and threw the other two behind him at Eyce. “Under his hips,” he panted.
They worked together, moving Hex into position, and Eyce popped the cap on the lube, slicking his throbbing length, then drizzling more over his fingers. Echo moved up to straddle Hex’s face, his knees resting on either side of the warrior’s head, and lowered his hips, feeding his cock to Hex’s open mouth.
Echo moaned softly, and Eyce had to grip the base of his cock to keep from blowing from the erotic sight. Shaking his head and trying to focus, he pushed Hex’s feet up to the mattress and spread his legs wide, giving him unobstructed access to the tight little sphincter he sought.
He ringed the muscles with his oiled finger, caressing Hex’s hole until it began to relax under his touch then pushed in roughly with two thick fingers, knowing just how his lover liked it. Hex cried out, the sound muffled around Echo’s slippery prick in his mouth. His hips arched up, pushing against Eyce and riding the fingers as he moaned and writhed on the mattress.
“Look, I know I pissed you off, and I’m so—”
Eyce looked over his shoulder as he worked quickly, adding a third finger and then a fourth, stretching Hex as swiftly as possible without hurting him.
“Holy hell,” Fiero breathed. His hand went to the growing mound behind his zipper, kneading his swelling cock with the heel of his hand.
Echo continued to thrust into Hex’s mouth, whimpering and panting as a fine sheen of sweat coated his skin. Eyce looked between the two on the bed, and over his shoulder at Fiero several times before he grinned slowly. “Get ’em off,” he ordered.
Fiero wasted no time, stripping out of his clothes, practically tearing them from his body, before taking two long strides and molding himself to Eyce’s back. “Need you,” he whispered thickly.
Eyce snatched the bottle of lube from the bed and handed it to his lover. “Make it quick.”
Fiero stretched him quickly, as Eyce continued to loosen Hex. Echo was so lost in his pleasure, he doubted the little man had even realized they’d added a fourth to their fun. Then Fiero’s fingers disappeared, replaced by the blunt tip of his cock, and he pressed into Eyce’s aching channel slowly until his hips brushed against the flexing cheeks of Eyce’s ass. He stilled, his hands resting lightly on Eyce’s waist as he nuzzled the back of his neck.
When Eyce had four fingers sliding into his lover easily, he eased them out of Hex’s entrance, and lined up the head of his leaking cock. Rocking his hips, he pushed in slowly until the crown popped through the guarding muscles, and Hex’s snug channel sucked him in to the root.
He paused when he felt his balls brush against his lover, giving Hex just a moment to adjust to his size, then began a slow thrust, groaning as the man’s inner walls clamped around his aching length. “Not gonna last,” he warned. They’d only just begun, and already he felt the tightening of his balls, the tingling in his lower belly.
Fiero moved as well, wrapping an arm around Eyce’s chest as he drove into him, pushing Eyce’s throbbing cock further into Hex’s tight hole with every thrust. It took them a couple of tries, but eventually they set up a steady rhythm, working together as they raced along the path to orgasm.
“Need more,” Echo panted.
Using just one of his still-lubed fingers, Eyce traced the crease of Echo’s creamy cheeks and pushed through to nudge against his fluttering opening. “Yes!” Echo hissed, pushing back against the finger and trying to capture it.
Increasing his rhythm, Eyce drove into Hex’s heated tunnel, holding the man’s hip in a firm grasp as he pushed into Echo’s tight hole with his finger. His mate went wild, throwing his head back and crying out to the ceiling as he pushed deeper into Hex’s mouth.
Hex groaned, his hands coming up to grip Echo’s ass and parting his rounded globes, giving Eyce a clear view of his
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