It hurts. He can feel the stretch, his hole burning as Hamilton fits Laurens cock inside, and he bucks, his muscles clenching and giving out, and when his trembling legs do go limp, Laurens is only driven deeper beside Hamilton. He can feel the way Hamilton retreats and Lauren's cock just forward to eat up the new space. There is no place inside him that is not stretched and used.
They're inside him. They're both inside him, and he feels mad with it, that he wants this, that he wants them both to knot him, mate him, breed him. And the though of both of their releases, swirling and mixing together by the motions of their arousals somewhere deep inside him, where it might catch and thicken him and they wouldn't know--it makes him wild.
He is limp now, between their bodies. He is trembling, sweat beading down his head, and his chest heaving. And he's mewling, and his knees are catching against the mattress though he cannot support himself.
"It hurts," he says, voice shaking, even as he bucks his hips again, tilts his ass up, so that he can feel more the helpless spasming of his entrance. "oh, please," he says, doesn't know what he's asking for, as he clenches down hard again and chokes.
He wants them both. But he can't, can he? They won't fit. But he wants it. He bites down on Lauren's neck, on that place mates bite. Hard enough to break skin, because he wants it. And he wants Hamilton to keep going. Reaches back, urges him harder, faster.
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They're inside him. They're both inside him, and he feels mad with it, that he wants this, that he wants them both to knot him, mate him, breed him. And the though of both of their releases, swirling and mixing together by the motions of their arousals somewhere deep inside him, where it might catch and thicken him and they wouldn't know--it makes him wild.
He is limp now, between their bodies. He is trembling, sweat beading down his head, and his chest heaving. And he's mewling, and his knees are catching against the mattress though he cannot support himself.
"It hurts," he says, voice shaking, even as he bucks his hips again, tilts his ass up, so that he can feel more the helpless spasming of his entrance. "oh, please," he says, doesn't know what he's asking for, as he clenches down hard again and chokes.
He wants them both. But he can't, can he? They won't fit. But he wants it. He bites down on Lauren's neck, on that place mates bite. Hard enough to break skin, because he wants it. And he wants Hamilton to keep going. Reaches back, urges him harder, faster.