Page 7 of Loving the Knot

I can feel their cocks, like clubs—very hot clubs. Zoro’s against my ass and back, Xeno’s against my own cock and my belly. They’re all heat and hardness and eager touches, with strong fingers, licks, and bites everywhere they can reach. It’s nothing but sensation.

I can’t think, but that’s okay with me. I’m here, and hard, and aching.

“Look at this pretty little prick.” Zoro grabs hold of my cock, his hand hotter than any ass or mouth I’ve ever fucked. I buck, trying to push it through the tunnel of his fist, but he and Xeno have me immobile, caught between them.

His palm almost covers me, touching me from tip to the base, and I suck in a deep breath. I’ve never felt so small and I’m shocked at how fucking turned on I am by it.

Xeno drops a hand to my balls, tugging. “You don’t get to come until you’ve earned it, baby boy.”

“We’ll let you know when that is. This cock is ours right now, yes?” Zoro meets my eyes, and I find myself nodding in agreement.

His smile turns utterly wicked as I nod, all sharp teeth. It’s sexy and hot, and just a little scary, but that’s hot too. Fuck, they’ve got me all hot and bothered, twisted up in the best fucking way.

“Oh, lovely. All ours to play with.” Xeno sounds utterly satisfied.

I should probably be worried that these two guys who could snap me in half have me at their mercy, but I can’t seem to muster up any worry. This is too good, too hot, and it’s been too long since anyone’s wanted to manhandle me, let alone been able to do it and I’m going to lose myself in it. In them. Until I get to come, anyway.

Until we all get to come.

I groan as the sensations start to grow, spin higher and faster.

I know they have four hands between them, but it feels like more, like they’re octopuses or something with eight hands each, touching me everywhere. Eventually, Zoro bends me over into Xeno, his fingers sliding along my crease, teasing my hole.

My lips part and one leg slides up along Xeno’s thigh, baring myself for Zoro. I want like I’ve never wanted before, everything in me focused and needy.

“So eager, baby boy.” Zoro sounds approving, and one of his fingers pushes into me, thick and dry, the sting as he penetrates me is delicious, and full of promise for the rest of the evening.

I groan and push back, making sure he knows that I want more, that I’m eager for it. Good as Zoro’s finger is, it isn’t even close to enough. Even the rough thrust from lack of lube can’t make up for the fact that it’s only one finger and I want so very much more.

“Oh, he’s hungry. His little hole is begging for more.”

“Please.” I don’t know if I’m supposed to beg with words too or keep quiet, but I want so damned badly that I’m going to lay it out there for them. I don’t want there to be any doubt. I want to be filled and fucked, even if they won’t do it with their cocks. Yet. Whatever that means.

“Get me the lube,” Zoro tells Xeno. “The heating one.”

“Mmm… I love the way that one smells.” Does Xeno have to sound so tickled? And by heating, do they mean… I guess I’ll find out what they mean.

Xeno kisses me, long and hard, and then scampers—yes, scampers, like he’s small and dainty instead of a behemoth—and grabs an old-fashioned looking container and brings it back to us. He opens the top and the scent wafts up. It smells raw and masculine, musky, Like a man in heat maybe. It’s hard to describe, but I see why he likes it.

I think I’d been expecting cinnamon, so this is surprising and relaxing, and I let my knees fall open as best as I can while still standing. It’s getting a little awkward and I just want to lie back and enjoy every fucking second.

“Mmm. Our baby boy is eager. Let’s get him on the bed, Xeno.”

I’m about to protest that I can get there myself, but Zoro picks me up like I weigh nothing before I can voice the words, and before I know it, he’s laying me down in the middle of the huge bed. I have one of them on each side of me, Xeno opening my legs and bending them, pressing them back toward my chest and exposing my hole to Zoro’s questing fingers.

“Oh, whoa…” My eyes cross, and I can hardly breathe.

One slick finger pushes against my hole, then breaches me. Thick, slick, and oh so good, Zoro pushes it deep right off the start, spreading the lube as he goes. And now I know what he meant by heating lube; I can feel it warming inside me. I’ve never felt anything like it, but I’m not complaining, it’s an interesting sensation—a good one, too, and all I can do is pant, my eyes rolling, my abs going tight.

“So pretty!” Zoro’s got control of my ass, but Xeno is making me crazy with his hands, too, touching me everywhere, stroking my abs and teasing my skin with his incredibly gentle touches.

Then he starts on my nipples and the gentle disappears quickly. He’s twisting and tugging on them, making them ache.

I cry out for him, for both of them, because Zoro is going to town on my ass, fucking me with that one thick finger. It’s not enough, not nearly enough, but damn it feels good. I know when he pushes a second one in, it’ll be even better.

“I think he likes it.” The pinching gets a little sharper, a little harder.

I whimper, and I start shaking my head, but honestly, he’s right, I do like it. A lot.

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