your hand wrapped around his cock again, slow and so light it was barely contact at all, just a teasing brush from root to tip. he hissed through his teeth, hips bucking up instinctively—but you simply tightened your grip at the base, squeezing hard enough as a warning.

"no," you whispered, voice like velvet and smoke, just to hear the way he groaned in frustration.

you stroked him—firmer now, sliding your fist up to the swollen head, smearing the mess leaking from his tip down the length of him, slow enough to make him twitch under you. his thighs were rigid, his stomach clenching every time you pumped, but you didn’t let him have it.

every time he got close—every time you felt that desperate, helpless tightening—you would stop. grip him at the base, deny him everything he needed, watch him shudder with it.

he was dripping now, needy and ruined, panting into the cool air. his eyes fluttered shut, jaw slack, the calculated genius side of him long gone—broken down to something raw and desperate just by the soft, steady cruelty of your touch.

you shifted lower, mouth hovering just above the flushed head of his cock. you breathed over it, watching him strain toward you involuntarily, chasing the heat without realizing he was doing it.

you licked a slow, wet stripe up the underside, and he choked on a gasp, whole body jerking up.

your tongue circled the tip, slow and obscene, catching the bead of precum and tasting the bitter-sweet salt of him.

you wrapped your lips around him, sucking light and slow and shallow.

he sobbed, broken and hoarse, hips trying to fuck up into your mouth—trying—but you pulled back with a cruel pop of your lips, squeezing him again at the base until the orgasm receded, leaving him gutted and shaking.

zayne's hands fisted in the sheets now, sheets that were soaked beneath him from the mess leaking down his length, from your spit, from his own helplessness.

you let him edge there—hovering on the razor's edge of pleasure, dizzy and white-hot—again and again and again, until he was gasping your name like a prayer, forehead damp with sweat, muscles twitching under your hands.

only then did you sink your mouth down fully, swallowing him whole, slow and warm and devastating.

he came with a ragged cry, body convulsing under you, hands scrabbling for purchase, hips bucking helplessly into your mouth while you milked every last drop from him, savoring the taste, savoring the way he broke for you completely.

you stayed there for a moment, letting him twitch and shudder against your tongue, swallowing down everything he gave you. his body sagged back against the bed, chest heaving, head thrown back against the pillows.

you wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before reaching up and undoing the cuffs around his wrists.

zayne’s arms dropped limply to his sides, too exhausted to even lift them. his fingers twitched weakly when you kissed up his stomach, a helpless little aftershock running through him.

"you did so good," you murmured against his skin, voice dripping with sweet cruelty.

you straddled his hips, feeling how spent he was, soft and sensitive, his cock twitching weakly under you as you ground your soaked panties against him. zayne whined low in his throat, barely able to lift his hands to your waist, pliant and boneless and wrecked.

"poor thing," you pouted mockingly, rolling your hips slow and cruel over him. "too tired to help me out now?"

he opened his mouth—maybe to say something, maybe to plead—but all that came out was a broken little gasp when you dragged your soaked core over him again, rubbing yourself off against the slick mess he was already drenched in.

you smiled, slow and wicked, rocking your hips lazily, using his ruined body for your own pleasure without a shred of mercy. his hands fisted weakly at your thighs, trying to ground himself, trying not to lose it again.

"you don't have to do anything," you whispered, voice sickly sweet as you rutted against him, chasing your own high against his overstimulated body. "just lay there and be pretty for me."

zayne moaned—high and helpless—and it made you clench around nothing, made you grind down even harder, chasing the friction, chasing the filthy satisfaction of getting off on him when he couldn’t do a thing to stop you.

you came with a soft, shuddering moan, grinding down against him until your thighs trembled, until your slick made a new mess between you both.

zayne's hands slid up weakly, petting your waist, your ribs—still trying to give even when he was completely fucked out.

you leaned down, kissed his sweat-damp hair, and fused your body with his until the only sound in the room was your soft breaths and his light snores.

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he rubbed tight circles on your nub that had you moaning brokenly into the open air, caught between their bodies and losing your mind.

you could feel xavier’s cock pressed hard against your back, twitching with every noise you made, every time lumiere bottomed out inside you with a heavy, deliberate thrust.

lumiere’s eyes stayed locked on you, heavy-lidded and dark, watching every twitch of your mouth, every flutter of your lashes. watching xavier too. knowing exactly how much it was driving him insane.

it was too much. not enough.

you whimpered, nails digging into lumiere's arms, and xavier bit your ear. "you want more?" he asked, voice gravel and silk. "say it."

you could barely breathe, let alone form words, but you nodded, desperate and wrecked.

