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Without hesitation, I shift forward on my knees, the soft carpet pressing into my skin as I move toward them. It’s reminiscent of that first night with Kendrix—my body responding instinctively to their presence. My cock is already hardening again, eager for more.
Kendrix watches me with a smirk as he reaches over to stroke Xavier’s length. The sight steals my breath; their connection is electric and raw. I can’t help but groan at the sight of them together.
“You like that, baby?” Xavier asks, his dark eyes filled with a possessive hunger that makes my heart race. “You like your boyfriend stroking my cock?”
“Yes,” I manage to gasp out, the heat pooling low in my belly once more.
“Show us how much,” Kendrix urges with a grin that has goosebumps covering my skin.
I lean forward and take Xavier into my mouth first, his thick shaft sliding past my lips as I wrap one hand around Kendrix’s base. Their moans blend together, rough and low, and it only makes me want more.
I alternate between them, taking turns as if each moment is an offering, an act of devotion. The taste of them fills me up—salty and sweet—and each time I pull away just enough to breathe, I’m met with their hungry gazes urging me on.
“God, Scout,” Xavier growls as I hollow my cheeks around him. “Just like that.”
Their hands tangle in my hair as they guide me, urging me to take more and more until I’m drowning in their pleasure. Each gasp from them only heightens my own need—to please them both completely.
“God, you’re perfect,” Kendrix growls, his voice low. I hollow my cheeks and dive down on him again. His fingers tighten in my hair, giving a gentle tug to pull me off his dick for just a moment. “Look at you,” he says breathlessly. “So eager to please.”
I can feel it—the way their breaths hitch, muscles go tight, fingers curl just a little harder in the sheets. That unmistakable tension that means they're close, right on the edge.
And just before they can tip over, I pull back.
I pop off him, my mouth slick and swollen, and he lets out a raw sound—part frustration, part surprise. The other watches, breathing heavily, eyes dark with want. It sends a thrill through me.
I sit back on my heels, my palms dragging slowly down their thighs like I’m memorizing the shape of them. My pulse is still a little wild, and there’s sweat beading at the back of my neck. But underneath all that? I feel... grounded.
Safe.
Wanted.
And also?—
Not done.
I watch them for a second, just drinking it in. Kendrix’s jaw is tight, lips parted, frustration etched between his brows. Xavier’s chest rises slow and sharp, like he’s trying to get a grip—fingerstwitching like he’s not sure whether to reach for me or yank me back.
My lips tug into a crooked smile.
“Wipe that look off your face,” I mutter. “We’re not done.”
Kendrix raises an eyebrow. “Oh?”
I lean in close, dragging my knuckles lightly across Xavier’s stomach, just to feel the way it flexes under my touch. “What, you thought I was a one-trick bottom pony?”
Xavier chokes on a laugh. “That’s... one way to put it.”
“Mm-hmm.” I pout. “Guess I better prove you both wrong.”
And I will.
Because I’m not just here to be claimed. I’m here to claim back.
“Who usually bottoms between you two?” I ask, leaning back, my cock still hard and throbbing in anticipation.
They exchange glances, a silent conversation passing between them before Kendrix shrugs. “We’ve both bottomed before, but Xavier likes it more.”
I can’t help but smile wider. “Show me.”
