The television cast a dim, shifting glow across the living room, its romance flick forgotten amid the charged silence. Ben lounged between Knox and Paxton on the worn couch, his parents out of town and Patty vanished for the weekend. Tension thickened the air like summer heat. Knox's gaze burned into him first. "You keep shifting like that, Ben, and I'll think you're begging for trouble instead of watching this drivel," he drawled, voice laced with wry amusement.
Ben smirked, refusing to back down. "Trouble? From you two? Please. This movie's the only thing keeping me from roasting your terrible taste in everything else." Paxton chuckled low, leaning closer. "Roast away. But admit it—you're curious what happens when the lights stay low and the company gets handsy." Their banter sparked, sharp and playful, building an electric undercurrent that made Ben's pulse quicken.
Knox moved first, grabbing Ben by the jaw with a grin. "Curious doesn't cover it. You're practically dripping with it." He kissed Ben hard, tongue pushing deep in a claiming stroke that left Ben gasping. Ben barely recovered before Knox hauled him sideways onto Paxton's lap. Paxton's hands locked around Ben's waist, holding firm while Knox kissed down his throat, biting and sucking marks that bloomed hot against skin. Ben's hips jerked instinctively, grinding down against the hard bulge under him, feeling Paxton's cock throb through denim.
"Horny much?" Paxton teased, nibbling Ben's ear, his breath hot and panting. "Grinding like you can't wait for more than movie night." Ben shot back, voice steady despite the rush, "Maybe I can't. You two are all talk until someone calls your bluff." Knox worked at his throat, teeth scraping, tongue soothing each bite, while Ben's body heated, sweating lightly under their attention. The seduction built slow, deliberate, every touch stoking the fire without rushing the payoff.
They moved together seamlessly. Knox stripped Ben's shirt off, then his pants, yanking everything down until Ben was naked between them, cock already hard and leaking. Knox dropped to his knees between Ben's spread thighs and shoved his face in, tongue pushing straight into Ben's hole. The wet, filthy sound filled the room. Ben arched hard, grinding back on Knox's tongue while Paxton groaned into his shoulder, fingers pinching nipples, tugging and twisting until sparks flew.
"Fuck, you taste like you were made for this," Knox muttered between licks, reaching up to wrap a hand around Ben's cock, stroking rough and fast. Ben panted, "Witty as ever, but prove it." Paxton pulled spit-slick fingers from Ben's mouth and pushed two into his hole alongside Knox's tongue, scissoring deep, stretching him wider. Ben's moans turned desperate, body shaking, caught between the dual assault that left his ass wet and dripping.
Ben's cock pulsed in Knox's grip. He came with a broken cry, shooting down Knox's throat. Knox swallowed every drop, sucking him through it, tongue still working his hole open as cum spilled hot. They didn't give him time to recover, flipping Ben onto his stomach, shoving his face into cushions and yanking his hips up. Ben's knees spread wide, ass pushed high and exposed, the television flickering forgotten behind them.
Knox spread Ben's cheeks, both men staring at the stretched rim twitching around nothing. Paxton ran fingers around the loose opening, pushing four inside without resistance. Ben's hole swallowed them easily. "Think he can take both?" Knox growled, pressing his cockhead against the entrance. Paxton pulled free. "Let's find out." They lined up, thrusting forward together. Ben's rim stretched wide around both thick cocks, inch by inch sinking deeper until heads popped through.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck," Ben gasped, back arching, pushing his ass back to drive them deeper. Paxton and Knox started moving, thrusting together then alternating, gripping hips to slam harder. The rhythm built rough and relentless, wet sounds echoing as both cocks pounded in and out. "That's it, take it," Knox snarled. "Moan like the whore you are." Ben's voice cracked with wit intact. "Make me, if you can keep up." Paxton's hand slapped Ben's ass. "Arch that back more. Show us how much you want it."
Ben obeyed, chest down, ass higher, taking everything while Knox stroked his cock again, finding it hard and leaking. "Listen to you. Such a fucking slut for two cocks." Ben's body shook, sweating and panting, rim gripping tight despite the stretch. They fucked him deep until Ben came again, cum dripping as the night promised far more than one chapter could hold.
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