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Before I can ask what he’s planning, the familiar tingle of his magic buzzes in the air and Rory gasps, his spine arching. Cas slides a hand to his ass and runs his palm across the round curves, those gasps morphing into moans.

Curiosity gets the better of me, and I glance around to find Johnny and Danny have disappeared.

Just as well.

“What did you do?” I ask, but instead of answering, Cas guides my hand to Rory’s ass. He steers my fingers until they land on something that makes him moan again. “Is that…”

“A plug—a big one, but we’ll need to increase the size a few times. He’ll need some time to stretch while we take him home.” He grips Rory’s chin and points his face towards his. “Do you know what we’re going to do to you when we get there?” I push on the plug again and Rory is almost delirious as his mouth sags open, nodding.

“We’re leaving,” I announce, and neither of them argue as I march us straight to the exit.

Chapter 22

Rory

Every tiny bump on the road shifts the plug and sends a jolt through my body. Cas has already increased the size of the plug once, and I’m simultaneously nervous and terrified at what’s about to happen.

I mean, demon dicks arebig.Who knew, right?

Andtwoof them?

I fan myself as my skin overheats.

Beside me in the front seat, Amon’s hand inches perilously higher on my thigh, swirling in a teasing loop as he scoots higher and higher. A barely-there touch brushes against my balls, hitting me like a bolt of lightning.

“Amon,” I moan, parting my knees as much as possible while driving, and a single finger slides up my sac and along the ridge of my erection.

That finger teases up and down, my cock flexing against my pants as he grabs the tag of my zipper. “Gods, you are so hard for us, Rory.”

Without warning, he yanks my zipper down with a whir and works my cock free from my pants. The engine revs as my thighs tense, my foot flexing on the pedal as my muscles kick out in response. Up and down, he taunts me with patient strokes, too gentle to give me the friction I crave.

There’s a raging need inside this car that’s smothering all three of us with its intensity. I whine in protest when Amon removes his hand and swipes his fingers over the leaking tip of my cock, watching in the rearview mirror as he pushes them into Cas’s mouth.

“Our boy is delicious, isn’t he?” Cas moans as Amon slides them between his lips, forcing Cas to suck the pre-cum off his fingers.

He pushes deeper until Cas gags, saliva pooling at the corner of his mouth and forming a river on his chin as his eyes water. I move my gaze to Amon’s lap, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Good boy,” Amon purrs, his fingers glistening with spit as he pulls them out. He leaves a wet trail my cock as he grips me again, pumping me with more power.

When his touch moves below my balls and pushes on my taint, I can’t help the moan that crawls from my throat. “Fuck, you sound as good as you taste,” Cas says, leaning forward to watch Amon run his hand along my length. “How far are we from home?”

“Just a few minutes,” I breathe as Amon strokes faster, my hips flexing up into his grip. Cas reaches between the seats, palming Amon’s dick through his pants. This time it’s him who groans, collecting more of my pre-cum on his fingers and sucking them into his own mouth.

Amon’s other hand grabs Cas’s wrist, using it as leverage as he thrusts against his palm. “Fuck,” he grunts, head falling back on the seat as he sucks on his fingers. There’s a rip and a pop as Cas tears the button off Amon’s pants and destroys the zipper. Cas seizes him by the throat and pins him in place, pulling his cock out and fisting the thick length.

“Cas,” Amon rasps, his breath cut off by the hand around his neck as he thrusts his hips in a helpless, jerky motion. Doing my best to watch while not wrecking us, I peek down at the angry, red head of his cock, sticky with arousal as it slides through the cage of Cas’s fingers.

He groans a series of low, long curses, his face flushed and teeth clenched. “Cas… fuck,Cas! You’re going to…”

Cas holds him in place as he struggles, the veins in Amon’s neck popping as his breath is restricted. “Look at you, so perfectly ruined for us,” Cas murmurs, tightening his grip as he strokes faster. “Mighty, powerful Amon, begging to come with my hand down his pants. It’s so fucking filthy, isn’t it?”

Another helpless sound leaves Amon’s mouth and Cas chuckles, a low, entertained rumble. “Who knew that deep down, you really are a good boy? Do you need permission to come? Is that what’s wrong?”

“Fuck… you…” Amon grits out, still thrusting wildly as Cas jerks him, all control gone.

“Not tonight, baby. Tonight, we’re both fucking our boy. Tell me, are you ready to share that tight ass?” That’s all it takes for Amon to shout, so loud it vibrates through the car as he comes. A splash of cum hits his chin and more splatters up the front of his shirt. Cas murmurs quiet praises as Amon’s cock throbs in his grip, covering his hand with his release.

“Look at how needy you’ve made our boy,” Cas whispers into Amon’s ear, and I realize I’m rocking in my seat, grinding and desperately seeking friction as my cock sticks out from myzipper. The plug in my ass stretches further as a rush of magic hits me, hitting spots that make colors spark in my field of vision.