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“Needs to listen - notice she never listens to us? Thinks she knows better,” Caleb pipes up from between your thighs, breath fanning across your core.

“I’m fine,” you argue between breaths. “I know my limits!”

“You’re trembling rather violently for someone who claims to say they’re fine,” Zayne observes over the tops of his glasses, pondering when he should just get rid of the damn things.

“Needy, needy girl,” Caleb chides.

“Relax,” Zayne instructs, then crouches so he’s face-to-face with you.

Zayne lovingly brushes the wetness beneath your eyes away, taking care of the tears you hadn’t known you had shed.

“Kiss him,” Caleb commands as he slips a long finger inside of you. “Focus on his lips.”

Zayne's thin, delicate fingers brush your jaw on either side of your face, and he leans in to kiss you gently. He doesn’t seem to mind the fact that you’re gasping Caleb’s name into his mouth as the bastard sneaks another finger inside of you.

You’ve already come more times than you can count, and you suppose you’ve incurred the wrath of both men when you had confidently announced that you weren’t tired; that you haven’t had enough.

They had shared a look, long and silent, but with a mutual understanding you’d never decode.

They had just finished cleaning you up in the bathroom after taking turns eating you out, dedicated to your comfort and planning on you getting some rest, until you decided to be cocky.

“Oh, really?” Caleb had asked as he finally looked from Zayne to you. 

“Right, because we deprive you,” Zayne had said in an uncharacteristically sarcastic voice, then jerked his head back to the direction of your bedroom.

“On your back,” Zayne adds. “Caleb and I will deal with you in a moment.”

You immediately started to rethink your demands. 

After you did as they asked and lay on the bed, they left you hanging for five minutes.

Just when you began to get worried, Caleb came in carrying four bottles of water with Zayne in tow, holding a bag of mysterious contents.

“What’s all that?” You had propped yourself up on your elbows to ask.

“Hydration,” Caleb granted as his only explanation, and handed you one of the bottles. “Drink some now, or you’re getting nothing from us.”

Zayne didn’t answer, deciding you didn’t need to know just yet.

You drank the water as requested and lay back, eyeing Zayne wearily as he dug through the contents of the bag to produce a pink silicon object small enough to fit on his finger. 

“Caleb,” he calls over his shoulder.

“Yessir?”

“Hold her arms, I don’t want her squirming.”

You came to find out that Zayne possessed a few vibrators, all of which he’d selected for you. The small finger vibrator was pleasant, the buzz delightful without being too overpowering. He held you down by the hip with one hand and brought you to a third orgasm with the other.

When you were recovering from the blissful and sort of gentle orgasm, Zayne tossed the small vibrator to the side.

“Caleb, keep a good hold of her, do you understand?”

“She ain’t going anywhere,” Caleb had chirped, and you felt his grip tighten. 

“Wait, what?” You’d asked.

“We’re simply fulfilling your request since the first two weren’t enough,” Zayne said blandly as he fiddled with the bad to pull out what looked like a large microphone.

“Niiiice,” Caleb approved. “How many settings?”

“Four in varying intensities and four in varying patterns.”

Zayne pried your legs apart, giving you just enough time to recover from your last high to switch the new toy to life and bring it directly to your clit. 

He made you come twice more as Caleb held you down.

“Had enough?” Zayne asked after switching the toy off and tossing it aside. 

“I - I can handle -“ you tried to speak, but words were difficult. 

Caleb scoffed.

“Ungrateful little brat,” he leaned down to taunt you as you trembled. “You still think you can take more?”

Now, you feel as though you may have flown too close to the Sun, but you’ll never tell them that.

Zayne’s hands are cool and pleasant as he strokes your cheeks. Caleb scissored his fingers inside of you and leaned down to gently suck your swollen clit between his lips.

“It’s alright,” Zayne soothes. “You can give us another, can’t you?”

“She’s so fucking wet, we’re going to have to change the sheets again,” Caleb says in awe as he pulls back to give you a moment’s reprieve.

“That’s fine,” Zayne says lamely. “Should we do that now, or does she want to test her limits more?”

“T-talking about me like I’m n-not h-here,” you struggle to say as Caleb pulls his fingers out of you to bring them to his lips.

“She speaks,” Caleb marvels sardonically before popping his fingers in his mouth to savor your taste.

“How are you feeling?” Zayne prompts you now that you’ve gathered your energy. 

“G-great, I could d-do this all night,” you find yourself saying as if to challenge them.

“Bullshit,” Caleb fully sits up. “You’re exhausted, and as Zayne said, we don’t need your heart rate goin’ up.”

“I ca n't-take it - I want you to f-fuck me.” You insist, craving them both inside you so badly you can ignore the exhaustion.

“Are you certain?” Zayne asks skeptically, and he cups your face to tilt your head back so you can see him clearly. 

“I-I’ve never felt better. Want you two to feel as good as I do,”

“We do, sweetheart,” Caleb rushes, hating to think that you’re worried about pleasing them.

They take a moment from edging you to the point of tears to reassure you that they’re enjoying themselves, just making you feel good. Caleb peppers soft kisses down the insides of your thighs, and Zayne tilts your chin with his forefinger and thumb to keep your gaze fixed on him.

“So perfect, that’s our girl,” Caleb hums and lightly squeezes your thighs. “This is all about you, right now. Bit off a lil’ more than you could chew, huh?”

“N-no, I can take it, I want it -“

“You aren’t listening to us or your body, are you?” Zayne asks sternly.

“You knoooow,” Caleb drawls. “He IS a doctor… You should probably pay attention to what the medical professional is saying…”

A small, imperceptible smile tugs at the corners of Zayne’s lips before he composes his expression.

“You were drifting before.” 

“I w-was?” 

“Not entirely, but I think multiple, repeated, and unrelenting orgasms can do that to a person,” Zayne strokes your cheek with the hand he isn’t using to grip your chin.

“Oh…”

“Yeah,” Caleb echoes. “Oh.”

“I think you may have had enough,” Zayne assesses and looks to Caleb.

“Yeeeeah,” Caleb sighs. “I was havin’ fun down here, too. Are you going to get her all cleaned up while I go make some food?”

“Yes, she’ll need her strength.”

“I will?” You ask excitedly.

“Promise to behave?” Caleb asks as he stands. “You know, if you’re gonna be a brat about it again,n we’re not gonna play games with you.”

“Promise,” you smile shakily, relaxing into Zayne’s touch as he gently cradles the back of your neck to lift you in a sitting position.

Caleb taps your thigh affectionately, then makes his way to the nightstand where Zayne had placed his mystery bag. He produces a washcloth and tosses it to Zayne, who catches it without looking.

“Did my best to clean her up with my tongue, but she’s just soooo wet.”

“That’s not my fault,” you grumble.

“Sit for me,” Zayne pulls back to move between your legs and carefully drags the cloth along your damp flesh. 

Caleb disappears into your kitchen to provide much-needed fuel.

“Drink your water,” Zayne instructs, not asking.

After making sure you’re all wiped and your breathing has regulated, Zayne pulls you to your feet and makes sure you’re steady.

“In my professional opinion, you need sleep,” Zayne says as he helps you to the kitchen.

“What about your opinion as one of my boyfriends?”

Zayne helps you to your chair, then turns his attention to Caleb.