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“Kiss him, Lucky. Kiss him while he comes on my cock, then you can have him.”
Held tight in Calvin’s embrace, Winston’s body felt electric. Lucky knelt on the bed and crowded in against Winston. Shoving a hand in Winston’s hair, he held him still while he plunderedhis mouth. Every whimper Winston made was taken in, eaten, swallowed by Lucky.
He writhed against Lucky, the friction of cock against cock sending Winston into a spiral. It was too much. Not enough. Calvin’s thrusts were perfectly aimed, pegging Winston’s prostate as Calvin’s fingers brushed against Winston’s nipples, making him gasp.
“You like that?” Calvin did it again. “I can feel the way your ass hugs my cock when I do that.”
Lucky kissed him deeper, devouring him whole. He writhed against Winston, grinding their erections together. Winston was thoroughly pinned between them, he realized as he draped his arms around Lucky’s neck and held him as though he could get closer. There wasn’t room for Calvin’s hand to move much, but he managed to tease Winston’s nipple until it was hard, pebbled, and over-sensitive.
“You’re getting close,” Calvin whispered. “I can feel it building. You’re going to come so hard for me. Aren’t you, Winnie?”
Winston whined his approval into Lucky’s mouth. Winston felt like a wind-up toy whose key had just about reached the limit of how much it could turn before it had to explode into action.
“I—” Winston gasped against Lucky’s mouth. It was all the warning he was able to give before his release slammed into him. He shot ropes of cum between them, making a mess of Lucky’s stomach and his cock.
“God, Winnie, your ass is so fucking tight.” Calvin sounded like he was in awe. Like this experience was just as meaningful for him as it was for Winston. But that wasn’t possible, and Winston was definitely lust-drunk and projecting.
Calvin kept fucking him, but his pace had slowed to a crawl. “Are you ready for him, Lucky? Are you going to fuck Winnie boneless and fill him full of cum?”
Winston couldn’t help the whine that left him. It was part happiness, part need. He wanted Lucky inside him. He needed it in a way he couldn’t articulate.
“Get on your side, Winnie. Get comfortable.”
Winston listened, stretching out on the bed. He watched as Lucky swiped at the cum on his stomach and slicked his cock with it. With Winston on his side, he straddled him and pushed Winston’s top leg up to his chest.
Winston reached for him. His fingertips brushed against Lucky’s leg, and he tried to get a grip so he could pull him closer.
“Impatient.” Lucky shook his head, but he gave Winston the sweetest smile to let him know that he didn’t mind before shifting forward and sliding his cock into Winston.
“Fuck, you feel so good wrapped around my cock.” Lucky braced himself against Winston, shoving his leg up farther to create a better angle. His other hand rested on Winston’s ass. Lucky gripped a handful of flesh and slammed into him.
The air whooshed out of his lungs, and Winston tilted his head back, hung his mouth open, and panted.
“Get your cock over here, Calvin. Get it in Winnie’s mouth.”
Winston reached for Calvin as he shuffled up the bed. He closed his eyes as Calvin lined his cock up with Winston’s mouth. He slid his hand up the back of Calvin’s skirt and pulled him closer, took him deeper.
“Get the skirt off. Let me see,” Lucky said.
He kept a slow and steady pace, driving Winston wild with how good it felt. How full he was. How it felt like he mattered more, here, doing this, than doing anything else, being anything else, in the whole universe.
The skirt was pulled away, but Winston kept his eyes shut. He’d entered some kind of floaty headspace where he didn’t have to think about anything. He didn’t have to make any decisions. All he had to do was what he was told.
Lucky caressed Winston’s ass, his hand digging into Winston’s knee, fingers pressing down into his flesh hard enough to leave bruises. Winston wanted those marks, was desperate for them.
“Fuck him harder, Lucky,” Calvin said. “He wants you to ruin that hole. Don’t you love how he feels?”
“God, yes.” Lucky’s fingers bit into Winston, and he increased his pace, fucking him relentlessly as Winston sucked on Calvin’s dick. It wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, Winston preferred it to sucking on a dildo, which he’d done before and would do again. The difference being when he’d sucked on a dildo, he’d been alone in a shower. Equal parts horny and lonely.
But now he had Lucky, who drove into him with increasing intensity. Whose sounds sang against Winston’s soul like a symphony. And Calvin, who Winston didn’t think of as a robot, a thing. Calvin wasn’t flesh and blood, and he didn’t have a heart the way Winston did. But that didn’t stop him from developing feelings for him.
Lucky leaned down, blanketing Winston with his body. He fucked Winston with sharp, brutal thrusts and begged Calvin for access to Winston’s mouth.
“Kiss him, Lucky.” Calvin complied. “Kiss him and don’t stop until you come.”
Winston turned his head, almost loath to give up Calvin’s cock, but it slipped from his lips and then Lucky was there, all breath and tongue and perfection. Winston twisted his torso the best he could to wrap an arm around Lucky and keep him there. He dragged Lucky against him and let their tongues dance together as Lucky continued his relentless pace.
Lucky whimpered.
