kissed him hard, bruising, desperate. Ethan groaned into the kiss, our cocks brushing, both of us leaking precome over Cal’s eager hands.
I broke the kiss, grinning at Ethan, then bent and licked the sweat from his throat, down to his chest, tasting the salt and heat and musk.
My hands roamed his body, worshipping the new bulk, the hard planes and deep ridges built in that cell.
I pressed my face into his armpit, breathing deep, tongue flicking out to taste him.
Ethan jolted, the surprised pleasure sparking a low groan.
“Fuck, Dom,” Ethan managed, eyes fluttering. “That’s—”
I smiled against his skin, then reached down and guided Cal’s mouth to join us, forcing both our cocks together, heads pressed tight, and watched as Cal struggled to take us both, switching back and forth, working us with mouth and hands and desperate little moans.
“Such a good boy,” I praised, my voice like velvet and iron. “You love being used, don’t you? Love serving both of us—having our cocks all over your face.”
Cal whimpered, nodding, not daring to let either of us slip free for more than a second. His eyes flicked up, pleading, hungry for praise, for more.
Ethan reached down, thumb swiping Cal’s cheek, then fed him his cock with slow, relentless thrusts, holding him at the edge, letting Cal gag and then pulling back, giving him just enough air before pushing in again.
“He’s perfect,” Ethan said, gaze flicking to me.
“You ever see anyone take it like this?”
“Never,” I admitted, pride and lust thick in my voice. “He was made for this.”
I leaned in and kissed Ethan again, lips bruising, hands roaming everywhere claiming every new line of strength.
“Ready to be fucked?” I growled, pulling Cal off by the hair, making him gasp, spit and precome stringing from his lips to our cocks.
He nodded, voice breaking. “Please—please, I need—”
“Get the lube,” I ordered, my voice a guttural snarl of command and permission. “And get behind him. Show him how good it can feel before you ruin him for anyone else.”
Ethan snagged the bottle from the nightstand, flipped the cap, and knelt behind Cal. Ethan squeezed a generous amount into his palm, spreading Cal wide with one hand and rubbing the slick over the perfect, flushed skin with the other.
“Fuck. Dom, he’s so fucking pink,” Ethan muttered, awe in his voice. “So hungry for it. You see this?”
“I see everything,” I said, pride and lust braiding in my gut. “Now eat him out. Make him lose his mind.”
Ethan bent, burying his face between Cal’s cheeks, licking from the base of his spine down to the tight, puckered hole—hot, sloppy, relentless. Cal’s whole body jolted.
“Fuck—oh my god—” Cal sobbed, burying his face in the sheets, pushing back into Ethan’s mouth shamelessly. “Please, more, please—”
Ethan licked and sucked, spreading Cal wider, tonguing him until his thighs shook and his cock was drooling thick strings onto the bedspread. “He tastes incredible,” Ethan groaned, voice muffled. “So sweet, so ready for cock. Never seen anyone open up like this—”
I slid beneath Cal, shifting on the bed so my face was level with his bobbing cock, flushed and leaking.
I took him in one hand, grinning up at him as his eyes flew open, dazed with pleasure and hunger.
My tongue flicked over the head, tasting the salt and need, then I swallowed him deep, letting his cock slide down my throat as Ethan’s tongue worked his hole above.
Cal choked on a cry, hips jerking, caught between mouth and tongue, helpless.
I loved it—loved the way his thighs tensed and shuddered, loved the way his hands fisted in my hair. “That’s it, Cal. Take it all. Give yourself over.”
He whimpered, mouth dropping open, panting. I didn’t let up—hollowing my cheeks, bobbing my head, using my tongue to torment his sensitive spot just under the head.
Behind him, Ethan was relentless—rimming, spitting, licking, making obscene, wet sounds that echoed through the room. He spread Cal open, rimmed him with wild abandon, then pulled back, panting, slicking up his thick cock with lube. “He’s ready,” Ethan growled, voice thick. “Begging for it.”
I released Cal’s cock, licking up the shaft before moving so my head was right beneath where Ethan lined up behind Cal—close enough that I could feel Ethan’s heat, see the slick head of his cock press against Cal’s stretched, spit-slick hole.
“Do it,” I ordered. “Push in.”
Ethan groaned and pressed forward, his cock breaching Cal with one smooth, steady thrust. Cal screamed his whole body shuddering as Ethan sank deep, balls slapping against him as he bottomed out.
“God, he’s so tight,” Ethan gasped, holding Cal’s hips, shuddering with restraint. “So fucking tight—oh, fuck—”
Cal could barely breathe, mouth open in a silent gasp, eyes rolling back as he took Ethan’s cock, stretched wide, ruined and wanting more.
I moved up, lining my mouth with Cal’s cock again, taking him in deep as Ethan began to fuck him—slow, then harder, building a rhythm. Every thrust sent Cal’s cock deeper into my throat. Every moan, every curse, every slap of skin, I felt it everywhere.
Ethan’s hands gripped Cal’s hips like vices. He slammed forward, pulling almost all the way out before slamming home again, driving Cal forward, making him fuck my mouth in tandem.