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This time, it feels intentional.
My shirt hits the floor. Xavier’s follows—though he leaves his glasses on, which somehow only makes this hotter. Kendrix leans in and kisses my shoulder, my jaw, my spine. It’s as if they’re mapping me with their mouths, reminding me where they’ve been.
I reach for Xavier’s hand, threading our fingers together without thinking. He squeezes back—steady, grounding. Kendrix shifts closer behind me, his breath warm against the nape of my neck, hair falling into his eyes.
“You want this?” he murmurs.
“You,” I breathe. “Yeah. I want you.”
Both of them.
Kisses trail down my chest. Their touches are reverent, but not hesitant. They know me. Know this body. But right now isn’t about what they know—it’s about how we feel. And right now, it feels like something holy.
Like I’m chosen.
“Let us show you how much we want you,” he murmurs, his voice sultry, sending shivers cascading down my spine.
Xavier pulls away just enough to give Kendrix room, and I catch a glimpse of the hunger etched across his face. Themoment feels electric, like the air is charged with our unspoken desires. I nod, breathless and eager for what’s to come.
The carpet brushes against my knees as I sink down, breath caught somewhere between disbelief and anticipation. They follow—both of them—dropping to the floor without hesitation.
Kendrix shifts behind me. I can feel the warmth radiating from his body, and it sends a thrill racing through me. Just as I’m lost in the sensation of Xavier’s kiss, Kendrix’s hands slide down my sides, exploring every inch of my torso before they find their way to my hips.
He wraps one arm around my waist and flattens his other hand, slides it up my spine, and gently pushes me down to all fours. I can sense his body shift as he moves backwards, but I don’t turn my head. Instead, Xavier’s eyes demand my attention.
Suddenly, both his hands are around my hips, digging his nails into the flesh. My heart races as I feel his breath against my skin.
“Just relax,” he whispers, and I do—giving in to the sensations.
I feel his mouth on my shoulder first, hot and teasing as he kisses a path down my back, to my waist, and the anticipation builds to a fever pitch as his warm breath teases the small of my back. A subtle shift in the warmth beside my leg tells me he's changed positions again. I can feel his fingers glide down the back of one thigh. I gasp as his hot breath skims over the other and I realize what he intends to do.
“Just let go,” he encourages, and there’s something in his voice that sends a thrill through me—an assurance that I’m safe, wanted.
Xavier moves in front of me, coming closer, and just when I open my mouth, his hands slide under my shoulders, lifting me up to my knees.
And then it happens. Xavier’s lips wrap around me, taking me deep into his mouth with an exquisite slowness that pushes all thoughts from my mind. I can’t help but moan, the sound escaping my lips unbidden as pleasure washes over me. His tongue swirls around the tip before he pulls away slightly, teasing me with just enough distance to make it unbearable.
Kendrix seizes the moment, his hands parting my cheeks, and his tongue flicks out to explore where I crave him most. The sensation is electric; a jolt of pleasure shoots through me as he lavishes attention on my sensitive hole. I shudder at the dual sensations—a perfect blend of heat and wetness enveloping me from both ends.
I can hardly keep still; my body instinctively arches toward them, seeking more as they take turns claiming me. Xavier pulls back only to dive deeper again, while Kendrix’s mouth explores every inch of me with fervor. It feels like they’re communicating without words—a dance of desire where every movement speaks volumes about how much they want me.
“God, you taste so good,” Kendrix growls against my skin, sending another wave of pleasure coursing through me as his tongue dances lower still. I clasp my hands behind my head, muscles trembling, trying to hold myself together even as every part of me begs for release.
As Xavier takes me deeper still, I feel Kendrix's warm breath ghost over the sensitive skin between my cheeks. My body instinctively responds.
“Please… don’t stop,” I manage to breathe out.
“Scout,” Xavier murmurs against my skin, as if sensing the brink I’m teetering on. The sound sends another rush through me. “Come for us.”
The world fractures around me as pleasure explodes through my body, a tidal wave of ecstasy that leaves me breathless andtrembling. I cry out, my voice mingling with the sounds of their own desire as I spill myself into Xavier's waiting mouth.
I’m shaky after, blinking like I just woke up from something.
And I don’t feel embarrassed. I just feel... seen.
As the aftershocks fade, Xavier and Kendrix pull back and move to stand side by side at the foot of the bed. Their eyes gleam with satisfaction, watching me like I’m a piece of art they’ve just finished creating.
“Crawl to us,” Kendrix commands as he sits on the bed and Xavier copies his actions.