lumiere smirked, slowing his thrusts to a maddening, shallow grind, while xavier pulled you back against him, shifting you both until you were spread open, straddling lumiere’s thighs. xavier’s hand wrapped around your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his kiss—messy, open-mouthed, all tongue and teeth and desperate need.

and then he changed positions.

you barely registered it before he was guiding you forward, hands spreading your ass, the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance while lumiere’s hands stroked up your sides, steadying you.

you gasped into lumiere’s chest as xavier pushed inside from behind—slow, deep, so full you thought you might split apart.

two cocks, two bodies, pressing you from every side, stretching you out so perfectly you could barely think.

lumiere cupped your face, thumbing your lips open, guiding you down to take him into your mouth. his cock was flushed and leaking, and you moaned around him as you sucked, messy and desperate, while xavier fucked into you from behind—hard, deep strokes that had your whole body jolting forward.

the noises were obscene—wet, needy, beautiful. your moans were muffled by lumiere, his hips barely flexing as you took him deeper, while xavier's hands bruised your hips, dragging you back onto him over and over.

you were wrecked between them, pleasure thick and overwhelming, your body slick with sweat and spit and need.

xavier fucked you like he had something to prove, like he could fuck out every trace of lumiere inside you, his teeth gritted, low curses falling from his lips.

lumiere just watched, lazy and amused and utterly indulgent, petting your hair while you gagged and drooled around his cock, his thumb brushing your cheek like he adored seeing you so undone.

xavier's thrusts grew rougher, angrier, pulling you back against him with brutal force, making you sob around lumiere’s cock, body jerking with every thrust.

you felt yourself breaking apart at the seams, the pressure unbearable, perfect, a firestorm about to consume you whole.

and in the center of it all they ruined you, together.

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XAVIER

oh, he’s nasty. don’t let him fool you. xavier goes all in. he pins your thighs open and devours you. tongue deep, lips sucking, fingers slipping in at just the right angle to have you losing your mind in seconds. he doesn’t tease. he takes. and he loves when it’s loud—loves when your back arches and your hips buck and you whimper his name like you forgot how to speak. you don’t get just one orgasm with him. he stays down there until you’re fucked out, overstimulated, crying, shaking—and then gives you one more just because he can.

SYLUS

it’s messy. wet. raw. enthusiastic. he goes in like he missed a meal and this is dessert and dinner all at once. tongue deep, fingers everywhere, moans pressed into your skin because he’s turned on by you falling apart. he licks, sucks, groans—he gets into it with full body contact, pulling your thighs over his shoulders and grinding into the mattress while he does it. he’s obsessed with getting you there fast.

ZAYNE

zayne eats pussy like he’s running diagnostics and ruining you at the same time. precise, overwhelming, deeply controlled. he knows exactly where to press his tongue, how to drag it, how to adjust every second to match the way your body pulses under him. he’s not trying to tease—a man with a method and zero mercy. and when he starts adding fingers without even breaking rhythm? yeah. you’re blacking out.

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xavier stirred with a soft, strained grunt, hips twitching the tiniest bit into your palm. you smiled.

“shh,” you whispered gently, letting your fingers slide down his length and back up again, dragging him gently from sleep into something needier.

he whimpered when your thumb passed over the head, already slick from the way he’d started to leak, coating your fingers.

your hand worked him in a smooth rhythm, slow and teasing at first, just enough pressure to make him ache. he moaned—quiet, restrained, muffled into the pillow—and you knew he was trying to hold it in.

so you slid your free arm under his neck, hand curling around his face, fingers brushing his lips gently. “open,” you whispered. “let me hear you.”

xavier’s mouth fell open without hesitation, his tongue wrapping around your fingers, moaning low and desperate into them as your other hand jerked him a little faster.

you curled around him tighter, chin tucked into the crook of his neck, whispering soft praises right against his skin.

he was trembling in your arms now, his cock twitching with every pass of your hand, your fingers slick, your breath warm on his throat. his hips started to stutter forward, fucking your fist now, quiet little choked sounds spilling out around your fingers, exactly the way you wanted.

“can’t—” he gasped, biting on your fingers. “m’fuck, i’m close.”

when he fell apart—body trembling in your arms, cock twitching in your hand, spilling into your palm with stuttering, gasped moans—you held him tight the whole time. your mouth on his shoulder. your hand slowly stroking him through it until his hips twitched from overstimulation and he had to whimper your name to make you stop.

he let your fingers slip from his mouth, jaw slack and flushed, turning just enough to look at you with those dazed eyes.

“…fuck,” he whispered.

you smiled and wrapped yourself around him, nuzzling the juncture where neck meets shoulder. “back to sleep, baby.”

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